Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Rain is the upside of wonder
splashing cascade of weight
within releasing a burden so dry, so dusty
a seed sprouts to the outside

Some complain of flooding, of wet sodden clothing
spirits soaked
wondering if the foundations of Life itself
will wash away

Eyes open towards the gift coming from such a wonderful sky
with the company of gusty winds
even the rocks dance as they shoot the thrill of culvert
Sitting there as the people watch with ignorance of despising such a blessing

Rain?
A definite deliverance from a world lost in itself
So
So
So refreshing, the smile alone as a friend rolls down my nose
bring tears of happiness
to my
eyes

[Lipinski]

Male writers of old/new often portray their muse as female. Not so strange as most males greatly admire the female mind and body.

Strange that muses are often portrayed as female and writers (in general) are male. Males get all the attention.

Don't think I've ever seen female writers of old/new portray their muse as female. Whereas, a few male writers also portray their muse as male.

Doesn't really matter but inspirational none-the-less. For me personally, the female body is probably the best piece of muse and art this shit hold planet has. Though that female body Gilette is now parading... the woman who tried to get fat shamed in New York but instead got a lot of compliments from men who love fat women. She got upset whereas the men she paraded in front of thought of her as their sexual muse.

All so fucking inspirational.
*

It was amused
That rocky mass of basalt
Amused by the heat the sunlight warming its surface
Amused by the ice forming on the frozen points of Winter
Amused by the feel of cascading rain
cooled and dried by wind

and

it wanted to roll away
run if it had feet
when that man with the big butt
(and a freshly digested plate of beans)
decided to
take
a
seat.

[Lipinski]

It is hard to believe any writer could ever suffer from writers block. If I had the chance to write non-stop or draw non-stop, I could do it for an eternity without pause.

Today for example, between the weather, the birds and animals bouncing around like popcorn, and the people waking up from Winter... Wow! Waaaaaaaay to much to write about.

Today though, what was most inspirational was watching/listening/feeling the youngsters sitting behind me with their father at a Chinese buffet eating spring rolls and then the main course... Ice cream with sprinkles.
*

"I always stack it high, always have," a girl of five sighs
Always eternal as if time is long for one aged under even the beginning of eternity

"I think this is yummy as it is my favorite thing to eat," a boy of seven beams
Not even aware yet of escargot, kimchee, even monkey brains

Watching them stand where others take a seat
Spoon in one hand
Something sticky in the other
faces filled with slurping sounds,
smiles
and energy beams

So much with the wiggles
the twerky jerks
and that's just the way they speak...

Their bodies so limber and alive
Cells multiplying
such a fresh mind to see

This is what gives meaning to family and scene
Making a city, a state, a country
And it really is true...
There is great power
in the little
things...

[Lipinski]

Are you ready for the new shit!
This is the new shit
You know what, you know when, you don't care

Rebel bitch, forget the violence
Shouting!
This is the new shit
Stand up and shout it!
\

Marilyn Manson sings it to fit the morning mood

/

Everybody
sing along...
*

Hey John, good travels
It gets better the more you get along
Viola was there, will be there, and is

Plastic
taking
making

Morning mister blaster filled with splotched
blotched
botched
makeup

Sex in the making under the shower
Fucking yes!
It IS.
It IS.
It IS.
A
another
fucking great
day.

[Lipinski]

Listened today, to bickering of politics
Hearing rain splash off the roof

there was the sound rocks clinking
machinery screeching
gossip from around the nation
"Did you hear?"

Mostly silent with opened ear
oh,
such the vibration

The Wind spoke
i listened.

[Lipinski]

Interesting how certain words can catch the mind... and don't get me started on what happens when a song gets stuck in the mind...

Anyway, just heard the old phrase, "Robbing Peter to pay Paul." Now, why not say , "Robbing Paul to pay Peter?"

Or

"I shot Peter and Paul to put them out of their misery."

It is interesting how the vernacular of the past survives to the present with people using phrases they have absolutely no understanding of where it came from and what it originally meant.

One word, 'okay' is a common world used by many. Myself included. Did you know an old, dead U.S. President made the use of it popular. His name was Van Buren.

The actual 'inventor' of OK was a satirical piece in the Boston Morning Post in 1839.

And some say it came from a Choctaw word, okeh and others say it came from Africa... Bottom line, seems like everyone is clueless as to origin but still use the word. Okay then, on comes the inspiration.
*

Are we nothing more than a bird mimicking what we heard?
A herd of creatures screeching and singing
sentences made of
words?

