Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

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

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

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

[Lipinski]

Ha, as in haha when feeling past the wind
blowing
showing
bluster
and grin.

All around and then
in direction where the water flows
and showing
showing
bluster
and grin.

Killlago kit mor t sin so mi
buffeting
moving
growing
showing
bluster
and grin.

It is good
indeed
to laugh again.

[Lipinski]

speaking about laughter... just read a news bit about California passing a bill and now await Gov. Moonbeam to sign it into law. The laughter? The bill makes it illegal for eateries to have any drink offering to children that are not water or milk. Man, just like the 'official' publishing world for the masses of unrecognized authors, the elitists of Kalifornication now want straws banned, guns banned, soda banned, common sense banned, freedom banned. To California politicians trying to 'control' the lives of people I say, fuck you! To the people who vote and allow their freedoms to be stripped clean and fucked up laws put into place to destroy freedom, I wish/hope/desire that you get all the shit in the world you deserve and keep your views, and bodies far, far way from something like me.

"Bit testy tonight Dick... I like it!"

Fuck you parasite.

"I like that too. Maybe there is hope for you retard."

The word, retard, is politically incorrect. You're supposed to say, mentally challenged.

"Okay... retard, retardo, retread. HeeHee..."

***

And so it is. Living in a world where social media is a haven for cowards to hide behind the shield of coward and yet have the power to try and 'conquer and divide' others of other thoughts and beliefs.

The power of the written word is indeed powerful. We all live in a world of power and control. Facebook controls. Google controls. Many institutions and companies control. Religions control. For something such as what now types this... nothing of this world can even come close to controlling, and thus, the inspiration.

***

You want me to bow, cower and accept?
Fuck you!
They want you to be a drone, a slave, a member, a participant?
Go ahead!

Laws. Rules. Covenants.
Made by whom and for what?
Control?
Safety?
Need?
Maybe to satisfy the ego of those so inclined?

Feminists hate men.
Dicks hate feminists.
Hate.
Rage.
Anger.
!
Some say, "Bring it on!"

Resist with passivity
Passive aggression
I say, say what you want and think
though
in certain company ]
just leave.

Peace is a concept this world cannot accept
War makes all equal and is easy to feel and understand the pain
Respect? Ah, there is a novel concept, and what does respect bring?
Weakness?
Loss?
Self awareness
(silence)
and there the truth lays bare.

To remain silent while they take away your rights
To remain silent while they killed the Gypsies, handicapped, political opponents, Jews...
Silent to the pain and rage of others
Silent in the dark while they rob and rape your neighbor
Silence of sound?

What sound then?
The sound of anger?
The sound of laughter?
To me, this world, your world (not mine)
It
all
ALL
sounds
the
same...

[Lipinski]

straw to bail to paper to mail
pulp
and
plastic

farmers toil tilling the soil
trucks they roll and rock
passing the sedentary cops

trees give a wrap
grain gives fermentation
and now
straw
simple straw
graduation into more than feed, mulch, or shit collection...
fantastic.

[Lipinski]

On one side of the road, a grouse tried to think I couldn't see what it was. Then, a more interesting scene. A skunk was pulling grass into a culvert to build a nest. Not a bad idea though when the rains come, a drain culvert is probably not the best place to be.

A day to be!
***

Skunk Drain

Black and white with a gray outlet
Industrious little bastard...

Tugging and pulling and then ass backwards enters
the hole.

Outside white
Inside black
no odor though, clean as a rock

Made me smile, it did
wondering if I'll see the industrious bastard
after the next heavy rain.

[Lipinski]

That OFFENDS me!

It's no secret writer can very easily offend a reader of their work. Just this thread I've been playing with has probably had something written in it that offended some creature out there.

It's interesting how one reader could laugh at a piece of writing while others would do something other such as cry, get angry, get offended, fall asleep... Suppose that is what makes the world interesting; everyone choosing what to be.

What to be? At birth, the decisions on what to choose start as quickly as the lungs breath in air for the first time. Liking mashed peas, hating mashed peas, liking this or that, hating this or that...

