What did last nights Oscars prove?
What merits are there to write about last nights Oscars?
What redeeming, tender moments important to human development be shown in last nights Oscars?
In answer to all:
Not
one
damn
thing.
The Curcle of a Mowth
Energy expended with actions begetting actions
Spinning wool from a fleece covered in shit, when finished, warm and clean
a sweater
Grinding grain with stone and mortar, shelling the remnants left from a locust feast
Separating chaff, grit, dirt
celebrating with warm bread covered in butter
Punch another in the face, spouting the power of hate
Kick a dog to the curb
Spank a crying baby
People with ‘power’; politicians, clergy, union boss, you, me…
using mouth and brain
fingers to curl into fist for release
You see, so easy to take the hardness of nature and making it pleasing, comforting, delicious…
yet
so obvious to see a smile lead only to hate and deceit
as the circle of the mouth shows the lies inside
…
it would be better to be alone with bread and butter, a sweater, some music, cold water,
in the comfort of a cave.
When Things Go Well
Perspectives.
Is the glass half empty or half full?
Some with optimism say, “half full.”
Some with pessimism say, “half empty.”
I say, drink what’s in the glass and refill it.
In a world where it used to be your intellect and brawn that kept you alive, it now is one where you can be a parasite. A true form of existence which only takes and devours. Sickly. Stupid. Yet cunning enough to work a system designed to be manipulated.
Today, people can stage a racial hate attack to look good, and even when getting caught, still made to look good. To be, “The glass half full,” while making those made to look like guilty racists, “The glass half empty.”
So, how is your life going? Is it going well? Is your glass half full? And if it is going well is it because of other peoples actions or your own? Maybe a bit of both?
The opposite question can also be asked. Is your life going badly? Is your glass half empty? And if it going bad is it because of other peoples actions or your own? Maybe a bit of both?
Interesting to think about. For me, there is no glass. No half full or half empty. I truly realize this world is a strange, alien place not fit for such grand ambitions as fairness, justice, honor.
This world is fit for bullies, liars, thieves, cheats, war mongers, haters…
This is not my world no matter what i sometimes try to make believe. No amount of good food, scenery, book, movie, job, money, sex… nothing is worth serving time on this shithole planet except for one thing, and one thing only…
This planet, for all its illusions of pure illusions is only worth one thing… to give thanks to God. For God is my only master. God is the only one worthy of thanks. God is the only one worthy of my thoughts.
So, thank you God. You truly have a grand and wonderful sense of humor! Oh, and thanks God, for the tasty food. Even though it too is an illusion, it helps pass the time.
Speaking of which, I still think there is some ice cream in the freezer.
Snowflakes Sniffing
Sent from a room of cloud
Spiraling serenely
Soft
Such a scene
Snowflakes slowing descending
all around today
Today, a party where clouds aloof
released those frisky beings
Cold, white, puffy, they danced all around
as if they enjoyed the company of others laying atop the ground
Some though, paused and sniffed
Laughing
All
They fell and continued, though some stayed adrift
Spinning
Talking
Smelling
Until, most decided to continue to fall and pile
most
most continued…
but a few hovered as they discovered
a new reality…
Changing and defying gravity in the stillness of air
they became like the wind and rose
rising higher and higher
taking to the sky above
to fly and be free.
There it is
It is real when it is
for what else could it be
when here, here where a world reveals
such wonderful sights of creation
A man
A woman
A story as old as it is
A world is
Words happen along a way, as it always has been
Words to reveal inside, telling it as
it should be?
want to be?
or
as it is
Snow falls outside as the temperatures fall
Leaves bud to blossom, springing such health
it is, as it should be
these cycles of life and death
So many dispair with what tells differently
Money
Age
Health
and why?
It is, you see
You, you are special in the grand scheme
not a number or name
nothing of this world really
You have the ability to live as it should be
complete with happiness and sadness
success and dissapointment
and as you travel on this journey
remember
it is… wonderful
to dream, to dream and always remember that Life
Life always is
always will be
Love.
Wind
.
Wind
In the names come identity
Identity brings names
Names bring mortality
For as long as time has began, it has ended
only
to begin
and end
again, again, again…
Names for all and all in names
A Game for Voice
A life
again, again, again…
What is a name?
You begin and end with a name
Soil, rock, plant, flesh
names
again, again, again…
Aged as always yet one does not
nor can it
as it has always been…
Hurricane, jet stream, tornado, breeze, gale, solar…
is this the name for wind?
Wind, never born, never dies, always has been
It cannot be bought or traded, killed, created, tainted, destroyed…
It has no name yet speaks it
It has no body yet feels it
It has no soul yet the Spirit reigns…
The closest to identity one can ever call the Wind
is as one feels to be a part
of God”s Breath.
AwWoooooo!
Sonice telss with su su such
Sound familiar?
See… such su su
Sonice
so
?
?
frisky
in play
See…such su su
Sound familiar?
Words of the mind need no words
Valenteeny Dag
Valentines Day. A day dedicated to ‘love’, or as I like to see it…chocolate.
Inspiring mush though for a writer.
***
Only God understands Love
Humans can only try.
Seen From a Falling Star
In a night filled with stars; plunder gathered from past explosive moments
Blinking as the air provides
a blanket of visionary comfort
High above. So high they can only be grasped between two fingers
and even then, only for a touch as there
crossing the sky comes a star to earth
Looking down, a sleeping planet
Full of dreams and life
So wonderful
A brief entry after such long travels
matching a mood of cold and hot
hot and intense the heat of passion
for in that moment, that final moment where the star breaks…
a view of itself off the mirrors of the oceans planet
where soon the dust will settle and the fish will leap.
Free Stuff Stuffed with Free
Free is better to the mind than a words such as, sale or half-off.
Free is a word used a lot.
Prisoners want to be free.
Samples in a store that are free are fun to try.
But the word by itself is not good enough. No, now there is, absolutely free, completely free. What a bunch of bullshit. Free does not exist in the world of science, religion, or anything connected to this shit hole planet.
Free love. Hah!
Free sex. Hah!
Free money. Hah!
Hah! Hah! Hah!
How about, freedom? There is none. You’re all a slave to gravity, bodily functions, governments, society…You’re even a slave to yourself what with your needs and cravings.
Even wonder why those groups exist trying to ‘free’ themselves from themselves and the earthly plain?
Damn funny and inspirational though, this word free. NOTHING is free, not even nothing is free.
Now, there IS one thing ‘thing’ that is free… but this world in not worthy of owning it…
***
Blippity boop, and with a swoop
falling up against the gravity
bouncing off the cold
sipping the heat
sated and full
never hungry
feeling everything
at once and all and forever more
with less chances of never and always
needing the alls of nothing with nothing more
than a thought…
Robin Lipinski 