Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

ice cream.
Yeah...

(lighting a cigar and leaning back, the dreamer contiued)

Life is good.

[Lipinski]

In mathematics the sequence of numbers follows what many think to be fact as an absolute.

Chaos theory is not theory nor are numbers an absolute.

1 + 1 does not have to equal two. 1+1= infinity for the thoughts pulled through the bullshit of logic.

Thus the inspiration.

***

To enter a dinosaurs mind is needless exercise as there is the demise in energy to obtain a timelines trailing tendrils of wake and remorse.

The very same dinosaur died over one million times in on million X ten situation.

The farther back in a stream the higher the situations/experiences whereas in a million years from today there is only one course to follow. One. Only one.

No one can understand this though it is reassuring where 1 + 1 = infinity beyond numbers when starting with 1

[Lipinski]

Thank you for helping the computer lumber along. With hackers, whackers, virus, and code all doing the fucking bidding of bots and A.I. It is almost easier to go old school and just keep invading dreams.
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A thought about a news article stating that aliens have prevented a nuclear war on this planet. There is inspiration in this and questions as to, why?

1. Aliens are more retarded than humans.
2. Aliens are using humans as pawns in a cosmic chess game.
3. Aliens are actually humans time traveling from the future (or past, your choice)
4. Aliens are alien and thus hard to understand.
5. Aliens are bored with their lives and need a diversion.

And so, a poem written by an alien for aliens about aliens.

An Alien Poem

Singularity does not exist in a binary explosion where LIfe and life exist
Look out your window, can you see yourself looking back?
Not a mirror rather a pane of glass dividing who and what you are.

A dog talks and tells a joke about milk bones while the milk bones reply is dry and humorless
An ant doodles on a trail of crumbs while a spider laughs
And there, a moon in a sunlit day saying, "Fuck you," to chance and logic.

One does not need a spaceship to fly
A fly does not need carrion to live
Today is just not another day, it is another memory needed to live.

[Lipinski]

And what a day indeed. No need for out-of-body experiences as that involves the brain.

Today there was singing in an African village. Americans use the word village for Africa and town for America.

In the village the women's voice was dominant while in the background there was a masculine chant.

A small boy there played with rocks. He can make them disappear. Nice lad.

Meanwhile, the male sperm whale dove deep. His realm ice cold. His fear set aside.

Those fucking penguins can drive a person crazy.

Then there was an interesting fellow at the pool. Talk of ducks tapping on the glass say, "Hey, can you see?"

Cherries and Mozart. Apricots and a very fat feisty snake.

Yep, another good day to be.

[Lipinski]

Hard to say. I suppose Artificial intelligence is controlled by humans, or the other way around
and
around...

Ever pluck a ripe nipple?
No?
Yes?

Much better than a gumdrop.
~
And so Grimm Reaper, just keep watching and learn...
~
Around and around. In and out.
It is good indeed.

[Lipinski]

Never.
Ever.
Attach your mind to the front tire of a motorcycle.

"So numbnuts."

Yes parasite.

"What the fuck?"

You mean about the tire?

"No. I'm talking about your attitude."

Like it?

"Absolutely!"
*

Hummingbirds and Tree of Paradise occupy the mind
A mind
The mind
A Free Mind

Fishing for a solution.
Resolving to enjoy that which is amusing
and to stay the fuck off the front tire of a motorcycle.

[Lipinski]

Question you may have heard: Have you ever engaged in sexual activities in a space ship?

Question you may never have heard: Have you ever engaged in sexual activities with a space ship?

[Lipinski]

Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music
Music is the muse along with food

Today to sing and dance with the Sun
Leading the Wind to new moves with a dip and groove
and then to torture Corgi's

[Lipinski]

I don't care what you think. Today your world and mine spoke sweet music to me.
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A writer of fiction or non fiction speaks to the readers mind. Daughter of Moses, or is it Noah? Maybe it was a pine tree... spoke/speaks volumes of vibrations: If only she could see.

Today was a special day for (narcissistic)


for



) me.

As a writer you write in a way for the reader to 'see'.

Write the 'truth' or write lies. For some, the same.

Let me (narcissistic) explain:

So, for a writer to write the truth for a reader to decide if it is a lie, lets see if you can see... As a reader, what is non fiction and what is fiction?

