Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Fun to hear literature read by people of various genders and accents.

Once got a great laugh watching a John Wayne movie while in Japan. The television station dubbed his voice with one of a Japanese man that sounded like he was getting kicked in the nuts. It was way too funny!

Mention this because sometimes readers form a voice in their head to match the characters in a story.

One can get biased as to a characters voice unless the gender is pointed out.

So, what do most people use as a voice when reading literature and NOT knowing the gender of character?

One of those 'unsolved' mysteries and very inspirational

(the following is read by the voice of Donald Duck)

Wandering the halls in waddled bliss
Striving towards a pond of reflection
Peering down to a bubbled mess

Wondering in reflection
Do ducks fuck?

A titter and laugh as I ponder the scene
Partaking of a little swim
Wondering now, what is there to eat?

[Lipinski]

rite-of-passage

with rights of wrong are right

those left

feel


to feel a journey blissed with perfect imperfections
...
is to dream

for to dream of travel and way with history pushing sails
over such circular horizons
the dream, always the dream
exists...

[Lipinski]

ringing chimes so loud, the belly full of endearment
there, in the hall of doors
a carpet read
and lit with the light of love

so comfortable in recline, such doubled thought
so in two and tow, the too, the to find
comfortable in end and beginning
music, such music

it could be said, with such light brilliant
radiations of seams
borne with unfailing emotions
a tug of what all feel in a moment, walking the hall, becoming...

[Lipinski]

Dedicated to those old ladies in Costco who try and sell munchies to the masses while trying to keep some sanity.
***

"Just behind me on the lower shelf..."
"You'll find them easy to cook and so delicious to eat..."

Easier though to imagine the herd shuffling by to resemble cows browsing
Watching the children mooing
the men moving
the women pushing carts with lists brushing aside hair much like a cows tail swats flys

It's big you know, this company barn called, Costco
Filled with pastures ranging from tooth paste to pie
with free samples to try

For me, a wonderful place to watch peoples minds, but I realize it would be more fun
to tip over cows in their sleep... until I try some of that humus covered Italian cracker located near the freezer section
or
some gluten free soy milk derived from ant piss
or
some jerky made from squirrels that come in ten-pound bags...
oh my.

[Lipinski]

powdered flakes of snow so much like sugar;
playful winds sneeze;
piles mound;
pretty

drama though as through plows the Chukar
entire families meet to find the sunflower seed
and eat

marching stoic, aloof, proud
able to withstand the cold, the snow,
even my gaze

until the door is opened allowing my world to escape
tendrils of warmth, color, sounds...
it is then the world of Chukars explode
taking wing against gravity, wind, and snow
with a sound of panic boarding on the feeling of laughter...
that damn laughter
i too, do the same.

[Lipinski]

Canyon cut this road of making, taking blade to clear the stones fallen

All around this serenity blankets virgin snow, bending tree branches

Making way to push away the obstacles now pillowed into white mounds


It takes a bit as those carbides glide and sweep; side-to-side

Pulling first one stone, and then another, another, and then

into the ravine they roll away


Some are stubborn like me; digging in and refusing to plummet

Some are carefree as they gain speed, bounce, and jump higher

and higher

higher

until they can no longer be seen


Small stones and large, all glide along a polished blade

giving inspiration

...

amazing how people and stones have so much in common

heavy

solid

needing just a little push to make way.

[Lipinski]

There it sits... woven fibers of life's basket
Crafted with care by fingers eternal
with love and care, it grew

Shaped to hold and bear; within a space of comfort
So much time with time
The Clock on the Wall showing stillness since the moment began as the Pendulum bore full strength

Seconds spinning around seconds
Minutes balled into orbs
Hours as thread; solid; into this the hands spun the centuries into...

In a place of honor there, among the planets called
Guarded by Sun's and Galaxies

With fingers moving with random and choice

Upon the Face, a Smile.