"Hello and good morning," said as a ritual by many who actually
could care
less.

"How are you feeling?"
again
trying to be sincere...

Social decorum to fit in the play
Wearing a tie
Shaking a hand
Putting makeup on

I say, use the words as they come
enrich yourself with nouns, verbs, and adjectives
and if you want to rob Peter to pay Paul...
make sure Paul doesn't charge interest.

[Lipinski]

Oh yes, they'll gladly burn you with a smile
Self righteous with pompous ambitions
Power hungry
greedy
grubs lost in their world of
maggots

Festering wound of life they hold to tight
Breeding more and more
until
this world is full
and ripe

Surrounded now by such despise
They flex their muscles and group together
Drinking for courage
With their dirty little secrets

And for this world, Jesus died?

(silence)

He definitely is a better man
than
I.

[Lipinski]

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy too much inspiration today for fodder of writing. (ever have that problem? too much to write about but not enough time to write about it?)

Just some of today's inspirational catalysts.

1. Sunlight
2. Warmth
3. Hard work
4. Pictures of beautiful women wearing duct tape bikini's
5. Butterfly's
6. House shadow on a mountain side over a mile away across the Salmon river
7. Food
8. Chocolate
9. Bourbon
10. Corgi puppy
11. Pictures of beautiful women wearing duct tape bikini's...

Anyway, just a small sample of what could be written endlessly about.

Now, what I decided to write about today is a poem regarding a pond owned by Don that is filled with literally thousands of gold fish that reproduce naturally. And even more interesting is how the King fisher swoops down, plucks one out of the water, drops it on the lawn to rot and then go get another. Truly inspirational.
***

Greed

Go for the gold
Go bold
Go for it
You need it
Have it


Swimming around in circles much like life of humans
Feed
Fucking
Feeling the waters
Watching the sky
Living
Dying
Trying

Who eats who in this dog eat dog world...
Not much of a question when the belly is full
Emptiness however
the prey will never touch the ground as the banquet
is
devoured.

[Lipinski]

Jousting
Sword's
Horses
Lords

To be a man with whims of glory touching soul
To the victor
goes the mind

To be such in a hurry, the youthful boy scurries the castle floor
wood toys
fires and vassals
a kingly toil
The youthful girl combs hair of dolls and learns of new worlds

But what if not, the supple thighs
softened breasts yearning to ripen
as the maidens travel the thoughts
behind all men's eyes?

Hope gets them through the day
nary a sleepless night
the dreams of such a tournaments
folly

Such importance this royal balance
tween boys/girls, women/men
as all possess the shield
the sheath of passions
of life such victory
where all the Kingdom
wins...

[Lipinski]

Today is one of those days where one will not do. Three is the minimum needed.

1. Moon Memories

With wanting with
there exists
a shining memory

A man died on such a day
Crucified by ignorance wanted
Needed by men of moment

It saw that day, a day like none other
The day men saw in shame
The day the planet itself shook
in pain

This day
Today
The moon remembers
Shining full illumination to show there was a change
with no more wanting with
His name.

[Lipinski]

2. Yesterday, a mother and her daughter ran the lane. Hands joined with arms stretched. Setting in stone.

Gobbles as hens and toms create Spring magic
Honks where the diplomatic geese still voice displeasure
Wings hanging from trees?

Warmth fell from that called heaven
Heavens above
and below.

To stop as see their smiles
Laughter of sign and travel
Clothing and plans

Black sheep
leading to
potato chips

A nice memory today.

[Lipinski]

3. Today My World

Such smells of fragrance today
Dentistry warranty
Birds at the feeder
Grass so vibrant and green

Dust devils from tires pleasing
So much to see
To hear the snakes as they unraveled
Buds on the trees exploding

Sounds everywhere
Smells blurring
Feeling life and limb
Freedom of soaring

How can such ever exist?
Knowing so much of shit
When really, so simple, so very simple
It is,
to be.

[Lipinski]

rain drops
plopping haphazardly
until in force they roar

down the ditches
the valleys
finding the river course

splashing
dashing
feet and cars

mud sticking for attention
clothing covered wet
yet still...
the urge to float along with gravity
and visit an ocean family
while dreaming of the stars.

[Lipinski]

The hawk was a male in his prime. Soaring the currents he looked to the horizon with eyes able to detect the most subtle of movements.

Afternoon heat combined with the coolness of the southern exposure of the mountains enabled this winged hunter to effortlessly glide.

Suddenly, far below, in a meadow, there was movement...