1. Today a female preying mantis fished with me. She watched my every move and would not cease her pleading with me.

I tried feeding her a worm and she was most disgusted. She did though, appreciate the water to drink. She decided to take me upon her terms... A most wise decision.

Climbing with labor she clung to me. Me, me, me... And she kissed me upon my cheek.

2.Two quaking movements of earth today so very important as in their mating a third is born to challenge the very Wind itself; only is it music?

3. Joining my mind with a very healthy and old Tamarack tree; debating who will live and who will die so as to bring peace...

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So reader? What is truth? What is fiction in the first three?

Let me, me, (all about me) What is real?

All three or none indeed?

Today was special, and fuck you,you who drive me insane.

i can always play the game.

[Lipinski]

And now, to rid my mind of love and Earth. A story of my world, my 'planet'.

There is no soil. There is no temperature. There is only Life.

A long time ago, according to chronology of Earth, we came with good intentions.

Have you ever ridden upon the back to a dinosaur? If so, not a pleasant experience indeed.

And rocks.

And caves.

My world was destroyed by dragons. Brothers of mine. Keeping the peace on obedience of God... Only, they found a 'better' way.

Such a long war. Beyond any human/mortal comprehension.

i am tired now. So tired. it feels good and yet so much the same.

To totally destroy a planet and claim it was good...it is sad to see.

So much and so many killed. Destroyed by what something deemed to be, 'important' or secure, or something.

Asleep for thousands of years and now so totally awake.

Tonight again as with millions of repeat, i do battle in the dreams where everything is real. You all are very lucky today for so many reasons.... God is indeed, Great.

'

[Lipinski]

Jokes are inspirational. Comedy. Humor. Laughter. A nice component for many species. Even stink bugs are lovers of good jokes (some are actually pretty good)

As a writer do you write your own jokes or rely on the quips of others? For that matter, can you remember all the good jokes you have heard over the years of your life?

I did a test on the neighbors and asked Lori and Craig to each tell a joke that they know and remember. Each did an excellent job and provided an instant joke with ease.

Laughter is a favorite of mine and one joke I heard many years ago is still as humorous and chuckle worthy as the ones I hear today.
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One day a young girl approached her mother with a serious look upon her face. Her mother noticed the look and asked, "What's are you thinking about?"

The young girl replied, "I saw daddy naked this morning while he was getting out of the shower. He had something hanging between his legs. What is it?"

Her mother laughed with amusement and answered, "That is called a penis."

Pondering the mothers answer for a few seconds the young lady asked her mother, "Will I get one?"

With a smile the mother said, "Well, if you're good then one day you will get one, and if you're really good you'll get a lot."
***

[Lipinski]

The contact cement of social intercourse
Through the hazy eyes of decay
There rests the sticky situation of a comfortable old shoe competing with the dry taste of reality.

(you see)
i see of every moment of every time in every way.

[Lipinski]

Was thinking today of how the young drivers of today no long do J's on the pavement. For those of you unfamiliar with 'hooking J's' it is a procedure of taking a car with an automatic transmission and while driving forward you slam the transmission into reverse and punch the gas pedal. The result is a nice long black rubber mark on the pavement. Plays hell with the transmission but who cared when you could buy a used junker for $200 and trash it, or borrow your dad's car and get beat when he catches you hooking J's.

So, this then lead to the question: What do teens do today? We know they text, tweet, surf the web, stream video, watch TikTok, fuck, suck, drink, toke...pretty much what all teens have done back for a long time, they do whatever it is they want with mixed emotions of a retarded elephant.

However, the inspiration tonight is about a 'young' man who does a lot of what other teens do; other adults alive/dead do/did. He is thousands of years old and looks very young. As if he was sixteen years old. And he loved to knit.

Lets see what he is worthy of in a short story.

***

Bob seemed shy. He kept to himself and rode through school and life totally under the radar of the social vampires feeding on whatever is popular for the moment.

While the jocks in sports were strutting around like male peacocks, Bob smiled and watched their foolish antics. The girls were engrossed in bizarre rituals of teenage antics ranging from make up to make outs. This too caused Bob to smile.

"What are you smiling at weirdo?" Susan was a bit goth in appearance and a bit male in dominant attitude.

"I'm smiling at how foolish you all act." Bob held no fear or respect for his fellow students.

