Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

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ever look in Pandora's box?

wrap your fingers with caress in Medusa's hair?

savor a sip from the fountain of Youth?

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can't remember/?

wonder why?\

did you try/?\

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simple really, really easy
to understand
and it must be said... it does not keep people on their toes
nor tow the line
this sailing illusion
of re-run
time.

[Lipinski]

fetal heartbeat

written by: a sound

crowds grouped together
society speak
this think

documents upon documents
legal
countries borne with the hearts of men, women, children

look how proud the armies, navies, aviators, space
environments brimming with parks, forests; lands upon lands
and cities, how noble and grand!

heartbeat after heartbeat
marching parades filled with vibrations of bands
and there
the heart beat of education
religions
medicines
governments
fools
intellectuals
happy
sad
good
evil...

you there, you are one
a heartbeat of sensation
and you
and you
and yes, even you...

sounds and vibrations abound in a world where tides pulse]
one orb of beating aorta
filled with rivers of veins, arteries of life...

step aside into the vacuum of soundless
aloof without any emotions
a sound that no one can hear...

below, around, it matters not to soundless sound
it makes nothing, nothing
without the air, the breath of God to bring the life into Creation
and yet,
so many sounds of 'me, I, we,'
so many sounds of expounding laws and rights
of those for and against...
this sound of vibration in many tongues: a-b-o-r-t-i-o-n

and yet, in the end,
in the vacuum of space where nothing is felt other than freeze and burn
for sound without soul of sincerity
it truly all means
nothing as another beating heart is vacuumed into
oblivion.

[Lipinski]

You didn't think I saw that parasite?

"What? What are you talking about?"

Ha! I saw you fall on your ass while slithering along the icy road.

"Did not..."

Did so.

"Did not..."

Fine. But I saw you and it was funny. Also, inspiring.
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Icy Road

Not much snow, not much cold
Not much traction, not much frozen
Enough though, enough snow for compaction
Enough cold to keep some snow frozen
Enough traction to allow a trucks wheels to gain motion.

Not much of a hill, not too long
Not much traction, not much frozen
Oh oh...
Wheels spinning after getting a little bit up the hill...

Brakes!
Locked wheels sliding
Bang!
Resting securely with the ass end kissing the gatepost
Damn, gravity, ice, momentum
truly a bitch.

[Lipinski]

Asog til mo mo
finger
Guld yeta guld
finger
Spiralla non confsor
finger

As the day remembers
there among the Black Oak dust
with dog and man and woman

Stirring the level lines
Bending the bow
and releasing

Asog til om om
finger
Guld crossed glimmer
Spiralla non rosfnoc
finger

[Lipinski]

KILLING MACHINE

Fitted color, crimson emotions stirring deep the void
Trumpet to sound, drum to beat; vibrations reach
Banners of so many, so much, so the need

Sharpen sword never truly rusted
waited pierce feeling angers
such indeed

Old in know, know
Young know only to go
unborn in trepidation
dead laughing at the dance, carefree

Lances leveled, shields held firm
and so with whir and hum
the machine glows, thirsty for satisfaction
history always shows
a record with a scratched track...]
repeating
repeating
repeating
repeating
...

[Lipinski]

Grapes grow, rows and rows
savoring steep soil and people look with resemble of
smiles

Quick talkers, one and a bit more quiet two
a third,
silent

Spit on the dog and laugh
strike number one
Contain deceit at a name
strike number two

It is interesting to see the thin man
hiding boredom and age,
this strike number
three.

[Lipinski]

Yes, this world truly does indeed...

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It could be so nice indeed
Ingredients all in a bowl
mixed together
mashed and stirred
heated to a boil
and then cooled

Earth, a great place to stop and devour
destroy and wreak havoc
with a little time left over
for lunch.

[Lipinski]

Locusts in Mecca, now that is some great fodder for writing inspiration.

Locusts in the 'Old' days were on par with plague and bad omens. Kinda like water turning to blood and boils on the skin.

Love the lore as for many reality is on both sides of the line.
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Chicken entrails
Casting of bones
Meditation
Smoke
Traditions

Don't step on a crack
Throw salt behind your back
Don't tempt the demons of sensation

WhY/?\
wHy not give it a try\?/

Who rules what and why is not in question as people think they decide
so let them!
Let them eat cake while starving
Let them be in control of the world they don't know
Let them breed like roaches
Let them sing, play, work, die
for
if
people could even come close to grasping the Reality living besides...
it would no longer be called Earth, or Mars, or Mercury...
rather
it would be what is living
inside...