[Lipinski]

Ari Dennis is writing her own particular story, "We did not assign a sex at birth, which means when they were born, they had genitals, we know what they are, we just chose to acknowledge that those genitals don't indicate anything about gender," Dennis explained.

A great story as she/he/it, truly believes in the truth of what is written. So many writers do. This of course directs the various cultures. And, for me, very inspirational...
***

Every culture begets counter-cultures
The acceptance is shown by the ones wearing a noose over their neck.

[Lipinski]

"Happy Valentines day shit head!"

Did you bring chocolate parasite?

"Nope."

Good, you can't have any of mine now.

"But, but, but, I like you! Well, not really like, more like I tolerate you. Well, not really tolerate you, more like I... Fuck it. I hate you you chocolate hoarding bastard."

Now, that's the parasite I know.
*

Valentines Day, what a waste of time. All that love crap. If it weren't for the candy it would be a total waste of time.

However, those companies in business of love 'crap' do well, just like those companies do at all holidays/festivals.

Must say though, as usual, there is inspiration in such.

**

Love

Oh, I count the ways, (cough cough, gag)
of such beauty in your lovely eyes (I wonder what they are serving for lunch at work tomorrow?)
With skin aglow with the softness of silk (Where did I put my slippers? I swear I left them near the hot tub)

With this gem of countless treasure (man, I hope she hates it and returns it so I can buy a new motorcycle)
To you, you who bring me joy (Is my left nut itching again? Better get it checked out)
As you are my gem.

(her thoughts as this shit was going on, are)

"Oh, I count the ways, (this dick can't even count his fingers let alone anything else)
of such beauty in your lovely eyes (you better, I paid good money for these colored contacts)
With skin aglow with the softness of silk (what the fuck did he mean that my skin is clammy. I work out dammit! )

With this gem of countless treasure (Ha! That is a gem? More like a shiny bauble. I'm gonna return it to the store and buy some cocaine)
To you, you who bring me joy (I think his left nut is itching again. He better get it checked out as that package ain't getting anywhere near this..."
As you are my gem... (Hmm, not bad, if his left nut wasn't itching I might have let him get lucky)

***

Only God truly understands love
Humans can only attempt to try

[Lester Curtis]

Hilarious stuff there, thanks.

I got my Valentine's day dose of love today. I was out riding my not-a-bicycle and stopped to take a picture. I was watching what I was doing while I heard this barking getting closer and closer ... finally put my phone away and looked around, here comes this Corgi at me--wanting attention, from me, a total stranger. Okay, I gave. She actually stood up against my legs, muddy pawprints, okay, I wear that pair of pants because I know I'll likely get them dirty. I'm still trying to figure out how she managed to stand up against me, between having almost no legs and being really plump ...

Anyway, the owner was out there and tried to call the dog back, but she liked me. Maybe he wasn't petting her enough. Ha! More likely she has an endless capacity for it. I told her to go home and pointed at the house, and she hung around anyway. The owner mentioned "she", which is how I knew the gender, and then he asked me about my not-a-bicycle. This is how I meet people now; they say, "Wow, what is that?"

Good day; got to move myself across the landscape with my muscles, met three people, and got to pet a real sweetheart of a dog.

[Lipinski]

Ya gotta watch them Corgi's... They'll steal your soul. Plus, they'll eat you out of house and home. And to make matters worse, they'd make friends with your cat and plot a way to pilfer everything in your pantry and cupboards.

But, all-in-all, Corgi's are indeed cool and my favorite breed of dog. It is good you had an encounter with one as they really are nice dogs.

Got a chuckle about your bicycle. I admit it is a strange looking one based on those pics I saw when you were going to purchase it.

And of course, more inspiration inspired of course by the world of dogs and your post.
***
Not-A-Dog

When times are hard with lingering doubts of what it all is about, a cat will purr and demand more of you...
not a dog.

