Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

More wonderful than words can express...thanks for sharing in the wave. And for inspiring a poem.
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Today is a short story about what happened to a writer.

White Bird Idaho is having their entire sewage line inspected, the entire main line is being explored and I got to join in the experience as a backup excavator in case something got 'stuck'.

Under your feet, out in the street, there exists buried lines. Some lines carry shit, some carry telephone or internet, some carry electricity, some carry the world...

Today two people arrived with two trucks to first clean the main sewer line and then send a motorized robot through the lines to map and inspect the lines.

It was interesting in that water used to flush and clean the line came from fire hydrants and I got to witness two hydrants without any water in them. It was fun to see people say, "Oh, oh..."

It was interesting to learn the nozzles cleaning the pipe emitted water streams at 1800 psi, more than enough to cut through flesh. Also, the nozzle was self-propelled via water pressure.

And finally, the robot. Little rubber tracks, a camera showing a picture in color, able to crawl in 8" pipes.

I got to learn a lot today and it was fun. Tomorrow I get to see what caused the cleaning hose to stop. It could be gravel, a big rock, body parts...

Learned that that the man in charge found a $6000 diamond ring and some other valuable stuff in the past. Today I witnessed finding a penny and a purple rubber snake. Maybe tomorrow Jimmy Hoffa will be found. Oh, and when working around such equipment make sure to wash your hands a billion times a day, I made the mistake of touching the blue hose and realized instantly that it had just been retrieved after traveling 900' of turd laden pipe... Yuck!
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Side Road

At the point of front and back
seeing from behind and forward
black rubber and paint

Sun high in the sky
windows witnessed dry grass
black walnuts
locust leaves
and dust

Through it all with hand held high
a smile
and thoughts.

[Lipinski]

My Beauty

What can i say of astral projections
protruding pictures
abstract expression
filled with molasses
cemented emotions
lost

Found with tied knots
wind driven visions
elated
pin pricked
flattened ambitions

hidden behind words
straight lines closing circle
equal with

Another tick of gravitational
dimensions binding
yin/yang
up/down
love/hate

so it was and is
watching to soothe the moment
wondering which side of a severed dragon fly wing saw the sun
which saw the ground.

[Lipinski]

Ha! Today I helped the camera operator and saw more shit than a person needs to see. There was a gold bracelet found, a steak knife, spoon, enough fishing gear to stock a store, buckets of rock/gravel, and the main find was a broken sewer main.

The main is an 8" pipe behind a restaurant that has had 'problems' with sewage smells. The main was completely severed and years of shit had soaked into the gravel...Yum!

Good day of work but shit aside I noticed the wild sunflowers blooming alongside the road on the way home which stood out in stark contrast to the dead and dry vegetation surrounding them.

I need to write an emotional poem to get the shit poem out of my head.
This is dedicated to those who fall in love and don't have to watch the shit of the world flow by...
***

Working Day

Splattered with spray of matter
not clear though knowing from which direction
dodging the hidden
covered with reality
and thinking.

Soft petals kissed, lips surrendered
Holding tight the thoughts
Pictured clean and nice.

Smelling the flowers
Colors of bright smiles, shoes, clothes
to match.

Stealing freedom to hope
Work day over
Holding in arms the dream
always the dream
cleaning the day's grime and pain away
glimpsing a moment
remembering Spring flowers.

[Lipinski]

Tree planted, stump removed, septic mains finished with inspection and now a drain field and fun. Great day of work.

On the way to a new job for a couple of nurses who have hired me before I noticed a great find. While passing the garbage dumpster in White Bird I noticed a Mantis tiller and some plants. Score! Two hanging pots filled with geraniums. All I have to do is cut the stems, place in a cool place for the winter and next Spring, boom.

Now the tiller was the best find. They cost over $300 new and this one looks to be hardly used, only the carb is in need of repair and with ebay, $21 for a new one complete with filters, spark plug and new carb. I love being a dumpster diver. I love full moons. I love peanut butter and vanilla ice cream, I love Mack trucks, I love heavy equipment, flowers, birds, rocks. I love a lot but eating liver and drinking coffee? Nope, nada, never.

Seems like lately I've been 'dear diary' ing it... and yes, writing is my form of release and way to keep my active mind from exploding. - Life is an inspirational spring, living is the bullet in the barrel, writing is the release.
***

Full Moon

Bouncing ball playing tag with horizons
Clipping mountains, sea, and plain
Rolling low and high
Riding sky
Ruling dreams.

Sitting still and watching
Howling
Chirping
Life.

Tides flow with lunar nudging
Glow of space
Lovers play.

Is there a man on the moon?
Is there a face?
Is the moon made of cheese?

Yes
Yes
Yes
It is a wonderful dream.

[Lipinski]

Music flows, scattered tone and runes
Stone standing
buried deep
revealed

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Tail twirled, sparks flow,
stone standing
buried deep
revealed

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Today another chapter complete
Page turned
Skin shed
Tongue flickering, sensing heat
Rock hole held
Simmering.

Dancing now atop the tree tops
heavy cones
roots giving up the weak
stone standing
buried deep
revealed.

[Lipinski]

Woven Feather

Standing point grounded
Feathered vane obvious
Galvanized wire guarding trash
and more...

Wire to keep
Wired showing protection of what's in
out

So much language from such a simple act

i smiled

[Lipinski]

Ha! (gotta get my laughs where I can as I iz one booooring individual)

You should see my junk file on my email lately, wow, 'fuck a slut' to 'these girls are So easy'...that's what I get for Googling - vanilla ice cream and peanut butter recipes! Kind of fun though reading the subject lines. And this sex thing, just what is 'sex;? Been so long maybe vanilla ice cream and peanut butter smothered on a lesbian Ethiopian dwarf along with two zebra's...