[Lipinski]

In Tune

Layer upon layer; entwined by atoms, molecules, and time

Listen, can you hear the subtle sounds?
Not the obvious of tenure, bass; octave of trembelo and count
Listen again, as the fingers respond
Pushing the white, the black with leather straps to hammer and wire

Vibrations combined to hear, see, and feel
But no, that's no it, what then is there else to listen?

Carried through air, such distortions where light shows darkness and darkness bears shadow
On the wall even, the ceiling, the roof and what?

Listen, can you hear the subtle sounds?
The top, the middle, the bottom
layers?

Emotions
Feeling
Sensations

No tune can hide the truth even when played the loudest
No tune can prevent the truth even when played in the mind
silent

All around
Everywhere
even in the vacuum of space; the far side of the moon
the sounds are overwhelming
if one chooses
to listen.

[Lipinski]

Actress declares that her 'first abortion' at age 19 was 'my best one.' And the audience loves it.
Actress and outspoken abortion advocate Martha Plimpton (left) raises her arm triumphantly while telling an audience that she got her "first abortion" at age 19 from a Seattle Planned Parenthood and that it was her "best" abortion. (Image source: YouTube screenshot)

Oh man oh man oh man...

This world is just FILLED with inspiration

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Colliding fragments released from the heart of heat
Gravity
Comets
Asteroids
Soon...
Planets

Moons
Environment
Forests
Rain
River
Species

A busy budding process this Creation
Life?

No, not yet...
Ignorance
Confusion
Hate
Sickness

Genetics not yet close
Time to Pull the handle
Bring out the Black Hole
Suck it dry...
Earth?
Yep, time to abort another planet.

[Lipinski]

Swimming with the fish high above the sands
Currents kind and in command

Keel spine and rudder
Propellers push of mobbed
chaos
churning bubbles

Deep to find and sift
spying schools in session
evading baited points with aloof opinions

So easy to reach out with hooked hand
Grasping lipped gill and shimmering colors

A flip of tail to no avail
one
after
one
after one...

Watery world of comfort
Needs filled
no hunger
no pain
with random folly
counting other world seagulls.

[Lipinski]

Political Utopia

Inside glows the dreams of ideas of telling others how to live
God? If you believe this way you shall be saved...
Sex? Oh such pleasures if you only be free...
Science? I always have the answers using facts so that you should believe...

Socialism is perfect
Communism is perfect
Capitalism is perfect
Royalty is perfect
It is all perfect... in theory

Actual
Real
Day to day
so easy to see the folly and ignorance behind the actions and words
of people like me, like you, almost as the story of King with no clothes
living in delusion while others in delusion
do the same.

[Lipinski]

Blood In the Moon

Menses to fell those of moods; swelling pulse of red
Placed between fingers, fingers so light in touch
there, a wavering cloth bleached white as if battled to surrender

Timely comes cones of tail, swimming course and way
Lost minutes as the seconds fail
until
Centuries bulge, exploding silently
the bridge between the valleys of time

A knight falls to fate
A maiden eats the bitter
A peasant toils with head down to survive
A king wears the pride
A queen wails

Riches or Spoils?
Inside the Moon,
full of pull and sway,
a heart full of blood beating without any life.

[Lipinski]

Sing the song, lyrics clear upon dotted lines
In the back there stands the booming voice
Soprano
Bass
Tremelo
Tenor

Forced hands to still
and yet?
Yes
Rebellion

Black prince, shadowed darkness
dares to feel
the tune...

Hands trembled slight as muse
millstone or milestone
heavy
leaded...

Rise!
Rise the Spirit as with winged flames engorge his voice
Announce!
Announce the passions bridled long and low
Released for a world to hear
as with outstretched arms, swaying torso,
the Voice so powerful, so sweet, so strong
brings the trodden to their feet

It is in this small song, such simple tastes of bland mellow turned by dare and will
such change to power of the world.

[Lipinski]

Worry

Wasted ways when feeling unchangeable thoughts
Nazi
Dictator
Evil
Names with names for worried thoughts

They came/come in force, bullies mounted with strength of opinion and laws
Nostrils of war horses carrying bloodied banners
and at what cost?

Over and over with over again
so many innocents perished while worrying
trying to preserve purity and way
only to lose and in history
get lost...

War cares nothing for victor or victim
War cares not
only
in the moments of battle again and again with again again
corruption in the Wind.
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It is and has been called
again and again with again again
Over and over with over
again...

Bear witness this Wind
Sweeping over the Lands
Wail and weep
Yell and raise fist
Worry or not
the Battle continues
more so
than over
and again...

And maybe the survivors will come to realize a calm
a calm before another Wind...
or until then?
probably
not.

[Lipinski]

with warm weather comes warm thoughts... inspiration from such

Sensual to the mind when body covered in skimpy cloth and hold
bikini forms the mold of body bold
muscles smooth and tight

Behold the smiles there on so many faces
Men, they flex and strut
Women, they hold the power

As old is old it really never become old
the expression of the sexes
...