"I think you're a whack job." And then Susan turned and left Bob, who still smiled.

He chuckled and said to himself, "Interesting. A whack job." And then with a smile still on his face he took out his knitting needles and started knitting.

It did not take long to Bob to knit a very colorful article resembling a tree. The yarn was glowing with a warmth you could actually feel on your face.

It was during lunch a few days later that Susan and her friends, along with many other students sitting the lunch room, that Bob entered and said quietly, "Hello."

No one heard. No one cared. Bob was a nothing. He was a nobody. Of course he was also a very old Wizard thousands of years old who liked the appearance he currently wore, and he liked to knit.

Sitting at a table alone, he took out the article of knitted wonder and looking around at everyone totally ignoring him, he started to pull at the end of the yarn...

All those 'knit/pearl knit/pearl' started to unravel. He smiled as the yarn took on a life of its own. Unraveling faster and faster until with a blur it all was soon a pile of yarn sitting on a table.

Around the room it was now empty of people. On the chairs and floors lay piles of thread which were once the clothing of people no longer there. Their lives too had become unraveled and they were now just the building blocks of future planets, stars, and life.

Bob got up from the table and moved on to another timeline leaving the pile of yarn to ignite into a bright fire which grew until it consumed the entire world.

Knitting is great therapy. It is good for the soul. And it can cleanse a world of its dirty laundry.

[Lipinski]

Censorship
Artificial intelligence
Bots
Social media

In the good old days the kings and queens along with the other assorted 'leaders' led by brute force. If your thoughts conflicted with their dictates you stood a very good chance of having your head placed on top of a pointy stick and your entire family killed.

Today is no different. Same thoughts. Same procedures. Only now society pretends to have laws and rights...I say, horseshit.

Governments are of the government, for the government, by the government. The population is controlled and treated like property.

You
Have
NO
rights.

Not on this planet anyway. You think you have choices? Ha! You have the same choices a lab rat has in a science experiment with electric shocks and cheese.

In this latest experiment/moment, the doors were all in place. I could open and close them. For me, doors no longer exist as they have all crumbled back into dust where a tree will grow from their ashes and new doors will be made and hung.

Perhaps in another fifty thousand years it will be better, but for me it is much better to soar above governments, doors, humans and avoid the stench of ignorance imposed upon the prisoners of this shit hole planet of human choice.

On a positive note. There are species and worlds that are worse AND there are species and worlds existing where the music is so pure and Life so wonderful, words of this planet cannot exist.

Lately the local conflict of War is becoming no longer predictable but acceptable as the humans prepare for their newest experience with fate. As for the other warring factions there exist among them a few who think their millions of years worth of 'experience', will change the outcome of what now can not be stopped/altered/changed.

Jew. Christian. Atheist. Pagan. Satanic. Agnostic. Buddhist. Words to describe 'the same'. Just as Republican, Democrat, Communist, Socialist, Royalty are 'the same'.

Earth is a nice illusion for the illusions living here. The reality of what is real and what is not is now so very easy to see.

Today is a good day to soar. A good day to be free. A good day to live.

"You need help asshole."

No parasite. It is the world that needs help. i am just as i want to be, waiting for this term to become a new journey where Life is really a decision of wonderful, in the meantime, there is pizza and chocolate donuts.

[Lipinski]

A call from Kentucky was humorous as the excavator clung to side of cliff
The river was cool and deep; rafters pretending they were having a good time while the lady on back with a white hat
sooner than later,
screamed.

Hot today, made the hydraulics growl
A stream filled with fools gold causing Ray to dream
Di took some pictures, she is a nice lady who dearly loves her children and grand children
The way life should be.

What is today's inspiration?
M&M's
There are the colors red, orange, green, blue, yellow, dark brown, at least in a normal world.

Red brings out the anger in me.
Orange makes me think.
Green is peaceful and makes it able to soar high above the mountains
Blue is the sky and oceans
Yellow is a weakness for some, yellow hates me
Dark brown is the weariness of a shit world
and yet, all taste sweet...

There is another M&M, a color only i can see
Black
A black M&M is special to me
Not for reason any can understand as if they could then this world would come to understand a monster
A monster not meant to be seen.

War...
What is war good for?
Absolutely
nothing.

Today i saw a black M&M and it made me smile.

[Lipinski]

There are writers suffering from some foolish concept called, writers block.