I love that people make choice and are firm in their convictions. It bring such as what I am great humor to see ladies join a club and wear red hats while around here, all the men have short hair, a baseball cap, drink beer and favor 4x4 pickup trucks.

Today, I read a headline: New safe sex guide says medical term ‘vagina’ could trigger trans people, replaces with ‘front hole’ Oh, it made me laugh!

Humans are indeed a wonderful source of humor. Offended by the word 'vagina'? How about twat or pussy? But 'front hole'?'
Man oh man, that is f-u-c-k-i-n-g hilarious!

Point of this bit of offensive writing? The point is, this world is offensive. People. Animals. Insects. Plants. Weather. The whole damn world is offensive, so if it's offensive it is good that we can have the freedom to write about it. And, must state. Inspirational!
***

Front hole

Back door wide open
In between the front and back
a wall, a hole, an in, an out
bush
dick
twat

For those so easily offended by a world found
the best thing then
is to get
lost.

[Lester Curtis]

"Front hole"!! HAHAHAHA!

Why don't they just call it the vulva, which is the correct term to use anyway? I'm sure THAT wouldn't offend anyone, HAHAHAHAHA.

[Lipinski]

I take offense to that! A Volvo takes away jobs from American car companies! Those damn Swedes and their Volvo's...

"Hey numb nuts. Not Volvo, Lester said, "Vulva"."

Oh... okay. I still am offended by Volvo's.

"Whatever dude, I'm going to go play with my front hole(s) now."

You go for it parasite. Go get a hole-in-one.
*
Words are fun. Pres Clinton said, "It depends on what the definition of is, is."

An 'illegal immigrant' is now a 'registered Democrat'.

Up is down

Bad is good

but at least... front holes are fun!
***

Cricket Talk

Peeling back the board
revealed
the sound maker of rubbing feet

Elusive and hidden
though brought to light
with a laugh and touch
escape

Hop
Skip
Run

And then, finding a crack
hiding away

I know though, with a swirl of wind
tonight
the crickets will speak again.

[Lipinski]

A lot of talk on the television about 'corruption'. Imagine that... Government and corruption... Who'd of thunk?

I miss the Roman empire. Poison in a political rivals wine, a venomous snake in a bed of an adversary, putting enemies decapitated heads on stakes...

At least while Rome had corruption at the same time, it did have entertainment! They tried to feed me to some lions in some colosseum and the lions took one sniff of my stinky body and went and ate some poor bastards dressed in chicken costumes.

***

Good Ol Days of Corruption

Seeing Adam kiss Eve for the first time with an apple in their eye
Cain and Able kicking the shit of each other
Moses learning to swim in the Red Sea

So many battles and blood
even sacrifices made

Romans and Gauls...
Oh my
What a scene!

French revolution was festive and fun
especially the blade of the guillotine

Civil wars
Feuds
Crying
Screams

And when you thought it couldn't get any better
WWI
WWII
and soon
WWIII

I just love the history, the memories buried inside
and await the demise of billions
when the world is buried deep, resting under my feet...
you see,
Death is my name.

[Lipinski]

balance
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///////
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To teeter one must totter
Lunge forward leaving something back
Hate needs love
Love needs hate
Bullies need victims
Victims need bullies
Up needs down
Facts need fiction
Fiction needs fact

Overpopulation?
Diseases/war/death corrects

Under population?
Bounty brings sex brings life back

Currently the world lived in, embraced by billions
is out of whack
and thus...
most will not like what is going to happen
to bring a world back into balance
balance always wins'
no matter if you believe in fiction
or fact.

[Lipinski]

says the man in the hotel window
feather cast as dawns shadow
brought to tears by memory of wind

in the distance the bridge freezes
flakes too
falling in whim

within the rain quenches
coolness of time
sifting passages to oceans brim

[Lipinski]

Group minded bunch of collective herd followers
Following what group minded bunch of collective herd followers
follow...

Rules
Subsets
Parameters
Traditions
Levels...