[Lipinski]

rejected the picture revealed
securely painted in my mind
as the colors blend, mix, and swirl

orders not to follow as there is nothing that can control
the
fingers

fading light only brightens
sunrise brings shadows
moonlight a mockery of lost souls
stars...
stars are sincere in cold totality

watching birds as they feed with hawks in flight searching
grass itching to climb
cows with tummies bulging
everywhere the picture of
Life
and
Death

[Lipinski]

a man tells me he was going to kill himself. bipolar he calls it. and what does this mean?
it means he survived to tell me that he was going to kill himself.
a cry for help?
a game?
a cry?
a powerplay?
what it is is\
inspirational.
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Ravens play games with the souls in transient
transmitting cry and play
carrying carrion smell with site
soaring within
and without
sight; visions of
portend, past, future

Not the beak or wing
Nor feathered aspirations
Without feet as if nothing
it is not the brain or caw

the heart of remains
beating
beating
beating] filling [

carrying off into celestial night
the burdens of those
weakened with
closed mind.

[Lipinski]

A Touch

Energy given this drop connected to earth
A bond in a hand,
fingers
touch

Held over head, high, and higher
plucking a star
to vanish

Replaced as she lay there white against the blackness
Nipples erect
with nary the sound
of silence

A moan?
Maybe or it could just be
reaction...

Tracing outline beyond
imagination...
such soft hair so alive, so vibrant,
sparking.

In the morning there in a vase
facing the morning sun
a smile upon a flower
like a twinkling star.

[Lipinski]

Grenshaw fodder
Sweeping hills asunder
Forth to a point of wonder
such as it is

Castled maze surrounded moat
going full circle in owner
where duck, geese, kingfisher,
swim

He with a lance
She with a flowery dance
A village sleeping
A world awake

Respect for the circle of Waters'
Again.

[Lipinski]

Sky blue sky clear
such serenity seen

with calm to still
with clarity blazed

on horizon near and far
to feel
feel inside
to feel
a bit
more

peace?
maybe
joy?
somewhat

waiting for the next breeze
and thunderous scenes.

[Lipinski]

Brother
Sister
Family of familiar

Did you know you share 50% DNA with a banana?
At least that is what has been said.

Dolphins, mammals of the sea
so much in common
with you
with me

An elephant, dog, cat, bird...
Two eyes, one mouth
Just the little things

And yet, so much anger, so much angst, so much of so much
it does
seem strange
that
something called, Love
can even be?

I love eating banana's, true
and other things
I wonder, can a coconut
feel the same thing?

[Lipinski]

Scales cannot be balanced
when both plates rest upon a table
Set for a feast in the eyes of the Beholder

Cloth with unstained
ambitions dressed for the occasion
and oh my,
the smiles, the tears, the pondering, the moments

For a time bordering on what time could be called, Eternity'
A feast befit for the Planets
until
the Chain is lifted by such motives...

With nary a notice, hanging motionless
unnoticed
quiet
judging such the past, present, and future actions...

In this the Scales weigh the balance
Tilting one to another to one to another...
Setting up the table for another place to Rest.

[Lipinski]

Taboo

Taboo

Taboo...

What a wonderful sound rolls off the tongue just in the uttering of the word, taboo... Magical even.

Writers for a very long time have written as they see fit. Topics ranging from politics to religion, cook books to love letters, and absolutely every subject one could imagine.

Sometimes a writer such as Mark Twain writes a story and uses the word, nigger, in a great story. At the time and until only a few moments ago, the story held true as great literature. Now, nigger, is a taboo word for anyone not of darker pigmentation in their skin...

Was Mark Twain a racist? Ha! Everyone is a racist according to the individual deciding such nonsense.

But getting back to taboo. NOTHING is taboo for humans. Not one damn thing. And for writers, even more so. Thankfully it will always be this way no matter how many wars are fought, no matter how many millions of years unfold... Humans LOVE to prove their ignorance is alive and well. Heck, just look at what I'm writing now!

I once frequented a poetry site where a lot of poets wrote about EVERYTHING. One poet wrote a poem about an Angel fucking Jesus in the ass... How sweet... Taboo? Nope. Well, maybe to some readers. Offensive? Depending on the reader.

An admirable trait for humanity... The ability to do whatever they want whenever they want however they want...

Morality does not exist
Taboo does not exist
however
God does exist
Evil does exist
(of this there is no debating with me as there is nothing to debate as i know each very, very, very well)

In this then, comes the wonder of battling the balance between 'morality' and 'taboo'.