A young male rabbit, at least young in physical attributes... was seen crossing from one farmstead to another.

In a blink of an eye, the wings of the hawk furled and he plummeted like a rock towards his target. When only a few feet separated the two, the hawks talons opened for the pending contact.

The cry of pain from the rabbit was intense as it was short. With victory clutched, the hawk carried the rabbit to a safe place to dine leaving behind the tattered remnants of colored chocolate eggs and a small vest once worn by what some called, Easter Bunny.

It was a good hunt indeed.

[Lipinski]

Sadly, today's inspiration come from the melding of hate with what some looked forward to a day of peace and hope... Easter.

To kill to terrorize is horrible, to kill though, is a human trait.
*

Someone said somebody did something
9-11, it all crashed
Somewhere someplace someone killed those in prayer
Some call it the religion of peace
Some call it the religion of hate
Really though, the exploding bombs care less

You see,
it is
it is all important
the folly and jest
the serious and intellect

This world so full of so much
and yet?

What truly do the children inherit if not for blood soaked hands?
So many upholding what they think
is
best.

Listen now to my world today, far removed from the worst of humanity
and
from its best...

In one place standing, the stars, the stars sing so loud it overcomes their shimmer and bright
In one place standing, the waters speak so loud it overcomes the stars as they fall
In one place standing, the frogs worked their hardest to overcome the attention the stars and waters get...

Sitting now
Presenting
and why?
Why write of what people cannot, nor even try, to understand?

The answer is to still the storm, ever the storm
raging
inside.

[Lipinski]

Mulberry defiance to tell
Silkworms memories tell
Told a story this Russian child bold
to grow
with seeded sweetness
colored purple smiles
A birds tail of the feast
and round and round
the mulberry bush
we go.

[Lipinski]

Talked with a man today who is breaking up with his newest fuck buddy today. He said she sent pictures of herself slashing her wrists. He said she said she never sent naked pictures of herself to other men. He said she said that if she is pregnant that she would get an abortion. He said she said she would call the police telling them he stole a weapon from her that apparently he said she gave him as a gift...

I wonder... What does she say he said?

Of course, all mind numbing and yet, inspirational.
*
At the well the gossip helped pass the heat in time to gather
The women whispered who did what to whom
and when
and where
and why...

At the brick yard the gossip of men dealt with who fuck who
to whom
and when
and where
and why...

Why?
Why does anyone want to hear it?
Why, when all the stories ever told about every situation...
Why?

Ask the Wind and what will be the answer if you listen?

Try living life
Try not taking sides until known completely,
both sides..

If one cannot then try being silent
Try
Try
Try

Life always wins over death
Truth always wins over lies
Peace always wins over hate
Yet so many people try to embrace
the losing side.

[Lipinski]

The rain was lonely so it washed the soil relentlessly, trying to find someone to talk to.

At first, the plants emerged and thanked the rain for the moisture, but soon, the rain tired of such one-way talk.

It rained harder and it caused humans to yell in anger at the rain drops falling. This caused the the rain to be sad so it ignored the anger.

So much rain fell that even the mighty mountains started to erode. The mountains complained to the the rain, so as with the humans, it ignored the mountains.

The more it rained, the more it heard anger coming from all directions. This only caused the rain to increase. It increased to where the floods covered the plants, it covered the forests, humans, even the mountains and yet the rain still searched for someone to talk to.

Some fish tried to talk to the rain but their bubbles were filled with empty words and air.

One day, a rock fell from space. As it fell, the rain cooled the rock and this caused the rock to reply, "Thank you rain. It feels good to cool."

Soon, the rain and space rock talked and talked.

The rock lay in a pool of mud while the rain continued to fall... Both talked. Then they argued. Then they sang songs.

The rain was no longer lonely and decided to let the Sun shine. Before the rain left, it thanked the rock for being a friend and the rock replied in same.

As the Sunlight started to dry out the land, the rock slowly slid below the surface of the mud where it could sleep and dream of rain and sunny days.

[Lipinski]

This corner
yes
the upper left...

Can
Cannot
nor
tith to vary

you there...
yes right there.
feel this touch of flying
finger'
tip?

oh in this
this sliver of light
in answer
yes...

[Lipinski]

Interesting to see how people use the word, hope.
Much in the same way the word, fuck, is used to mean so much
so too
hope.

As such, inspirational
*

A Man Named Jack

Jack was a hatter of a guy
sniffed a little too many mercury fumes working the beaver hide
With top hat and fashion
crazy as a button
until...