Master
to
novice
or is it, novice to master?

Master of what? A world of group(s) all group minded bunch of collective herd followers?
Yes
of course
Discovery for the first time when last forgotten
Forgetting the basics
Forgetting so much they think they remember...

For most, forgetting is best as to remember will only lead to the reality of forgotten
For some, forgetting more than most will have forgotten they are a member of the herd
For inside, forgetting can never be forgotten as the knowledge burns a permanent scar.

[Lipinski]

Sliver

sliver slicing skin
subsurface
searing
sore

so

sticking stops
slowly
slowly
slowly

sending signal soaring
screams
such
sensations...

suddenly
stopping

still

sore
staying sleep
secure staying sore

and so
it is until the sliver is removed.

[Lipinski]

What a View

Toes cling to earth, clutching to stay rooted
above the sway
above the horizon
below swept arm
a view

So much beauty and what sincere
carrying clouds, birds, light, and bee's
fingers wiggling
inside
giggling
a view indeed

Today
Tomorrow
with so many
Yesterdays

Seasons?
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
all bringing into view
a picture
vibrant
living the day.

[Lipinski]

Johnny Cash

Body spent, paid-in-full
Folsom prison
Train tracks and time

Guitar picking
picking up the blue rhythms of a moment

Leaving sounds for all to hear
tape, digital, record, paper, mind
as most are alone in their travels

On the road again
music
a friend of mine.

[Lipinski]

tocu touch
t
t
tocu feeling
t
t
tocu embrace

*
on first thought, a chance
on second thought, a moment
on third, the past

**

under wind///g, down to down
skin smooth
so smooth it brings
tips of wings together

***

one single honey bee today
checking past fields dry
a sweet.

[Lipinski]

took a stumble, falling down into the Milky Way
bands binding and catching the big toe

dusting off the comet
spitting out the moon
drying aspirations with sun

getting up to realize
maybe life truly is
a dream

[Lipinski]

bollybogs

by

bee bee bear

and


me

[Lipinski]

(clamit si si)

Vajaja as wide...with time expending
expanding
exploding...

Riding thrust
thrusting motion
nova noticing...
BOOM!

Little we buggers
salted Universe
aloof stars.

Logic and common sense,
'Spirit of the Wild'
A dessert so tasty
God's
Full.

[Lipinski]

Eight days a week and on the 9th
it rested
techo vibe with tribal beat
smashing
crashing
headshaking
racket

Serena cries, "Men can do it!"
Coaching
tears
and mock sympathy for boorish behavior

Eight days a week and on the 9th
it is
just another fantasy path to better
than fishes.

Swim
Swimming
Swam
double-stroke
Aces.

[Lipinski]

Human conditions of varying degree's... are truly inspirational for writers.
Alcoholics are one source.
As such, Scott, this one's for you.

"I'll drink to that!"

So would I parasite, so would I.
***

Ice Scoop

Up or down?
Right or wrong...
Swatting wasps with a racket attracted to reeking pores of self induced
bliss

Stumbling around in a haze of importance
Delusions of fantastic
and a fire truck

Putting out one and lighting another
pouring back to recharge
and sleep

Knowing workers are drones and slaves
IQ above a level of conscious
and why?

the world could be yours though your world is the way you like it
Grandeur
Idea's
Money
Pie...

When you burn a bridge, the boats too, scatter
leaving such as you
high
and
dry.

[Lipinski]

Along with human conditions providing writing inspiration, so too, historical events.

Take the United States for example. A civil war was fought. North against the South. After the war, memorials and stories were written about the victors and losers. For years, statues of Confederate people of importance, those people who were of historical note are now being toppled and derided. History is always rewritten by modern writers of mood and choice. Always has been this way and it always will.

Recently, it is popular by many to follow personal whims and desires with no thought to self-sacrifice or honor. Just look at those toppling a statue because they don't 'like' it...