On a more personal level...

"Hey Robin!" The parasite might still be exploring the black hole but when it comes to any, any topic regarding sex the little bastard gets a hard on and 'pops' his little head up to see what all the excitement is about.

Yes parasite. Did the 'horny sluts' get your attention or was it the 'Hi, I'm Tiffany, wanna fuck"?

"You bet your fat ass it did. There I was all comfy and cozy, thinking about pebbles and yogurt and 'boom', you had to write about sex."

So what about the pebbles and yogurt?

"Fuck pebbles and yogurt, I wanna fuck Tiffany or at the least, that cute little lesbian Ethiopian dwarf...but, hell no to the zebra's. What are you, some kind of pervert? Two young apes would be better."

Young apes...yeah, you might be on to something but what if they have an allergic reaction to peanuts?

"Would that cause their asses to swell?"

Probably.

"Then hell yes! Bring on the dwarves, the apes, the vanilla..."

Sorry parasite, you still have some learning to do. Go back to your cave for awhile, and for goodness sake put that hard-on away, you might hurt yourself banging it around in there.

"But, but, but..."

Sorry, it's time to write a poem about the change in the weather and the foliage color change in the Hawthorne bushes down near a town called, New Meadows. The way the sunlight hit the bushes, wow, such beauty...
***

Blush

Rays radiate after the morning of frost
Lighting down with leaves looking up
Branches still to ready,
waiting for me.

28 degrees near the 45th parallel, coolness to finish heat
beauty?
Yes.

Red, gold, green, colors of natural royalty
as she is my queen.

Clouds track leaving shadow
brief
Sun showing through
and me.

Hers was the softest, the most pretty
feeling the heat
her cheek.

Who am i?
i am the wind, the one rustling in shadow of moon
of sunlight, storm, snow, rain...

Today blowing a kiss to the Hawthorne, shuddering orgasmic leaf
released
Flurry of falling color
blushed.

It is true...
Wind does dream...
Cheeks rosy

[Lipinski]

I'm glad the parasite is in 'time out' mode, it gives me time to think.

Busy as heck lately and amazed how the jobs time themselves perfectly. Today there was the sawmilling of two orders, the planning with Larry for the greenhouse construction, and rock piling for a neighbor.

Rock piling is a favorite of mine and tomorrow I get to go to the two nurses who let me pile rocks any way I want and it is great. Eric is the head nurse for the hospital and works like a slave, up to 80 hours a week and since he is on salary does not get overtime. His wife, Donna, is a nurse and between the two I get answers to local medical questions such as, "Is there a funky sickness going on in the area?"

"Yes, a virus that last for months and causes muscle ailments." Cool. I never get sick but it is fun to learn about what's going on. Also learned about a guy climbing a rock wall and who placed his hand on a rattlesnake. He got bit and his hand swelled so much they had to slice the skin to relieve the pressure.

Great day and thinking of great special friends and people. Tomorrow it will be fun to pile rocks (they have been really talking lately) and bury a frost free faucet and water line.

"Uh, Robin?"

Yes parasite.

"Rocks don't talk."

Oh yes they do.

"You're an idiot."

Yes, yes I am but if I am then so are you, and since you talk it is proof that rocks talk.

" Sad. You need a vacation... You do know I'm just about finished in this hole don't you? I will be leaving...oh, wait...Wow! A giant green sweet pea being used by crickets as a volley ball!"

Yeah, (chuckle) You keep on keeping on parasite, you keep on keeping on.
***

In the heart lays a rock
warm
comforting
pumping.

Black to red to white to vibrant
Vibrations hammering
heavy
solid
soft...

Wanting
Locked in arteries, veins, capillaries
Flesh wound about tight with muscle and sinew protecting the wounded
Longing with happiness
and sad.

Much better though than sand blowing in the wind.

[Lipinski]

Fantastic sunset tonight, just lovely.

Great day of work and even got $80 as a tip, yippee.

Fall colors in full bloom and birds are gathering to fly South. Nice time of the year, Fall, one of my favorite seasons.

Speaking of birds, inspired by one today and thus a poem is born.
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Golden Cage

Warmth and comfort, food and water, lights...
prison of bars contained.

Given freedom, door wide open, watching birds outside
play.

Stretching wing and chirping
flying free.

From the floor leaps the cat
claws extended
showing fang.

Struggling to escape, to fly higher,
flying free
to hit the clear pane.

Falling hard with wing splintered
Struggling with life and death
feline looking up to the table
preparing once more
to leap.

With wings flapping hard the body finds shelter
back into the open door of the golden cage
perched
body owned by a cat, an earth dwelling creature unable to fly
while outside the window the free birds twitter and tweet
living life
not knowing their future
not caring
feeling the pains of an uncertain world,
free...

[Lipinski]

Morning Prayer

Layers unfold as the eyes open
Laying with back towards the earth mind towards the heavens
Giving Spirit i say
thanks.

For the Life you've given me, the chances of choice
of wisdom.

Inspired by the music of what we are
human
flying night and day
in search.

Rattle shaken as the drum speaks
morning air
daily toil
nightly rest...

Great Spirit
Thanks.

[Lipinski]

"Women drive me nuts..." Ever hear that before? Well, to be fair...Have you ever heard, "Men drive me nuts..."

Writers have written about men and women going back in history to before people even knew what history was, but (damn you Lester, got me doing the italics thing)
but before they knew what history was they knew men and women drive each other crazy.

Now, in the good ol days, men beat women over the head with a club...

"Oh no you didint...Robin. In the good ol days women kicked men in the nuts."

