Robin Lipinski

Scott said, “You’re a genius.”

People say, “You’re an idiot.”

Women say, “You’re cruel.”

Men say, “They say…”

Speaking and saying, and what does it all mean? They? You? Me?

Words are a fabric of life, a means of expressing what the speaker desires to communicate.

You have been called many things in your life. Cruel words. Kind words. All sorts of words in between. Some of you like what you hear… Some of you do not like what you hear…

So, what do you like to hear best?

Everyone is different.

Since I’m crazy, my favorite word/sound is  of wind; pulse of life; fish, bird, beast. As for my least favorite, it is your world of mankind filled with, ‘you’re, they, and me’

Bastardized tone of flab shown

Curating ambitions of sedentary

and for what?

To move or to blob

or maybe

hide the memory.

Flat silicate pressed to view

sucking up

shaking sanity until flakes of reality settle the tally

Ah!

Casting shadow beneath the smirk of sunlight

Sounded vibration as feet shuffle across wooden path

Clothing XXX and snugly stable

Could it be?

In Africa a dream

In America a reality

In life, a picture/reflection of

death…

‘A dog is man’s best friend!’

How true.

Recently a man I know purchased a female black lab puppy aged 7 weeks. What a wonderful use of money as there is another saying, ‘money cannot buy happiness’ a saying that may be true for poets and fruitcakes but in the real world this world embraces… money can buy happiness, and Koda, the black lab puppy, is proof.

Now, the man that purchased this bundle of energy, is a chaotic man. One who follows his sexual urges and impulses. No different really than anyone else, but since I make a practice of studying such creatures as  humans, his situation is very intriguing.

For mankind, it really boils down to self needs and choices. Some handle the self needs and choices in a very conservative manner and on the other end of the spectrum, some are totally out of control.

Today, Koda was visiting the jobsite. Such energy. Such fun. And while visiting, another dog visited. A Rhodesian Ridgeback. An adult male still wearing his balls.

Upon visiting the male peed on the cage where Koda was sleeping. Even after being yelled at by various people, the dog still peed two more times on the cage holding Koda. A full, robust and strong spray of urine. Poor Koda cowered and endured the male intrusion.

Gross? Offensive? Only to those who choose to be. For me, an interesting perspective on the world of man/man, dog/dog. So very much the same yet so very much different.

Male and female humans thrive on pheromones, language, looks and other simple and complex ‘mumbo jumbo’. Male and female dogs thrive on smells, and inbred social canine conditioning. Both species torment the shit out of their own kind.

Today, the interactions between the owner (male human) and Koda (puppy) was sincere, real, obvious, and wonderful. Both held each other on bonds much stronger than any sexual partners the man could want or desire. Koda was totally responsive and ‘loving’ to her human companion.

In the dog world, it truly is ‘dog eat dog’. In the human world, it truly is a cruel, hostile place. Yet, when man and dog are combined, a true friendship is made. A bond that cannot be made between dog and dog or human and human.

So, yes, it is true. A dog is truly mans best friend, AND, a man is truly a dogs best friend.

pretense portent prescribe physical phallic pools…

erection evolving even

a

situation.

Lost in never never land

La la, “BAM! BAM!”

and the drums roll on…

rooted testaments tools of mind

Vibrations leading back…

Eruption!

…

…

…

and then

and then

annnnnnnnnd

then…

pretense portent prescribe physical phallic pools…

erection evolving even

a

situation.

Fun! Two words I like, put together and now written about. Bikini’s (wonderful invention and better than a thong and almost better than buck-assed-nekked) and free speech.

Social media is a haven of shit and wisdom. Sometimes separate sometimes together.

Trolls who get their jollies by belittling anything or anyone that gets them ‘hard’. Idiots. Intellectuals. Morons. Saints… Social media is a world by itself and a part of the change for the human condition.

Recently our local cell phone provider crashed for a week. It was most amusing to read the feedback to the situation via Facebook (gag, puke, Facebook sucks!)

As for bikini’s… now THAT is muuuuch better than social media. For me, a heterosexual man fully embracing the heterosexual part thinks the female body is probably the best damn thing going for this shit planet. Well, that and pizza, jalapeno poppers, ice cream…

Tonight I wanted to write about free speech and bikini’s and so I did. If anyone ever reads this shit and becomes offended, too bad. If you like bikini’s and free speech and are male then there is hope for this shit planet, though, thinking I might be  becoming a minority in this American landscape of politically correct bullshit.