When suffering from a fall, a wound, a cut... people of all sorts will ignore, pretend, or laugh at you...
not a dog.

Most get bored with you and leave you to yourself...
not a dog.

If you get angry and lash out at your friends, they will be angry in return...
not a dog.

If you need a laugh. A real laugh, a horse, pig, goat, sheep, chicken will bore you...
not a dog.

A dog truly is mankind's best friend.
Always by your side.
Filled with love and style.

And while the whole world will turn on you in an instant...
Not
A
Dog.

Woof (and a wag of a tail)

[Lester Curtis]

Yeah, when that furry overstuffed sausage was mobbing me for attention, I thought, "I have got to get me one of these!" Almost said it out loud. Trouble is, I can't, with this cat; he'd eat all the dog's food. Maybe next time.

One of the other people who asked about the bike said, "Where's it made?" I laughed and said, "In China, like everything else!" He laughed too, and then I told him the company was in California. Nice guy; he thanked me for telling him about it.

[Lipinski]

If anyone ever gets around a corgi puppy with the zoomies...you'll want at least 30 of them.

I bet you could get a good trade-in allowance on one slightly used cat with 'purrrrrrrrrfect' attitude...for a crazy, energy possessed, perpetual motion, Corgi? Or save money and buy a hamster, or is it gerbil? Rodents as pets... that is a perfect statement on the human condition.

Oh, and just because you didn't say it outloud, those minds in them damn cats pick up all human thoughts so you're already busted.
***

Storage Wars

Possession safe behind lock and door
until monthly rent
goes away

One notice, another, and finally, a third
"You want your stuff? We'd better get paid."

What's so precious to save monthly and stuff?

Never mind, the buyers come
Bidding and bidding, with a joke or two
Before you know, the locker is won

Pile after pile of debris and crap
Until,
one of those actors find
.
one rare Roman artifact carved by President Reagan while recovering from getting shot. all with meteorite dust and gold. highly collectable and soooooo fitting for a locker that sold for $25. filled with household trash, used garbage bags, colored mattress, and a box of broken sex toys.

(value of such rarity at an estimate of $3,000,000. cost of unit: $25. netting of almost $3,000,000. I bet the pubic would believe it)

[Lipinski]

Wind

In the names come identity
Identity brings names
Names bring mortality

For as long as time has began, it has ended
only
to begin
and end
again, again, again...

Names for all and all in names
A Game for Voice
A life
again, again, again...

What is a name?
You begin and end with a name
Soil, rock, plant, flesh
names
again, again, again...

Aged as always yet one does not
nor can it
as it has always been...

Hurricane, jet stream, tornado, breeze, gale, solar...
is this the name for wind?

Wind, never born, never dies, always has been
It cannot be bought or traded, killed, created, tainted, destroyed...
It has no name yet speaks it
It has no body yet feels it
It has no soul yet the Spirit reigns...

The closest to identity one can ever call the Wind
is as one feels to be a part
of God"s Breath.

[Lipinski]

Ernest Rutherford peeked at the atom with the energy of curiosity inside
Some say he is the father of nuclear science
That is what some say

Tiny little things that go bump-and-sway
and when certain parameters are met]
certain conditions sent[

BOOM!
Mother comes in and blows it
all
away.

[Lipinski]

Three packs of coyotes howled the night away. A triangle around filled with sound.
In the morning light, there on the ridge, four black wolves played. While the drama unfolded as it must, the deer sought haven in the canyon tree's. Inspirational? ha! Just a part of reality.
***

Vibrations

Mountain lions stalk with determination,
try
vying
to leap and eat and be

Coyotes, the trickster of worlds say
Did you hear?
With territory infringed they now
become the prey

It was not the colors of black unfolding
nor the tracks or size
or howl
but there is something...