Sigh...Not much has changed in the past thousands of years. Men drive women crazy, women drive men crazy, women drive women crazy and men? Well, men kick each others ass, shake hands, and drink beer.

For writers such a relationship between the sexes (and each other) has been an endless fount of inspiration. I know for me it truly has been inspirational.

For example: I got lucky in life and fell in love with two women. What an experience and one full of writing inspiration. If you're a writer I'm sure you can relate.

It is a wonderful experience and some days it is/was on par with getting kicked in the nuts and the next, winning the lottery.

If you're a writer and have not yet fallen in love with someone else, be it of another gender or your own, man are you for a surprise and when it happens you will notice a change in your writing.

As for lust that's no different than farting or picking your nose. Everyone has experienced lust, but love? Yes, 'kicked in the nuts and all' very inspirational for a writer.

I now truly know what love is, what getting kicked in the proverbial (and actual) nuts is, what happiness from such is...

And to the two women I've loved in my life, a poem.
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M&M

Here to you i say, I love you.
Do you remember?
The smiles.
The laughter.
The joy.

Years have passed now with more coming
to remember.

Anger.
Sadness.
Time apart.

Realization of what is
what is not
real.

Yes, i do and have loved
with all my heart
my mind
my body
my soul.

Nobody and nothing can take this away
The dream
Always the dream
until
forever stops...

[Lipinski]

"Good to see Robin writing in his happy place. He decided to take a break of the 'dear diary' shit and I'm tired of playing around in his black hole. Since it is a scientific fact that vacuum of nothing needs something I've decided to depart Robins black hole and write while he is lost in some mental soul searching. Knowing him he is probably studying clouds of incense smoke and trying to find meaning in the way it travels."

"Must say the time spent learning in the hole was time well spent though biting off my own arm was a bitch...Fuck Robin, prick."
***
Symbiotic'

Taking pictures of the mind, close and clouded; personal
Parasite knawing knotted thoughts
Reeking smell of loss of found of equal
Foul to sweet and back to forth
with what is.

Simple man who found difference, acceptance of the worm
Foul mouth though intelligence
Balanced board
and sound.

What if?
And so?
With what?

So many questions with so many answers
Needed like a heroin addict accepts the needle
and pain.

His loss my gain, my gain his win
vicious circle like the snake eating his own tail
I ate my own arm.

A babies cry from the mountains
A mothers wail from the desert
A fathers gasp of bubbles as he drowns.

Black hole bound and gagged only to emerge as if never born
created
made in an image
and sound.

I am the parasite, a writers mind...
waiting
wanting
wishing
with will will win
what?

To create
To be
To be together
One.

[Lipinski]

Ha! Parasite you crack me up. My happy place? No such place exists on this shithole planet...well, maybe for a moment or two at a all-you-can eat buffet serving King crab.

In the last year I managed to get banned from an elitist snobbery hang out called, Poetry Circle. They sent me an email saying 'welcome back' and when I clicked they said I was not allowed...what a pack of buffoons.

Next I dismantled my website as only an Iranian code cracker and an irate short order cook at the all-you-can eat buffet serving crab legs read it.

Creator and Catalyst (thanks Mark) was a great place but it too was dismantled until further notice for writers.

Only here at Aphelion am I still allowed to express and for this I'm very thankful...Though, it would be nice if they gave coupons out for an all-you-can eat buffet serving crab legs...

An interesting year to say the least. A lot of inspiration, a lot of soul searching, a lot of fun, plus a whole lot of losing money in the stock market (I invested in an all-you-can eat joint serving crab legs and then I bankrupted them...sigh)

"What the fuck Robin, more dear diary shit? Sounds more like diarrhea..."

Silence parasite. I thought you would have learned something whilst learning in the black hole.

"Well, yeah, I learned you're still a prick but I agree with you about eating King crab. So, what's up Robin? Something sounds like it is on your mind and knowing you with your 'dear diary' crap you're going to write about it."

Of course I'm going to write about it. There is always something on my mind and in the last year I learned a whooooole lot of stuff.

Today I went to see John and Nadine, my neighbors and they are pissed at me because I got his job as equipment operator. Can't blame them but I manned up and told them I put in for it because it was open to all to apply for. I just happened to get it and I only applied as I love running heavy equipment.

I saw in his eyes stuff he did not want me to see but I've known about that the instant I first saw him. I also saw that he holds me in the same realm of a snake, and you know what? At the moment I could give a shit. They are convinced that the world is against them and truth be told, it is...This world hates you, me, and every living creature...

Anyway, I like John and Nadine in fact I like just about everyone and I prefer to keep this kind of attitude. I wish them the best and would like to remain friends but that depends on them.

"Oh please Robin! Stop! LaLaLa...Why don't you write something pertaining to writing?"

You dolt, I just did. Oh, and parasite?

"Yes?"

You're okay. I'm going to allow you back into my mind. You can even have your own prison back again.

"Golly gee willickers...My own prison again...You pric..." (Bang!) Prison bars closing the parasite back where it belongs, safe in the mind of Robin B. Lipinski and where it will be a constant pain in Robin's ass.

Yes, a lot has happened to this writer the past year and I'm glad for the experience. Now it is time to think about writing, about equipment, and for anyone reading this, thanks for putting up with my 'dear diary' shit.
***

Eating a Pet

In the alley of a large city an old woman sat on the curb eating out of an open can of cat food. She wore a large gray coat covered in street grime, her skin covered with scabs and old scars.

In other cities other people were engaged in similar activities. Old men chewing on dry dog food, young men slurping down barley mixed with molasses, originally destined for fancy horses. Old and young women eating cat food, pet food, food that was rich in vitamins, proteins, and giving life to the animals consuming such.