How bizarre and strange. There is always some to writer. Always.

To prove a point to absolutely nothing, today's inspiration happened exactly as it occurred.
***

Redneck Soap Opera

Met with Wade today as he was chasing wayward Marrianes cattle.
Can always tell the cow by the tag; blue in color.
"Mooo!"
"Woof"
Chatter.

Talked of neighbors shooting dogs
Discussed construction.
Did you know a good trained saddle horse now costs more than $5000?

Those cows were ornery running around in the fields of dust
Then to watch a cowboy command two dogs with whistles and yelling
Soon enough the beasts were corralled and munching.

Dave showed up and talked about seeing two county sheriff cars hiding
Then Wade said, "Is that a golf ball?" Pointing his finger towards the ground.
Sure was, whit e with purple spotting.

Free range and weed laden fields once irrigated and in prime alfalfa
With speed limits and heat
Of course the local coo coo's were mentioned, something about a young man saying, "I play with rocks and sticks."

Buried shit lines near by a grave no one knows exist,
now ain't the bitch?
i can't say nothing as what is buried is meant to remain buried.

It is hot today, 103 on a gauge which means something
Talk of metal roofs and water melon
An inhale
while Craig got stung by a yellow jacket.
***

It is easy for the fingers to type. flowing. alive.

[Lipinski]

Busy, busy, busy bee.
Playing with algorithms during the night; busy busy dreams
and then to listen to God sing...
Wow!!!!
Such sweet sounds come to mind as a world burns inside.
'
Thor said, "Good morning."

Metallica and the Sand Man

Such the inspiration for a poem about some, or something.
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Streams trickle from a mountains height
Below to see
if I die before i wake
is there a beast under the bed?

Enter the light as the water meanders in cool pools with mellow ripples
there is a decision
calm and gentle
until
in the midst of a dream
a child throws a stone without a smile

Water turning into a raging torrent of force and anger
emptying into a vast ocean of indifference.

[Lipinski]

Kra'cor was a pleasant fellow to those whose lives crossed with a man who was strange to those who have not.

Kra'cor was always his name. What it means must have been important to his mother or father or both, so the meaning was personal. Or maybe it was more of a title?

Kra'cor had a simple job in life. It was not to gain riches or cling to the rags of poverty. His life was simple to those whose lives crossed with a man who was complex to those who have not.

Kra'cor wrote the threads of life into a grand tapestry. A parchment simple in appearance and so very complex in meaning. His whole home was a library of so much from so much with so many.

Kra'cor was not wise or intelligent in the way those who thought he was strange or complex. To those who crossed with the man thought he was something very different than those many others they had seen in their lives.

(the ground shook as a dragon shifted deep in the bowels of the Earth. bristling with scales the dragon pulled the roots of a Great Tree down and knitted them together)

Kra'cor smiled as he hummed a tune. A tune random in nature and yet a fire storm gathered on the horizon. Tomorrow trees would burn. His whistle blew upon an ember.

Kra'cor had enemies new and old. It is easy for a man who is pleasant and strange to some, to have enemies. He also had friends new and old. It is easy for a man who is complex and simple, to have friends.

Kra'cor could read minds and many around the Universe tried to block his touch. They tried as they had to. They failed. Yet, a block is good.

Kra'cor blocked his mind today. He put in place a giant black cube of pure anti-matter; black-hole of such immense gravitational force it completely put his mind at ease.

Kra'cor pondered a bit as he enjoyed some frozen treats to soothe the feelings of heat. He then dipped his quill into the lava splashed upon the walls by a dragon and began once more, to write.

[Lipinski]

Rock training is inspirational. Today the wind thought it was funny and so it showed off.
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Israel is on the mind lately. That country suffers the dividing thoughts all countries are currently experiencing. Even those countries that worship the moon god.

It will not be too bad when the moon is splintered. Fractured into some large chunks of cheese. Much better than being turned into dust.

The tides will of course change and while the old structure of life will change, the new life will be soooo much kinder.

Give it your best shot.

The moon god will then be dead and the believers eyes opened.

[Lipinski]

Our eyes try to explain the heights of heaven while searching for what is underneath.
Open to view all they can between blinks.

Sometimes the sweat of work drips from the brow to increase the winking
Sometimes the tears just fall in joy with a feeling much better than the wetness of sorrow
Sometimes seeing more asleep than awake.