He tried, oh he tried
Fashion after order
Order after fashion
and just after it all took off...
Jack died full of hope.

Shit in one hand, hope in the other
left a man filled with hope
and a name of a corpse appropriately titled:
Jack Shit,.

Soon, this hope spread to others...
Hoping to get rich? Nope, all shit.
Hoping to get ahead in life? Nope, shit
Hoping against hope for reprieve? Hah!
So you see, for many,
it really is shit and not hope
for so many till
the end.

[Lipinski]

So strong...
so this is
inspiration.
***

Blow friend, blow hard
Blow away presidents, kings, peasants...
Blow so they may understand.

You speak daily and yet they do not listen
they pretend.

In groups of gatherings they dishonor the stones
They dishonor the greetings
They are, and yet,
they do not understand.

With an open heart, such the sense
it is with gladness you blow into
my soul.

All around us
Everywhere
and still...

One day thought, though they do not know...
A leaf
A leaf will turn into gold
and sing a song
as it softly takes to the air
lifted by your grace
and soars.

[Lipinski]

Battle Cry

Armor long dusted as the bodies of complacent piled high
There below the belief of self and pride
Room filled with rusted stride
------------------------------------------------------
ovens in the kitchen hearth burning bread
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a twisted joint of politic bodies bode insecurity
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lovers mood to fill a moon as one after another, the domino's fall.


In a Monsters world exists a field
Center of most and shadows view
Hear the beating of hide?

So, it's war then, they want and desire such
so
let
it
begin

armies of Union
there are no innocents
much needed pawns as the Generals drink the sweetness of Life

Horror's fingers now to grasp what remains
to show just who is
and who is not
merely a toy
a puppet
for the taker
of death.

[Lipinski]

Brushed out the orb
an eyeful
indeed *********************** right
left
and smelling
the middle

Followed the line
the hook
biting
deep...

With a flip of tail
that divine divide
between what is
and
what is not

It could
just maybe
cause a blink.

[Lipinski]

Wild Room

Huge
Vast comes to mind
Filled with elephants large and small

Mixed with Hippo's and tall ceilings
Alive...

Until

They came from secret rooms hidden in plain sight
Small
Whispering

Huge
Vast comes to mind
Filled with elephants large and small

Mixed with Hippo's and tall ceilings, so tall it past the sky
Dead...

All dead, this huge pile of thick rotting flesh
They came from secret rooms,
jumping from mound to mound
laughing small demons

and then...

With authority
they came
To save what could be saved
while in a second the other world creatures scurried like rats
safe in the secret rooms
they came.

[Lipinski]

Bee Killers

Written by: Human ignorance as they relish in the pursuit of what they crave most... death

A small town in a small state in a small country on a small world... Texas. In Texas the hives were overturned, burnt and destroyed. Over 500,000 bees were killed. And why?

Why not kill... In a Bible it shows an early version of, 'an eye for an eye' with a Law saying, 'Thou shalt not kill.'

In other texts, the same. Some like the Quran have a bit more dramatic flare for the style of killing. Some, say nothing more than dribbled shit of enlightment as if a horse was crapping freely while running through a field of flowers destined for some cult.

Listened to a man brag how he and his friends killed Robin's for sport and tally. Saw the greed first hand as some dipnetters slaughtered hundreds of red salmon. Not to cure hunger but to try and satisfy their lust of greed.

Killers all, all having an agenda. Jihad. Protection. Revenge. Power. Opinion... So many words to describe the truth of the real, human, condition.

Human killing human. A way of passage for them.

Human killing animal, bird, fish, insect. environment, self... A way of graduation.

As such, very inspirational for many writers both for the killing and against. For the bee's though, very few will ever understand this, but in a monsters world, truly a loss indeed.
*

'They' say, "Brother". "Sister". All with the blood dripping from their smiling fangs.

Deception. A wolf in sheep's clothing, after slicing the sheep's throat. For joy or maybe, something to eat.

Battlefields change nothing. Only showing a continuation of need.

What need of friends? Not. As friends turn against friends while sons turn against father, daughters against mothers... Is it not, all the same?

For me, the bee's are my brothers and sisters. They bring out the sweetness of flowering beauty. Their humming wings the music of made winds.

The spiders, ants, tree's, plants, rocks, sky... even the smallest of children not yet trained in the art of killing, these truly are special.

As special as knowing there is a much better world than this planet filled with hate, envy, greed. In that world so very dear, there is no evil. There is no killing. In that world, the bee's are king.