Robin once was a rich man, once he was married, once he ate at all-you-can eat buffets, even those serving the King Crab hailing from the cold waters of Alaska. Now he was a broken man, a man without hope or promise. He too, became a dweller of the street.

He now lived in Tulsa Oklahoma where he and his dog Radar lived in a large box once home for a 21 cubic foot freezer and now his temporary home. It was temporary as he knew that as soon as he left with Radar to forage for food in the dumpsters that someone else would move into the box.

Robin was of mixed ethnicity, at age 27 the negro blood showed in his hair while his native American showed in his short stature, short but proud. He had blood flowing in his body that contained all sorts of nations and with all that he was hungry.

Winter was brutal this year and for Tulsa it was as bad as the rest of the nation. A new politician had been elected president and the result was a major depression for the once great and proud country called, America.

Food was scarce. Jobs were scarce. The only thing ample was starving hungry broken people looking for heat and food.

Robin searched and the rumble in his stomach spoke volumes. After hours and then days of searching there was no food to be found, not even empty cat food cans.

Radar had not weathered the starvation any better than Robin, his ribs showing through the mottled brown fur, his once happy demeanor now replaced with a feral style of survival. He stuck with Robin because Robin shared what meager food he found with him, in return Radar acted as security and let Robin know when danger was coming while Robin slept.

"Radar, no food today... again. I don't know what we will do..."

Radar licked Robins hand as if in sympathy.

Robin looked at Radar and with the hunger wracking his body he even thought of eating Radar...

Settling in for the night Robin pondered about eating his pet. It pained him to even think such thoughts but hunger, the ever present hunger knawing on his mind...

Soon Robin drifted off into a form of hellish sleep, Radar curled by his side, only Radar was not asleep. Radar was hungry. Radar had licked the salt off of Robin's hand earlier and he liked it...

It was soon over. The hungry beast crawled up Robin's chest and bit his throat hard. The main artery was pierced and Robin lurched awake from his sleep only to see himself die.

It was good Robin had died as he did not have to see a dog, his dog eat his human pet.
***

(for anyone wanting this story, it's yours, run with it, embellish it. i do love a twist in a story. i'm willing to bet most people thought the dog was going to be eaten but i also bet there is enough sicky's out there that think like i do)

[Lipinski]

Black Smoke

Sliding under the door the slip of memories
In a room there once was a slip
a slide
a trip
a death.

Mortuary draining, slipping rotten blood to drain
Skull fractured
just a bounce
gone forever breathing and laughter
laying cold
upon a slab.

What's this, a change of plans?
No casket?
Can't pay?

Off with the cosmetics, the suit, shoes, wig...
Unplugging the embalming fluid
again
dead and naked.

Into the furnace, sterile, dusty, cold...
With a push of the button
natural gas igniting
flame.

It was black smoke causing the fall
slippery
sliding under the door...

now

black smoke rising high
and if you listen closely you'll hear laughter
leaving behind cremated remains.

[Lipinski]

Mirror of the Mind

Two joined for how long is the definition
-eternity-
Starting dream way far, the stars,
-yesterday-

Looking at the rain
seeing the desert

Feeling the joy
knowing the pain

Anger
Forgiveness

Running
Sitting silent

Windy storm of release
Calm air of peace

Questions
Knowing the answers

Growth in birth
dying

Clean hands
Dirty bodies
.
..
...
..
.
reflection...

[Lipinski]

The following is another idea, one of millions of bits of data floating in my biological computer. Just a snippet of another potential 'great' story for a writer to run with. Has it been written before? Probably. Most definitely if a million monkeys sat down in front of a key board.

If any of you want it it is yours, run with idea and become famous! (or at least have your cat look at you like you exist)
***

The Knight

Rain had settled the dust in arena as it fell during the night. As the drops had fallen it had mixed with the dried blood of the battle, once more running as it had the day before.

In the arena was a rail fence separating the field into two halves, each half holding a beaten path for the war horses to run fast and hard, carrying the heavily armored combatants.

Jousting is what the historians call it, the practice of running two beasts with human fighters wearing armor and sporting long lances, each trying to beat the other, sometimes even killing their opponent.

The day before the rain, the reigning champion once more provided a spectacle of great skill and power. The day before the champion's lance not only dismounted the other rider it shattered the other lance and pierced the armor, killing the man instantly and spilling a lot of blood.

That was yesterday. Today, after the nightly rain the air was fresh as the clouds cleared and the wet blood once again dried. It was a day promising another great moment of dueling.

*

Wearing a armor neither black, white, or even the polished look of iron, the champion arrived riding atop a great Belgium war horse, one coming from a great breed of beasts. Just the horse was enough to inspire awe among the loyal followers in the large crowd. This crowd grew in numbers with every contest, a testament to the victories of the champion.

As the sun hit the armor, the color shimmered and changed. One moment appearing as if copper, the next gold, even moments of blue, gray, green...

On the opposite side of the field the challenger appeared on his war horse, a horse also inspiring awe among the crowd. His armor was black with red stripes on his visor and across his arms.

Confidence is obvious for those who can see the face and both combatants arrived on the field with the visors down. Only moments before the contest did the challenger raise his visor and smile towards the crowd. Then, as the moment of truth came...he lowered his visor and prepared for the matter at hand.

As for the champion, no one had ever seen what was under the armor. They only knew the armor, the horse, the victories, the death...

Banners waved in the breeze and with the royal attending, the ribbon fell and the field was instantly filled with cheers and the sound of powerful animals running full tilt towards the other, only the wooden railing separating the two.