In blood flowing as those sinewy muscles flex
Speed upon snow untouched
Pure
White
Contrast between life and death

In blood flowing through artery and vein
In a soul binding many worlds
Inside a heart
it was the vibrations,
vibrations so strong
it made the World right, if only the people
listen
feel
and within closed eyes...
see.

[Lipinski]

Inspired by some wonderful poetry I just read and a yellow jacket.

***

Yellow paint faded, a machine called a grader, graded
In a world white and cold, high atop a hill where once paced in dust
small footsteps

It is a world of meadows and forest
Filled with butterflies flying backwards in a wind
The view, panoramic

Wild flowers picked by soft hands in Summers past
now, deep with the memories of Winters snow fallen
a blanket keeping vole and mouse secure,
waiting for the shadow of hawk and owl, once the melting is done

Rumbling along in thoughts as the machine clears a path for progress
Hydraulic fluid flowing hot, heating up ideas and choices
with snow flakes falling, falling, falling...

There,
how fitting for what can be
a yellow jacket takes the dare, takes wing, takes flight
Warmed by machinery it awoke and flew away as if free

There was no sting, no buzzing, no worries
just the wonder of Summer mixed with Winter as the insect sought sleep in Fall
leading me to dream of
Spring.

[Lipinski]

Blue sky peeking between the layers
Lovers moaning between the covers
Fighters crossing the line

Thank goodness there exists
such wonderful diversions
filling the tummy and mind
with diet soda
and chips

So much has been written about food
So much more will be
and just when you think you cannot eat another bite
chocolate is offered and served.

"Hey shithead, what's your fixation with chocolate lately?"

Well parasite, I could just as well ask you about your fetish with dolphins. So, what is it you find so attractive about a noisy fish?

"Dolphins are not fish, they are, they are, they are... Wonderful!"

I rest my case parasite. You're ill. Want some chocolate?

"Sigh. Sure. But none of that Hershey shit. Hershey chocolate is rejected candle wax."

I agree. This stuff is the Swiss kind. Enjoy.

[Lipinski]

Health is very important indeed. Health of body, mind and soul. Good to hear you're strong this month.

Numbers are fun... thankfully there is only one parasite. Man, what a horror it would be if there were two, three , four... and eight? Yikes! I'd move to Pluto.

"I heard that. And just for your information, one of the dolphins is expecting. I'm thinking it will be a parasite, but have to wait and see."

That's great parasite. Thinking though that you're incapable of being male let alone female and so thinking the dolphin will just have another dolphin.

"No I... shit... yeah... you're probably correct. But good to see charcoal beak is still alive, though when it crashes and burns I'm gonna eat all of it's chocolate before that rebirth crap happens."

I'm sure you will parasite. I'm sure you will.

As for your deadline Tao, write well as words will fall into place if pushed to enter reality. Words are pesky little creatures on par with herding cats through a mouse infested meadow. Thankfully writers are the masters of words and not the other way around. I'm sure you will succeed.
*

today's bit of inspiration came from a call asking me to use a tractor and dispose of a horse that slipped and fell. People driving by it for a day thought the horse was dead when in fact it was very much alive. over 24 hours the horse lay on its back with its legs poking upwards towards the sky.

the man calling told me he towed it it to a safer place in hope is would survive, and it did, but never regained footing. so the man shot it in the head.

31 years old is old for a horse though time is relative. 31 days, 31,000 years, 31 billion millenia... the same actually.

nice to see the suffering over though, as no life should have to endure endless pain and punishment for payment in exchange for the bliss of death.

so, I towed the carcass up into a field studded with many rocks. it is here the final resting place will be for a horse who only a couple of days ago, lived across the four strand barb wired fence, eating with the other horses. now, its body will feed birds and coyotes for days to come. fitting testament for life and death, and definitely inspirational for a poem.
**

Legs carry the burdens of daily journeys
From a womb they come kicking, as only from the beginning they kicked in the womb

Strengthened with travel they gave a body of experience
Climbing, crawling, dancing, running, standing still...