[Lipinski]

A Snippet of a Minute in Time

Naked for all the world to see and yet all they saw was flesh
Sitting there looking out a window, a man fucking a woman in the ass, his form of sex
Inside, another, keeping pace and time
and yet...

An angry mob representing as they shouted their best
"Attack. Attack." A murmur, a thread, it is
Some old men though, they knew, they dread as they sipped the morning coffee
and yet...

From the sky, a rope hung, still in the gale of Wind
From its end, a white ring encircled, it slowly traveled up
an omen sent
and yet...

Such a mountain, so huge it dwarfed the sun, the moon, the planets
Inside, alive and glowing with a fire so bright burning as it blinked through
room, after room, waiting for the rings travel
to end.

[Lipinski]

The hummingbirds are back. A few weeks ago, a hardy individual showed up just before everything froze again. His thoughts were..."Shit! What the fuck was I thinking? I could still be in Mexico drinking fruity drinks..."

The last couple of days, the 'normal' hummingbirds showed up in force and now it's 'battle for the feeders'. Those Rufus ones are some tough bastards. Chasing the others off to include the big 'real' birds. They even dive bomb me, which is dangerous because I find them tasty...

All inspirational of course
*

Zooooom...
Zip
Buzz
Sip

Sit
Look up, look left
(another homes in for attack)
Lickity split, the two race
Another one gets lucky at the feeder
and then...

Zooooom...
Zip
Buzz
Sip

[Lipinski]

Hey parasite. What do all men think of most...

"Ha! That's easy..." SEX. SEX. SEX. SEX with women, with men, with dogs, cats, chickens... SECX SEX SE. Sex with themselves, with fruit, with an Ethiopian pygmy pig painted purple..."

Uh... Parasite?

"SEX SEX SEX..."

Parasite! Get a hold of yourself... I said, GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!

(awkward pause)

"Better now moron..." A smirking parasite hold some kind of appendage and a dolphin.

Put down the (sigh) dolphin. And for goodness sake, let go of yourself.

Running away with himself in hand, the parasite giggled like a little Nordic giant cockroach dressed as a peanut, singing "I'm a hanging on, hanging on, haaaaaaanging on..."

Good riddance parasite. No, sex is the number one internet search word. I think the second most searched word is fart.
But what most men think of most in real life, is food, beer, money, and then sex.

As such, inspirational.
*

Yum

Oh pizza, you slab of perfection
Roasted bits of peppers, onions, bacon...
Savory sauce to swim in sniffing bliss.

Oh pizza, so hot, so firm, so fine
Crust of experience just enough
just enough to...

Looking left
Looking right
a smile
Oh pizza, no ones looking, no ones around,
Let's you and me
have SEX!

****
PARASITE! Why did you highjack the computer while I was making a yogurt, spam, and macaroni sandwich?

"SEX. XES, SEX!"

[Lipinski]

Sunlight and blue sky definitely are a great muse for both the body and soul but so too, pygmy rabbits...

There are many types of rabbits in the world. Big ones. Little ones. Fuzzy ones. Furry ones. And where I live there is a hoard of pygmy rabbits. They are rare and not supposed to be living in this area but try and tell them that.

They look like any normal rabbit except they are really tiny, really fast, and have a voracious appetite... especially for what I plant in the ground... bastards.

Had to replace a whole bunch of mulberry bushes as those little gnawing land parasites... "Someone mention my name?"

No parasite. Talking about pygmy rabbits.

"Okay numb nuts. Can I eat them?"

By all means.
***

Food Chain

Tug on one end, they pull on the other
Plant a tree
They dig it up and eat it all freely

Water a garden
They feast

Little brown bastards as fast as lightning
Almost able to outrun all
but the claw, and sometimes, even the dog
beat their tiny little feet

As the sun sets they sit next to the log pile
looking smugly
at creatures
like me

And I swear on a stack of Bibles
they all have one common thought
one main thing to say
"Hey, whatcha got, to eat?"

[Lipinski]

Horizons

By: Construct of Perception

An eternal river this lid atop corneal reflection
sitting
kneeling as there upon the ground, alive,
such shimmers as the skins are divided

A Line

Where does such start?

Beginning at the end with the end neither here
or
there
..
.
..
so much so to look to the heavens as if in answer they would satisfy
only to circle back
and then
passing realization
this
this
star...

With grains of sands passing through shifting fingers
Seeing the history as ever there
with living tomorrow as if today
filled such with lashes fully closed
afraid not
smiling not
crying not
laughing though, yes laughter is the best seat
sitting now
after the blink
controlling such
the line.