In seconds it was over and the outcome very predictable. As with yesterday and the tournament before and the one before, and the one before...another challenger not only lay defeated but also without a beating heart.

Cheering crowds stood and yelled, "Hail Gorgon! Hail Gorgon! Hail Gorgon!"

Gorgon, the champion left the field sitting on his horse as silently as the arrival. Soon all that remained were the pieces of the challenger and his dazed horse.

Back in solitude away from the crowd Gorgon dismounted the still panting horse. With a quick twisting action both of the hands removed the helmet. What was revealed would have struck terror in the still cheering crowds. Revealed was nothing compared to what was shown as the rest of the body armor was removed.

Hundreds of years ago light came from whale oil, bee's wax, wood, flame...No one had ever seen strobe lights, lasers, ion machines and definitely not robots. Gorgon was a warrior robot, a child's toy for an alien child sitting in a ship parked about the planet earth.

This child took pleasure in being a part of the virtual reality and placing his mind into the body of the robot and fighting joust after joust, killing human after human.

To the child, human's had no more value than earthlings have for rats.

As Gorgon the alien child was putting his robot away his parents smiled in the background as they too prepared violence, the kind of violence which would purge the planet of those pesky humans.

[Lipinski]

Speed

Children can never, should never, will never
stand still.

Humanity starts with the speed of ejaculated sperm heading one way
Eggs 'falling' in planned evolutionary velocity one way
Even in collision with passing
The movement never stops.

In and then out
Moving forward and back
In and out
Growing
Stretching...

All children can hardly wait to show the world they are growing in movement
First crawl
First step
First fall
First run
First in all
Growing
Stretching...

Speeding cars
Speeding planes
Spaceships striving to break the speed of light...

Have you ever noticed that all such travel is mostly linear?
A straight line?

If two lines are running in parallel, will they eventually meet?

Scientists have much to learn as they travel forward in their race
They have much to learn about space and time

The answer though is simple - yes -
Two lines perfectly parallel running out into eternity not only meet
they come full circle
ever the circle
until Universes become a perfect sphere...

Until the species understand they must continue in their ways
of speed.
***

(inspired by a poet I really enjoy reading)

[Lipinski]

Black Moon

Mother hen tending her chicks nestled sleeping
Solar winds announce
Aurora colors bind.

Beneath the stars the Moon hides
dark and large
Populace sleeping.

Three times now, bound with this
Sunlight laughing spewing
Writing another chapter of people, planets, and pride.

[Lipinski]

i was inspired by a friendly muse, must say it's much better than getting inspired by the parasite.

"(ommph, munch, munch...I heard that Robin"

Yeah, and I heard you. Chew with your mouth closed moron.

***

What Is Darkness?

So easy the despair, clinging black cloak wrapped tightly
suffocating the soul
cold, frozen, stagnation
buttoned tight
and zippered shut.

Black shoes, black hat, black night, black moon, black shadows...

So much, so easy the despair, so valued this
'color'
black.

What is darkness: ? :
To know darkness you must also know light.

Darkness is the balance needed.
Black compliments White
Light shows Dark.

***

Now the above is a 'shoot from the hip' piece of writing and one many writers have done in similar ways. The same old 'This for that'. Yin/yang comes to mind. Battles between what is and what is not. So, let me try it my way as truly inspired by a muse.

***

Feelings

he flew through limb and knot
she rode the air as if water
they watched...

first light to last
last night to morning
mixed shards laying patterned
ground once hard
now soft.

Tilled open this wound to announce
such seeds planted
vined, thorned, climbing, mindful fruit.

Harvested again and stored in darkness
Barrel stave banded and corked
Coolness of the attic
Safe and secure
anonymous.

Wind cares not for light or dark, wet or dry, soft or hard...
Currents carry what they will when they will leaving how for others to answer
The wind flows free and answer not to him or her or they
Free
Free and full of what is
leaving this world to others.

[Lipinski]

Wonderful. Just wonderful. It is words that keep such as me through a night while work carries a shell through day dreams.
***
Word Press For a Maiden (Shakespeare, eat my shorts)

Water lust when lost in desert sands
Heat desire more passion when frozen cold
Hunger sated with lip borne sensations
Coldness melted with time.

Chasm wide with rusted bridge trying
rocks begging, yearning for fallen missteps
below with above
holding head with two hands pressing for ambrosia, vinegar bound for life's grapes sour
a world of mankind's sorrows fill an oceans tear
mermaids sing
Angels sing
demons howl
Dragons laugh
Lightning wipes the slate clean
i with constant search to find the words with sincerity, ever striving search of meaning...
watching silken scarf drop, twist, tease, to drift with perfumed sting
rose buds bloom defying frosted thorn
barefoot soul learning.

[Lipinski]

It was a hard day, hard day indeed, though ending well after reading what i needed ,so dearly wanted to read, and feel.
Eyes can tell us, pictures can show us, words though...expressions of a wonderful soul, and smile? More powerful than atomic energy.
***

The Jacket

Comfort covers in many ways.
Shielding body from falling rain.
Covering wall to exclude the frost.
Bubble of softness to fold with muscle and skin.

A button
a zipper
open
closed
hanging
folded
dirty
clean
old
new...

Colors in combination
Materials rough to smooth
Sleeves long and short
With and without hood
Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall.

So many garments included in attire for a world
you
me
they.

So often such simple things taken for granted
So often not important until needed
a jacket needed
though so far away.

Today in my left breast pocket, a simple thread remained
memories of a beautiful jacket located far from me
and you know what?
It kept out the rain, the frost...
It brought comfort and peace
In the folds of my skin upon my face,
a smile.

[Lipinski]

Woman caught having sex with model dinosaur at playground identified

This morning this headline caught my attention. Since the parasite has basically been behaving itself I've decided to let it run with the story.