Listen, can you hear? In the distance the coyote calls
the magpies caws
the maggots wait in frozen tomb

Movement of life so full, so vibrant and demanding
Wanting a belly full
Wanting to learn and be and hear and see
to taste and touch
and fuck
yes, and cry, and hurt, and age...

The legs grew old, so old, standing now along a fence watching the cars, the people, the traffic
those with other legs
fly
swim
walk
drive
by...

In the end, gravity won
Gravity of time and planet takes all
all that is
except what was and will be

A spirit journey now, one free from bridles, saddles, even legs
Taking wing with what has no constraints or boundaries
no fence
no roads
no planets
nothing of this world or others
a journey now
of peace.

Peace

[Lipinski]

Puppy on a Stick

(inspired from an article from Pravda regarding the China 'dog festival'... with dog being the main course. gotta love humanity!)

World power as power controlled with nuclear release
Jets to wash the sky with sonic booms
Tanks to crush biology
Soldiers to march against any and all against the Chinese

North Korea meets the West
Like dogs fighting in the streets

Venezuela howls against democracy

Democrats piss on decency to mark their territory

Celebrities are always like a bitch in heat

No wonder China eats dogs...

Everywhere in this fucked up world it is modeled after the saying
"Dog eat dog world,"

thankfully though, there are real dogs that are above the stupidity of humanity
now those are friends I can keep while eating pizza or mac and cheese.

[Lipinski]

Fantasy and science fiction... Amazing stories over the years representing the genre appropriately. Lately though, the 'real' news spewed daily almost beats the fantasy and fiction.

Abortion is a topic. It trends along the lines of such stories as 'Logans Run' or 'Soylent Green'. Stories about who shall live and who shall die. Humans are great at deciding about such 'life and death' moments. So lovely to see ignorance evolving as quickly as the technology so greatly embraced.

As such, inspirational:
***

Dark Matter

Sporadic waves entrained the very existence of particle and sub-particle space.

Time beyond numbers unfolded as the vast and many Universes exploded/imploded, grew/shrunk, lived/died.

On a planet fourth in number from a small sun, it dwelt on matters of matter only visible on hand and beneath foot. A fourth planet once fifth in line, but stories have a way of blending other stories and that is a story for another time.

Matter in science denotes gravity and with gravity; specific gravity, denotes weight. All matter bears a cloak of weight. The larger the matter, the larger the gravity, the larger the weight.

Black holes possess immense gravitational pull. Able to mix and match but black holes are no match for a very special planet. An apex of Universe so to speak, where the gravity pulled from 360 degree's of choice. Special in a way where it takes conditions far beyond the control of chance, choice, or will.

This special planet was very small by Earth standards. It was smaller even than Pluto. It was smaller than the moons of Jupiter, even the moon of Earth. It was smaller than Europe. And to make the story easier to read, it was smaller than a tea cup in the cupboard of most homes on Earth.

So small, yet heavier than all the matter combined in a common name: The Milky Way.

The force of gravity against this planet...changed. By a subtle shift so insignificant, it caused one side of the planet to release as the other waves continued to hit.

Explosions... so much are made of explosions. A word for violent physical release. In the planets case, it exploded with so much energy, it actually created three new and separate Universes in multiple dimensions. For the dimension containing such boring planets such as Earth, it did not feel the explosion, it did not even know such a thing was possible. But it did feel the effects...

A particle that will one day be known as a, Zarnic, passed through the galaxy. These particles did not destroy life, it actually helped prolong that already living. But what it did do was to cause sterility in every egg, sperm, mammal, fish, insect, bird... It stopped the future division of cell, of bacteria, and of virus.

In a way, those living, were now in a form of pickle. Their lifespan allowed to be a bit longer, but soon no matter how 'healthy' they were, they started to starve as grass no longer grew. Fruit no longer grew. It was living death.