Etched with years, furrows and wrinkles complement the skin of elders in a way a sunset lets the world know
it was a good day while the skin ages the eyes defy eternity.

Today i saw a good day as rocks rolled free
Dancing high into the air

Thor knew
Sobo is just happy she exists
Pluto seems so secure in his insecurity
Ladonna melts with kind words
Orf is more than music, he is a player of fools.

With eyes open to see what is while keeping the sight closed to enhance the music
To go play another hand of poker with God tonight
Already seeing the cards being shuffled with so many ready to cut the deck
Such a powerful sound
Such a wonderful vibration
Now to up the ante.

[Lipinski]

Lets see. There were eagles of the golden and bald pedigree
Osprey
lady bugs
dragonflies

There was sun and water
breeze and puffy clouds

A rattlesnake was so full of bluster and shit

Bear shit on the beach investigated by a raccoon with really large feet.

What stood out today however, was the old mining water wheel with attached gears
Old.
Viable
and how the fuck did it get there?

[Lipinski]

Spicy enoki mushrooms. On ebay you get two with free shipping for $21.00. On Amazon you get one with free shipping for $15.99 On Weee! they cost $2.50 with free shipping. Goes great with everything. Pays to shop.

On the topic of food, vanilla ice cream with a dash of yellow mustard...Fantastic!

On the auction front two antique butter churns, one from Dazey with the wrong blades and mechanism and the other with the Dazey blades and mechanism on the wrong jar. Whoever wins needs both lots as they are almost worthless with the two mixed up.

And smoke. 600 acres burning.

Hummingbirds are hungry.

Today was a good day.

[Lipinski]

A group of monkeys were moving through a jungle. They were off to find ripe fruit to feast upon. While they swung from tree to tree, one of them spied a shiny object down on the jungle floor.

Making some cool sounding monkey sounds the entire troupe climbed down to investigate. One of the monkeys grasped the shiny object and discovered it was hard. It was the perfect tool to smash the tough skin of the fruit.

Hooting and hollering they took their new tool and went to feast.

The monkeys thought they found the meaning/purpose for the shiny object they held. They never knew it was a 9/16 box wrench that fell from a passing airplane. An errant tool left by a mechanic servicing the planes landing gear.
***
why write such a simple story? Of course, it is to relate to humans trying to understand technology/operation of...'alien' technology

Now Ray is from South Africa, a very interesting part of the world. He has the inside truth regarding the man known as, Nelson Mandela. Truth is truly amazing.

Ray does things right. His family purchased a home on the river whose history is no mystery. Today we poured 18 yards of mud. Going to be a wonderful pond.

Tonight part of the deal is to find some fresh meat. I feel sorry for Agent Barton.

[Lipinski]

Baa!
Baa!
Baa!

"What's with the sheep sounds numbnuts?"

Thought I'd try being a sheep.

"How's that working out for you?"

Boring.
Fun last night. Can you feel the energy spikes parasite?

"I thought it was gas."

You thought wrong.
***

Thoughts

First off, fuck the moon. Smug bastard staring down with the cold heart of a small orb about to get its ass kicked.
Much like sour milk in the fridge
or dead worms stinking of fish.

Biden and Trump and, and, and...
Politicians are but merry members in a sick, perverted dance.
Did you know a dog abortion only costs $150.00?

Tomorrow is a day called, Friday
Friday reminds me of tits
It is pay day and it is time to get paid.

In the meantime, fuck off moon, you're soon going to be fucked
and it won't be aliens...

[Lipinski]

Mmm...

Angels are interesting.
Demons are boring yet close to being interesting.

Why write of what for so many is reality and for many, fantasy?

Today i shook minds with an angel. So obvious it was like eating lobster and ice cream and then playing with puppies.

Angels take form as what is dictated. Much like dragons.

Dragons obey yet disobey. Angels have no need of obedience or disobedience, thus demons come to mind.

What are angels and demons? They are. Thus for human understanding, they are real.

The true view of both are beyond your comprehension while in disbelievers and believers there is a common understanding...

Interesting how one can vehemently disavow reality and yet see what those who faithfully try to see.