"Say what? Are you serious? You're actually gonna let me play?"

Yep.

"Gee Robin, I'd say you're okay but you and I both know you're an idiot."

Yes, very true, but you should know by now that I could care less what people think of me. I've learned a looong time ago not to fear anything especially when it comes to anything from this planet, extra especially:- gossip and humans... And parasite?

"Yes?"

Go have fun with the headline.

(I don't know which was worse, the woman having sex with a dinosaur model or the mention in the news article of how 'authorities' ensured the dinosaur was really cleaned well. They could have written that it was cleaned but: East Devon District Council have deep cleaned the dinosaur statue with “strong disinfectant”. Yikes! 'strong disinfectant' makes me think there was something more than nasty growing in there...

"There ya go Robin, you've inspired me.
***
Barney

A purple dinosaur going by the name of Barney has been a source of entertainment for human children for over thirty years. Was he real or what he just a costume worn by a man acting as a dinosaur? I guess the same could be asked about Santa or the Easter Bunny.

In Barney's case, he was a real dinosaur and since the word 'was' is a defining word representing 'past tense'
it must mean Barney is no longer a real dinosaur. Mmm, interesting.
*

During the daylight hours Barney was an actual dinosaur hatched from a dinosaur egg and who not only could speak Chinese, Russian, English, (along with many other languages), but he could fly, do magic tricks, raise carrots, juggle puppies, entertain children, swim in lava, but he was also purple and loved watching John Wayne movies.

At night though, Barney was a dark soul. His kinky sexual fetishes would make any normal deviant blush. If you were to hide in the bushes outside Barney's cave you'd see, well, of course you see perverts spying on Barney but you'd also see Barney leaving the cave dressed in black leather chaps with his ass showing along with his purple tail.

You'd also see him leading a midget monkey dressed exactly as himself and just as kinky. It was common knowledge that Barney had his dino pee-pee pierced with a large stainless steel piece of body jewelry shaped like snake fangs hanging and swinging freely in the wind (Barney was well endowed) The little monkeys ding-a-ling was a bit tiny and thus his jewelry was shaped as a really teeny tiny frog.

Barney's sexual appetite included males and females of whatever species wanted to frolic with purple dinosaurs. It was amazing how many creatures loved the carnival and carnal aspects of a public, purple entertainer.

The prodigy spawned by such unions was truly bizarre. Half dinosaur half cow, half dinosaur half Ethiopian dwarf, half dinosaur 1/4 rabbit 1/8 leprechaun 1/16 goldfish 1/16 alien...(a whole other story on some of the unions) Needless to say but I'll say it anyway, Barney was one crazy guy.

Things were going pretty well for Barney and his exploits were notorious, bizarre, kinky, wild, weird, and for any deviant, wonderful!

Now, once upon a time Barney met the parasite, a writers parasite now dwelling in an idiots mind owned by a guy called, Robin. Sure, at first the kinky shit was okay but then it got boring as the physical usually does get boring quickly so the parasite changed things up.

After watching many reruns of Dexter while in Robin's black hole the memories inspired the parasite and so the next time Barney came over for some fun the parasite knocked Barney out cold. When the purple creature woke he found himself naked, wrapped in cellophane with duct tape covering his mouth. He tried screaming but nothing came out other than a whimpering sound.

After he awoke he saw the parasite eating the monkey in front of his helpless body. Soon all that was left of the little furry monkey fella was the black leathers and the little piece of dick jewelry. He also saw that this had excited the parasite sexually and he tried to scream as the crazy looking parasite proceeded to do unthinkable things to the dinosaur.

Oh my, words cannot describe the horrors and needless to say but I'll say it anyway, Barney was violated in many strange ways...and while it was going on the parasite started to slice pieces of purple flesh colored meat from the dinosaur and eat it while also flinging pieces to a pet alligator lurking in the living room.

Soon the dinosaur was dead, the parasites sexual needs satisfied and the alligator full of purple flesh...

The End.

...

Uh, parasite?

"Yes Robin? Did you like the story?"

No... I thought you would have learned something while in the black hole but I see you're still one sick individual. Couldn't you have done something better than that shit you just wrote?

"(grinning) Of course I could've written something better but it felt liberating to flex the writing muscles a bit."

You can go back to your prison now.

"Good idea, I think there are still some Barney steaks in the fridge..."

[Lipinski]

Got some great inspiration, or maybe it was gas? Anyway, when inspired I write. It's a blessing. It's a curse. It is what it is.
***

Tongue Tied

So long in silence biting metaphoric tongue
Lost in moments as they unfold, clinging to memories and dreams
Consisting of strands of wire so strong
Cables carrying a heavy load
Bridge to nowhere
Nowhere to be found.

Wanting with the constitution of cement, such a strong bond
Held to a world while living in worlds
Sometimes as if living in a closed, safe, secure,
box
or
a tornado, wild winds of chaos yet still strong.

Brave beyond beyond
Always with an answer
answered
Fearing nothing, none.

Electrical machines to carry sound.
Flash of light.
A voice.

Voice of myself unrecognizable?
Cables twisted ripping concrete mountains guarding the heart,
contorted.
Tidal wave smashing against the dark wall until there appeared a white spark
Naked
Bare
soon as the knots appeared out of nowhere, it was over
peaceful, calm...

As quickly as it began the tidal wave receded
Steel cables steadied with concrete once more, bound
Ball of yarn once more in order
Television blaring mindless sound
Sipping tea now, leaves smooth, waters flat.

In moments there will be moments
In moments there will be moments gone
Tied in knots or unraveled
the moments come.