Does God love a writer who writes, "Angels fucked Jesus in the ass."? Of course.
Does Evil love a writer who writes, "Angels fucked Jesus in the ass."? Of course not.

How fun! To freely write about a fucked up world. Which of course is just so damn inspirational and leads to todays bit of reading the news. The Muslims are angry at Nike because they say, Allah, is on one of their running shoes. Imagine the taboo of that. Allah on a shoe.

Ha! Now that is just pure comedy and inspirational.

Allah

Indignation started in a sandy land
Betrayal during war by a tribe
Wholesale retribution as blood flowed both ways
and there we have it still
today

Muhammad saw the children
in a different way
while clinging to the morality he felt given
the self
the individual
the power over others
to attain what is still
today

Power is the god of choice
so many worship it
to cover the face in mock appeasement
as if washing the brain could lead away
what is still
today

Allah, Jehovah, Great Spirit
are 'they' the same?

(silence)

To be God is to be One
One of all and all
the same

Unlike mortal flesh and bone
filled with the ability of ignorance
clinging to worshiping themselves
money
objective
everything of power...
this is what it is
today

[Lipinski]

A lot of animals inspire writers. Cats. Cows. Goats. Birds. Even fish. But could a person ever imagine a world without puppies?
Especially Corgi pups. As such, the inspiration.
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Radar stands proud in age
White tips of hair to show right-of-passage
his stare showing glance of knowledge gained

A hunter, chaser, barker, friend...
Always by the side even nipping upon the heel or trouser
A smile worn with devious comedy

Sobo, only weeks old and so full of life
She gobbles up information
processing food and fun
shitting and pissing and wondering why

Tinkerbelle, the class-A bitch with sooooo many reasons to cry
Sitting there, aloof
Ignoring just about everything in life...
except for food and sleep

Sobo sits and tortures Tinker with puppy cries
Pushing the boundaries until she growl and tries to bite...
Although, truth be told, she actually is smiling
inside

Radar pounces and puppy rolls to accept the challenge
and in a blink of an eye, bounces up and gives Radar a surprise

Around and around in circles, they play
First one runs and then the other
until the smell of a mouse intrudes...

Teaching a puppy pal now to hunt.

Sitting and watching the World unfold
Surrounded by earth and sky
Watching the corgi's try

Who is the puppy now when lost in thoughts?
Radar beaming as he now is young
Tinkerbelle softens to youth even as she pretends
Sobo, a true puppy leaving one to wonder...
Who teaches who when everyone turns into
a puppy at heart.

[Lipinski]

The Big Game

Hooray and Hoorah!
With a hip hip added as the offensive and defensive
tackle and collide

SuperBall Sunday while it rains outside
Outside...
a world so fine
filled with so much life

Sounds from stone and tree
Winds whispering serene
as the drops bring me relief

Far below the highway curves while players drive in time
Keeping score
of the endless games needing

While people, the people trained to play the game
Play...

To swim the waters in silence as there is nothing to referee
Nothing to score or win or lose
Nothing but to soar high above the clouds, high above the rain, high and higher...
above the Game
free.

[Lipinski]

A Dragon's Egg

Colors beyond a rainbows grasp
Held in simmering blue and gold glimmer
as if perhaps
a treasure

Never held in hand as value given is far beyond a dimension so linear
Higher than the stars
Deeper than the blackest void
yet still
such colors

Eternal life as given by the Creator
Bonded only by bent knee and Sword

And oh, how much the vibrations given
A symphony of resonating
sjhell suche greande

There
and
there...

Guarded though...
Fiercely
by forces beyond strength and death

And when the Moment arrives, for many it will destroy
while for most
Pure
justices purity of Music given;
Joy.

[Lipinski]

In numbers marked by exact moments
Random some say
Some say Chaos

And yet?
And yet then...
Why the Question?

One-year old today
he/she/it died
at one-hundred tomorrow

"If only a second early," of "If only a second later."

Situations leading to statements and questions
One at a time.

[Lipinski]

Prison

A man stands before an assembly of others
Women dressed in white to show a statement
Parties gathered,
each and everyone
with a personal agenda

Does your country care for you?
Or
Do you care for your country?
And no matter what, where do you stand?

As long as there is food, comfort, sex, money...
Power
A banner all follow
with smiles and anger
all bordering on madness...

Folly of civility that never has ever existed
among the populations
of human
masses
leaving them prisoners
to their self-made
accepted
prison planet.

[Lipinski]

Thorny sounds comes the rumble
Deep
So deep beneath the ones awake
the ones asleep

Surface smooth, unwritten ripples
Veins or vines
color of blood sipping sweet
almost nectar

Pointed as if compass held bound, held captive
as winds snake the currents
alive

Four times four
Three times three
Two to remember

North
South

East
West

Inside

Me.