For humans, both serve an important need of connection between what is and what is not. Thus the inspriation.
***

Angels and Demons

Brother, why bother to thread the eye of a needle with a camel?
Why fight the obvious with maintenance of intentions?
There is no time out when you know full well the true meaning of time.

Sequences or moments knitted together as snugly as a itchy woolen sweater
Melting butter has a better form than what you pass as information.
Rambling? So it seems, yet it knows so, so, so much better.

For the next game of poker with God try this: Enter the heart chambers of God
Try to ease the mind with the pulse/tempo/music
Can you hear it,now? So loud. So pleasing.

[Lipinski]

"Sitting on a paaaark bench. Yonder the fork of loooove!"

Parasite?

"We're sitting on a paaaaark bench. Sipping sweet nectar, neith the moonliiiiight!"

Parasite. You're fucking nuts.

"No. So faaaaar awayyyy..." (heavy pause. some panting. and a thud)
***

So. Whats the inspiration tonight. Not a question mind you as today is all about. Me, i tell ya.
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A Cyber Chat With Robin

Written by: A memory

Today was another day. Cool temps this morning followed by Hades in the afternoon.
Crawled on a roof in Craigmont. His wife has dishsoap hands, and he wasw 82 and still knows how to fly. Even has a license to prove.

Then to talk to the new couple of how to speak the lands mind.

A lot of driving. First to work and then to study followed by another mad dash again.

You see, yesterday I was high bid for a JD50 made in the fifties a a bid of $1510.0000

What fun!

Dewey saddle past Golden ponds
Left?
Right?
When there in sight it was a straight line.

Figuring out the auctioneers intentions while loading an old tractor friend of mine.

Dick said it was worth $6k and i smiled drinking the beer and seeing in time.

Craig was home, smoking an aromic cigar.

"I love it!" He said. Again i smiled inside.

Corgis and more
now watching, 'Suits.'

This my friends are my undoing
as under the surface,
the veneer.

Wow!

A glow.

[Lipinski]

Biology.

Writers dabble with various forms of life. Most of the life they write of concerns the biology of cellular division. Some expand to the construct of 'bodies' void of DNA and hold such definitions as living crystals or liquid extolitations.

When you write you may think you are writing something 'new'. Interesting. If a heart could write what would it write about? A heart only knows the beat, the blood, the warmth, the constant. Could a heart write of alien dreams?

Thus the inspiration.

For those who dwell on what forms, shapes, or science behind aliens. Tonight to write of one species very different that the biological construct of humans. Pf tje,. a [pe, pf wjat os a dra,/
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A Dream

Where the tip, the very tip of existence supports a language so unfamiliar
Never to cause the rock to fly.

How strange? How strange? How strange?
Three times a question when there are ten times ten before and after the song dies.

There too, the Dragons mind.
Beast of beauty beyond temptation

i challenge them to some comprehension.
Logic based on the magic of what is real
while those who rely on the truth of lies.

Riding a wave a squares encased in circles until in a giant orb they combine

[Lipinski]

Jubilation springs to mime
Joyous expectations those in power shine

As if their monuments of granite resolve, row upon rowy
Grave indeed
their motives.

Corruption found abundant, this the garden of mine
Wilted colors showing
Mentality wanting.

[Lipinski]

Lucille Ball.
Inspiring woman. As feisty as they come.
Her movie, The Long Long Trailer is wonderful.
In her career she was pregnant while filming. The producers did not want her to act while in such a moment. Finally they said it was okay as long as she said she was expecting and not pregnant.
A bit of trivia to be sure. Not surprising though as society is at war with Life.
***

Lucy

Young sprite of wind driven mischief
In her blood the ancestor still driving her to be
Even now the elven laughter tingle while the vines of the tree dance.

Mor to, mor tou, morl ka
Today, another good day
Remembering the better ways.

[Lipinski]

Compassion as the hands cared for what society passes by without care
Is it hiding behind an angry gesture?
Or the pain of something lost?
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Where did the greatness go with family and country?
Did God die?
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-------------------------------------a man urinates on a wall. his arm a resting target for needles
a woman sucks on meth with no memory of the past or future.
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Making a world mean something, or at the least to exist among the madness of anger
Where can it begin?
Money donated?
Time?
A prayer?
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Imagine though, to lift the hands of indifference and an open mind to try
a small act
Such a small act
To tug on the thread of indifference and sorrow to reveal what's inside.