A country is only as healthy as those who live in it and sacrifice their will for the greater good of others, even if that sacrifice goes against their personal beliefs. Writing too, is only as good as those authors who write with sacrifice. Blog writers, opinion writers... authors of any kind that only bloviate and press the 'topic of the moment' will fade away with history leaving those authors such as, Anne Frank, Adolf Hitler, Mark Twain... (those authors who for whatever a 'modern' person of belief would consider them to be good OR evil) those authors who truly bled for their writing... will endure the whacky world of 'the moment'.

Today is the anniversary of 9-11. A day a group of people caught up in their belief to the point of sacrificing themselves by killing thousands by hijacking commercial planes into the Trade Towers; a group of others who sacrificed themselves trying to save the people being killed; finally, the victims who were sacrificed for no other reason than being caught in the 'moment'.

Will humanity ever learn from history? Of course, the answer is a definite no. And this means that there will always be authors who will last the coming thousands of years writing the sacrifice of Good and Evil...and the billions of writers who only embrace the flavor of the moment that will fade away faster than a tulip can stay in bloom.

Thus, all inspirational.

***

Writer

By what means is the word put to test
measuring the mettle of the proud and meek
with a question, an answer, a fact, a belief?

Words are slaves to a master
unless
the master give the words the page to be free

Then

How does the story, the news, the history unfold
when a word has nothing sincere
nothing
not a drop of blood
not even the slightest feeling of pain?

There are those who try to kill with opinion, with belief, with selfish greed
not in flesh but in actions of releasing the words
to be
'free'

Freedom of expression
First Amendment
United States of America
Land of the free...

Ask the terrorists who gave their lives for their belief
Ask the 9-11 victims slaughtered while trapped in death as the towers broke free
Ask the first responder's, the police, the firemen who gave their lives to try and save strangers, those even
with opposing beliefs...
Ask them, ask anyone who has given the ultimate sacrifice...
and the answer would be,
nothing,
nothing in this world is free.

[Lipinski]

It was a great day. Matts puppy found my glasses where I stored them 'safely' and she brought them to me. Only ten weeks old and definitely showing an old soul residing inside.

Weather is great. Work goes well. A predictable planet full of daily consumption.

All, very, very, humorous, and... inspirational.

A thanks goes out to one who toys with the vibrations.
***

Misguided

Ms
Miss
Mississippi

Misused
Misunderstood
Missive

Maybe?

Maybe there is no box to think in or out of?
Maybe opinions of all are right?
Maybe though it may all be true...

Mistake? No
Misery? No
Mystery? Ah, definitely yes.

[Lipinski]

noodles mixed to same
with roiling, boiling, same
same ambitions
same trepidations
same screams...

agent Barton
the noodles are about to
burn...

[Lipinski]

Ouch!
*
"Hey, who the hell are you? Never seen you around here before." Ah yes, the parasite. Full and sated from a recent orgy frolicking with dolphins swimming off one of the pristine isles of Greece.

"My name is Murphy. Commonly called by many, Murphy's Law."

"Huh? Heard that somewhere... Oh. Yeah! You're the prick responsible for the whole, 'if it can go wrong, it will...' shit?"

"Yep. That's me. I don't really cause bad luck I reinforce the stupid decisions people make."

"Well, I'm not a person. I'm a parasite and nothing you are can have ANY impact on me, in fact... OH SHIT!" Picture a parasite that is uglier than sin stepping in a fresh, steamy pile of corgi shit. That's what the parasite just did.

"Did you cause that?" The parasite asked while scraping off the crap on a rock.

"Mmm, a bit maybe. You are an arrogant prick afterall that needed to be brought down a notch or two. Like it?"

"I don't like you Murphy."

"That's okay parasite, you'll be just fine, just watch out for that razor sharp harpoon Robin has hanging over..."

"Ouch! I really really don't like you Murphy. Go away!"

"Sorry, can't do that. Got lots and lots of reinforcing to do."
***

Bad Luck

Is bad luck bad?
Good luck usually brings bad luck and bad luck brings
relief.

Hitting a thumb with a hammer leads to healing, a new nail, and memories
Losing money leads to having none which leads to finding the best of finer things
in what is free such life brings.