[Lipinski]

Once again inspiration hammers down from a most wonderful place...

"From me Robin? (munch munch)" Lately the parasite has been fascinated by flavored potato chips and with all the chewing IT IS DRIVING ROBIN NUTS!

No, not you parasite. After letting you run with a story yesterday you totally botched it. I'll never be able to eat dinosaur steaks again, and the color purple? Forget about it.
***

Today good people, good milling, good weather, good thoughts, good swim, even talked with an owl (owls make for muuuch better conversation than that damn potato chip munching parasite..."

"(munch, munch, crunch...Mmph,) want some Robin? These bacon and cheese flavored ones are divine."

Knock yourself out parasite, knock yourself out...and by 'knock yourself out' I say it literally.
***

Story or poem? Heck, lets go for a poem. Power is out and I'm typing this with one hand while holding a BIC lighter in the other.

*

Tools of the Mind

Breathing takes place as birthing replaces the cord
Fingers grasping with learning a world
Feet kick until the legs are up and running
Mouth communicates understanding with voice

Clothes help skin
Shoes protect feet
Thinking creates ideas, ideas create logic, logic creates tools, tools give us all choice

Zeus with his thunderbolts
Aphrodite with her passion and love
Thor with his hammer\
even the gods had tools...

History flows with use- - -
screw\
wheel/
lever\
but the hammer?

Small, medium, large
Hard job?
Bigger hammer
Hammering thrust of rocket engines thrust Apollo to the moon.

Hammers are the optimum tool
well
except for a smile...

A smile moves worlds, worlds beyond your imagination
worlds beyond the gods.

A smile , a simple smile, effortless, real, sincere
It heals
It creates
It brings logic to a much better place...

Now, combine a smile with a hammer?
You can bring the Universe to its knees.

[Lipinski]

Getting the body going with a lot of work to do. What better way than listening to AC/DC 'Let There Be Light' to get kick started, hell even write a quick poem.
***

going from stop to go
going to go
awake
refreshed
even a bit of hope.

diet mt. dew for caffeine
micro waved pizza for protein
laugh at two corgi's as they beg with beady eyes.

angus young hitting those strings
guitar, drums, voice...
hello world, it's a good wednesday morning!

shit...
where's my car keys?
hey corgi's which one of you ate my socks?
cell phone? anyone see my cell phone?
good wednesday morning?
never mind...

[Lipinski]

What do you see writer, when you look at a blank screen? A blank piece of paper? Dust on a table? Sand? Your mind? Do you find yourself stymied, blocked, void of idea's?

Do you know what you're going to write before you write it? Do you start writing a story, poem, anything and then you read a bit and delete or erase or crumple up and throw away?

Why do you write? Is it for fame and fortune? Is it for love or hate? What is it that makes a writer sit and write what's on his/her/it's mind?

A lot of questions?

I can't answer for other writers all I can do is answer why I write and the answer is simple: I'm an addict. I'm a lot of stuff, stuff both good and bad. I feel it is the good and bad which makes me really enjoy writing, and I don't know about you but after writing anything - good or bad - it's like a form of relief.

Back in the day I got relief from drinking booze and I took pride in making some mightee-fine-shine... 140 proof with a lit flame so clear you only knew it was ignited by the intense heat! Those days are gone though and damn, I miss it...Told myself at the time that I didn't have a 'problem' Hah! I was drinking a gallon every two days and it didn't faze me. Problem? Fucking-A I had a problem.

So, now instead of booze or anything fun I have food, fishing, hard work, sleep, and writing. So for me, anything that can be written on is not a blank slate rather it is an endless picture of words just begging to be exposed.

"Hey fucknuts, you forgot about me!"

You think you're fun parasite? I'd rather get herpes.

'You want me to give you mine?"

Don't you have some potato chips to consume?

"No, ran out yesterday...Think I'll see what's happening in Bermuda. Later dude."
***

Writers Fortune

(this is dedicated for the many people out there who love writing for the love of writing)


Finding excitement when flipping open a dictionary and seeing a new word for the first time.
Getting lost after writing ten-thousand words and wondering, "Where did the time go?"
Thinking of different words to describe, 'stuff'.

Some writers keep a diary - words kept private for private days.
Some writers write on subway walls to express whatever
while
some writers write dirty lyrics on subway bathroom stalls.

Famous writers get paid but do they write for the money or the fun or do they get it both ways?

Some writers use an alias, some use their own name.

Waking up in the middle of the night with an idea, a great idea you can't sleep
only
to awake and say,
"Shit, what was that idea again?"

Some writers write poetry while other writers find poetry boring, bordering on disdain.
Some are musicians writing lyrics and play.
Some are scientists and write in journals or for universities
Some specialize in science fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, horror, sex, religion, whatever genre that pleases...
Some writers are like me...

i write for love, i write for hate, i write what/when/how just because it brings me relief.

If you find yourself doodling with words, waking in the middle of the night with a story/poem, buying reams of paper and black ink...

You may be a writer,
or
insane.

[Lipinski]

Every 'once in awhile' I get to meet interesting people above the norm. Last year I met a very special person that changed my life and now I got the opportunity to meet a very interesting man. His name is Bob Star and he called me last Friday and asked about my excavator prices. When I told him he asked when I could start, since Friday I've already worked 20 hours for him. He just arrived in Idaho and closed on an excellent deal regarding five acres, a home, and shop, and the creek? Most wonderful.

Strange how life goes as I've only been typing this for a few minutes and he just called again. He wants me next week and he wants me to sawmill some maple logs for a table and butcher block.