Yellow stripes with wings flying black intentions
Stinger pointed to make a landing
Swarming masses of sweat attract
a hot Summer day

Sitting or standing
some run flailing vocals as cast would bring
relief
when night comes in flight
stars riding, meteors sliding, a moon immune
with healing throbs reminding

until the Sun returns with foraging hoards
then
shadows around
buzzing
sounding time
seeing the air alive.

Profiling.

Politics.

Religion.

Bias.

…

Ah yes, so many ‘words’.

WordPress.com, poetrycircle, Yahoo, Google, Facebook… So much shit with algorithm(ic) control.

Google wanders behind you while you wander the web. Type the ‘key’ word and you’re shuffled into a pie of many flavors. Type the ‘correct’ word and you’re the cream on the top. Type the ‘incorrect’ word and you’re beneath the crust next to the mouse shit.

Are you a vegetable or victim?

Obviously you can read thus are of the age of some form of intellect. And ‘probably’ you’re well aware of what you are; likes, passions, hates, dislikes, hobbies, etc…

If another is not like you and writes words or say words contrary to your beliefs until you start to feel ‘uncomfortable’ you then wear the cloak of victim.

I laugh at such shit. You’re all victims AND vegetables… just food waiting for time to consume you. Now, time is an aloof beast. It comes and goes as it wills. It cares not if you’re a Muslim planning the overthrow the world of Infidels, or if you’re a woman who possesses the greatest beauty of all time (soon to be consumed) or the strongest man ever (soon to rot into dust) Time is and always has been, the ultimate control… except, there are some examples where Time is the victim and thus a vegetable.

Have you ever played with time as if it were taffy on the tongue or sand shifting through the fingers? Of course not. That’s because you’re a vegetable and victim.

So, what’s the point of this writing? The answer is: Not a damn thing as you can’t understand. And for those that think they understand, you’re not human… And if you’re not human, then what are you? A victim? A vegetable? An illusion?

Wars. Debate. Science. All whims of fancy from Time. Playtoys. Seeds of reality. A garden crop of humanity with constant rotations of harvest… Perfect!

However, in all sincerity. I will never be a victim or vegetable. I will continue to laugh at humans and their pursuit of frivolous follies… And as for Time? Ha! I make Time my bitch, my slave, (my as in a ‘word’ fitting for your understanding, not mine) Time is a horse to be ridden, to be a tool. Time is not a prison for me nor can it destroy me.

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Time……………………………………………………………………..did you see the beginning…………………..or was it the end(?)…………………………………………………………….What filled between between now………………………………………………………………and then(?)…………………………………..(silence)………of course……………………………a course…………………….a………………….journey………………Travel………this………………..a…………path of time…..//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////wait now……….\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\trying to box such a thing, a monster such as I ============================in(/)(|)()\\||()?

(now, imagine the pictures that have unfolded in just the short ‘time’ this has been written)

A cage it is then………………………………Time………………………Tick…………..Tock……………………Tick……….only what holds the handle to the cage if there is only One hand? () and to this then, I bend my knee as only God controls such and in doing so, controls me.

Food chain. A simple term to title the constant struggle for creatures to consume other biologic’s in the quest for sustainability.

Algae, plankton, fish, birds, humans… A variety indeed of so many creatures dependent on so many creatures.

Humans do and have eaten other humans. Ants eat ants. Birds eat birds. An epic smorgasbord of consume and be consumed.

Yesterday, a small hawk that preys on small prey to include small birds watched me while I watched him sit on an electric wire…hunting. My placement of bird feeders makes it hard on such a hawk whereas if I had placed them in the open, there would be great opportunity for him. But, there are always those opportunities for such a tenacious hunter.

Anyway, the hawk gave me a gift as it took flight; dropping a beautiful feather that spiraled and scattered four dimensions as it traveled.

Normally I grab them out of the air before hitting the ground but this feather needed to complete the chain, binding the sky to the ground, and now it is as it should be… inspirational indeed.
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Walking the surface of water rests the balance of feet and defeat
Life it is said , where there is
beginning
end

At the surface there is up, up to where the clouds never end
At the surface there is down, down below where what can not be seen and never ends
Balance again
static
calm
until the waters roil
and then?

A babies cry be it bird, beast, or man
A fish hatched to swim the surface
A insect formed to be
A plant sprouting
all to try the balance of travel in a waking world
in a way, trying to understand.

And why?
Why try?
Why be?
Maybe because the balance needed is needed as it is hard to stand?

i have journeyed high above the clouds, traveled far, far, far below the lands
Going full circle to places beyond imagination
hearing
feeling
seeing
being
learning
teaching
as to what i am is, it is
of no importance… a body, thought, existence consisting
of Wind.