What if all that existed was good luck?
Then without bad luck, what would the meaning of life
be?

Balance of course
ever the balance
and that is what bad luck
brings.

[Lipinski]

She and he entered, and then the inspiration sang.
***

Eyes, the tell to the truth, shined
She, wanting to fuck, he, the same.
Two pairs in one, looking for attention\
and then
attention came

Coming into attraction, another
black suit, tight, and thin
tattoo;s of status...
in her belly button, a jewel shining bright

Swimming, head floating, a man, her 'companion'
Sex again, always the sex until
his mind opened

So easy such as he who collects data
Processing
Analyzing
Predicting
Chaos/Predictable
patterns...

Sim[pl]e words spoken such simple words
they too
revealing the
patterns...

Talk of AI
Of how 'smart' he knew
so much experience
Alien data
behind-the-scenes
pulling-strings
controlling
the patterns...

Simple though, how does one such as he
so set, so smug, so predictable...
answer?

A simple question:
How to explain data, precise and true
How to explain data that provides truth
in three totally
separate ways?

Three layers, one upon the other
yet
still
the same data.

Patterns, balance, tits-and-ass
Attention
Knowledge
Bringing mirth and laughter.

[Lipinski]

Powerful...

The word, powerful, is powerful. Similar to wonderful. Maybe mindful? Of course! So much in common, the words...

Today was powerful. Recharging. Needed. Last night, so much were brought to fucking... For humans, everyday is a day/night for fucking. Humans thrive on fucking. Sex. Sucking. Humping.Last night for so many, it was this way

For other creatures though... today was powerful for an entirely different reason(s) So obvious. Above. Below. All around.

And for a writer, very powerful inspiration.
***

Crazy
Strange
Bizarre
Insane...

Ah, the comfort of showing and knowing
this life
in chains

Worlds so close you can reach out and touch
or fly
or swim
blurring lines
but the smells?

Dancing shadows
Joking rhymes
a stink bug, so simple yet, so nice

Marauders tried but were denied
All around, the gifts remained unwrapped waiting for the proper time
Oh yes, the gift, the Gift for the masses
like a school of fishes they will swallow the bait
content though, as always, with a penis or vagina
a release, a means, a fix

Today, a special day, though as outside the bats fly by
they too, share in denial
stars and moon and such with so much in common with those made of clay and dust
...
has anyone noticed though, today, the absence of a very important part?
Playful, impish; watching the play unfold brings gladness to the heart.

[Lipinski]

The Harvest

Quenched thirst, famished hunger sated
a buffet as the weather changes

Trees to wear new clothes
Forest animals to share warm memories
Diminished light while star glimmer grows

Air so sweet, so cool, as glimmers thoughts of fancy
with so so so much work
moments though where rest can recline

Out in the patch, a pumpkin grows to huge proportions
Tomatoes until the frost
with cucumbers, potatoes, carrots, wheat...

Leading Summer to slaughter
as a Spring lamb, chicken, duck...
Falls.

[Lipinski]

figuratively shown while speaking of sight
bound, wound,
tightly
sewn
..
.


.
..
there comes to mind, a picture
a smile once where it was warm
seated joy
and yes
nice
..
.

.
..
of course, and yes indeed
much like an age fine bourbon
splashed sparkle
ice
tasty sigh
.
..
..
.
if one holds to the ghosts of the past
it truly does make reality of the present
a figment of tolerable with a chance of
tomorrow.

[Lipinski]

thought about again...
again
and
again, again...

it is nice to think and savor the whims of man
woman
man
mankind
and love

a fog, a haze of hate always sours the taste
trying usurp the sparkle in the eyes
Government
Religion
Society
Groups
Individuals...

to soar beside, above and below
winds lifting the soul to a peaceful realm
a nest atop a mountain made of hope and dreams

below, the bowels of the earth
a monster bellows
roaring
stirring
awake
finding beauty in the deep roots of a single beautiful flower...

Life indeed
can be so very wonderfully strange.