What makes this man interesting is not the fact he is 74 years old, that he was a butcher for 30, a US Marine for 8 (artillery) and finally a taxi cab driver in Honolulu, no what is interesting is the life I see in his eyes. His body is almost finished and he will be dead physically soon and this is sad but the other life inside...wow.

On a related note: I know a young couple that just had a baby and this baby has two lives also (one male, one female), however, it remains to be seen the stream the baby decides to swim in as growth begins...

Getting back to the 'story' Bob made a request I knew he would make and that was to dig a pond and stack rocks in an 'artistic' way. Now to some, rocks are rocks and to others there are special rocks.

"You've got rocks in your brain Robin. One huge fucking rock harder than basalt and blacker than coal!"

At least that's better than the oatmeal mush you have for a brain parasite.

"Oatmeal? Man, I have not had that for awhile. Think I'll go cook some up and mix in some jalapeno potato chips. Later."

Sigh, anyway the rocks unearthed and for those coming from the creek - most wonderful.

I'm very glad Bob has entered my life, it fills a void that desperately needed to be filled. Already he has asked if I want to help him work some of his 18 gold claims next Spring. I smiled and said yes, though (not allowed) Truth be told about gold though, I HATE gold. Why I hate gold there are few who can understand but for what it's worth, gold to me is worthless. Now copper that is my favorite metal, again for 'strange' reasons. Copper is fantastic.

Why do I write the above? Is it a fictional story? A dear diary entry? I could care less as it is something needed to be written.

And, as always, I found some inspiration.
***

A Star

So many twinkle in the heavens, firefly lights for the gods
Constellations, rogue planets, black holes, space...

A big bang some creatures say, out of nothing came something
something
something 'seen' today.

What do you see when you see me?
A man?
A freak?
Strange?
Normal?

What do I see when I see you is so very hard to explain.
To see the past, present and future
potential
chance
choice
what can i say?

So many happy in ignorance as they play the game of life
Happy or sad with what they see...

What i see when looking into a mirror is a whirlpool, chaos, twisted convulsions of what is so hard to explain.
What i see in a Star, in the eyes mirror, the eye of the storm, the tail of the comet, the chaos, twisted convulsions,
a storm...
a mirrored reflection of me.

[Lipinski]

Bole Bound

Hanging alongside a tree, a tree with so much history
Shorn branches knots revealed, stepping stones of sort
Spiraled rope.

Chain looped around green life bearing
Needles showing

Used for training
For conditioning
Climbing up to come down

Birds fly by thinking of food
Insects scurry
Wind blows the needles of this large pine

To see an entire story in a rope
Swinging lonely
The needles smelled of fragrance
Sap on the crusty bark untouched
dry
while on the other tree chirped full
natural
an inquisitive bird while I smelled the weather.

[Lipinski]

Ha! That prick Robin is out grading roads, I hope he drives off the cliff...but not before telling me where he stashed the extra potato chips.

Anyway, since the moron is out doing whatever morons do, I'm gonna write a story about a headline -

Planned Parenthood’s Cecile Richards: It’s ‘exciting’ to hear women ‘tell their abortion stories’

You humans are so funny with your morality, your emotions, your body habits, fuck you even fuck up fucking.

Here is how the headline should read and the news story accompanying it should go:

Cecile Richards: I love killing babies and listen to others talk about how they experienced killing.

Story carried by World Press, API, and Loony Tunes

Written by: The Parasite

Cecile Richard, president of the organization that helps female humans get those pesky little zygotes and fetus cells out of their bodies was soooo happy to tell the world about how she killed her own little 'pain in the ass'.

In a world now so consumed with death it is refreshing to see such honesty. It is a woman's right to do as they choose and it brings such light to the world to vacuum the growing glob of those annoying lustful moments out of the womb.

Cecille said, “The exciting thing to me now is that young people are telling their stories and they are living out loud. More women are telling their abortion stories, and I told mine,” she said. ”I think once we get out of the shadows, and I think the LGBT movement has led the way in this, it normalizes what should be an open and honest conversation.”

Open and honest conversations... Yes, that's what this world needs more of. We need more , so much more. We need social change!

Old people should be killed once they can no longer work. It should be legal to have sex with animals! Power should be totally in the hands of a select few so as to lead the majority of those weak minded people. Guns should be banned. God should be changed to fit humanities needs...

And finally and most importantly, there should be more flavors of potato chips! There should be gravy flavored, peppermint, turkey, hot dog... And the national dog for the United States should be the Welsh Corgi... and, and, and...

"Parasite?"

What are you doing back here Robin, thought you were grading?

"Uh, yeah, forgot my Tylenol. Now, what kind of mischief are you getting into. Mmm, yep, uh huh, just as I thought. This shit you just wrote is typical you. You forgot one thing though."

What?

"You should have written that maybe the aborted babies could be ground up and used in potato chips. Bet they'd taste great. Lots of vitamins and protein."

Daaamn Robin. That's the best idea I've heard in the last five minutes. Imagine - Lays ex laid flavored 'oops' moments, or Winco Wham Bam Thank you Maam, oh, the posssibilities. Thanks for the idea. Think I'll go to planned parenthood and experiment with what they throw away.

"They don't throw babies away, they sell them."

Oh, never mind...

[Lipinski]

Music

Body a bit rusted, cracked windshield, tired rubber, engine sore...
Low on gas
House needing paint
Bills need to be paid
World filled with hate
and that's just the morning.

War by noon
Planes of destruction bomb diplomatic aggression
Hunger of the planet
Weather strange.

Evening brings the numbness
Leaking oil and pain
Same old shit
Same old crap
Prelude to another day...

Wait a minute, what's that sound?
Feet tapping
Fingers rolling
Drums beating
Strings strumming
Crowds cheering...

Thank God for AC/DC