Humans could never again have babies. Chicks would never again hatch. Life as this galaxy knew it would soon be over. A mummified museum nothing alive would ever visit.

A fitting ending for a species called humans who thrived on death while gorging on life. And to think, all because of a small planet that only knew the weight of Universes.

[Lipinski]

With two fingers in rotation
unlike a magician
there are no hidden cards'
coin''
and 'poof'
there appears a polish
smooth
comforting
restful
beautiful
.
a mountain climbed
a summit mounted
with seagulls in demand
laughing at the moon.

[Lipinski]

Inspired by India/Pakistan or if one prefers, Pakistan/India
***'
They,
they are,
they...

Brothers and Sisters sharing a common language, a common history, common land
and
and
distrust
anger
and
and
and...

War comes to this and that
with pictures of past
Soldiers stand
guns in hand

In the background, no laughter, no smiles
Just a tattered, dirty, flag.

[Lipinski]

A comfortable pillow
Soft sheets
Vivid dreams
Such the life of dogs and content mice

[Lipinski]

on one door, it bespoke a heavy presence of timber and framed
a large bronze handle only recently held as copper
inside, a verdant green

on a second door, it waved with breeze and web. inside, a spider
handle of gossamer with braided strand
inside was but a mirror

on the third door, is simmered coal black
handle of diamond
inside was solid rock

on the fourth door, blinding white with trails
handle the warmth of a beating heart
inside, a pulse

so much yet so simple, such doors to choose
simple yet another choice so often unnoticed...
the choice to become the ceiling, above all and seeing such, or a floor, feeling the entire weight.

[Lipinski]

Listening to the Music inside my mind
whilst bird wings in flight keep time
.
..
---
,,
,
_________________________\
_________________________/|||\
_________________________ ..)
Ha!

Feeling the wood give relief free of frozen splinter

while all around today, all around my world, to touch the stick and beat the sun

and when done

a place to sit, a donation to kids

such a day as today is needed

as such

it is

good.

[Lipinski]

rivulet meandering bordering on this side of dry to torrential
passions have a way of such
like reading a book backwards

drip
slipping
drip
through a forest of fines rooting in hot skin
perspiration
sweat
with a tremor, no, with a sensation of vibrations
a dim light on stand

looking at the heels, dry, used to day more so than night
they bear witness
as the ice clinks in glass

[Lipinski]

if it were not written, would it still be real
substance
firmament
tangible
reality
real

or

if only danced around a fire, songs of tradition passed by tongue to tongue
with rhythm of drum
smoke
and time

would it still be real

of course much like a butterfly is revealed from a cocoon
a coconut split from a husk
flower from a bud
.

it depends on who's listening, who's feeling, and the position in time.

[Lipinski]

frisky feeling... that sun
grabbing it by its tail, it almost would be painful
if not so fun...

sitting up there as if untouchable
shiny
shining
smiling
and then...

with a blur of hand so small
reaching out and touching
grabbing it by its tail
until it
retreats behind night

wrapped tight now, and in my mind
the once mighty little star
lights up the memories
and yes
it is
fun.

[Lipinski]

There resides an inspiration so strong inside, it cannot be contained...
There also resides an inspiration so strong inside, it must be released...
inside is unnecessary.
it is
the outside that is important.

as such:

Man

so much made
this clay pot of God's desire

formed with intent of glory
and disaster...

life poured down a tube
therein
the equation
the parallel

for what are we if not a straw?
hollow cores to make believe...

Penis: from gushing piss to pass salted water...
and life

Vagina: the same?
no?
yes?
different?

a portal were tubes bring from gushing artery; alas

the ear, mouth, pore, nostril...
all tubes to announce

...

and even anus, that which passes past choice
and for politician
for a world of self
the perfect metaphor.

Yes, man is whole with holes
in a soul wrapped reed of trying to hide beneath the crystal clear waters of reveal...
the perfect rendition
of hollow.