twat

two at
anywhere
and not knowing
only imagining
and laying on the
floor mat
feeling like a door mat
but soon to lie prostrate
solitary repose
snooze.
love
ooze
and you
give me
the jis
for just
the right fizzzzzzzz

high summer garden

blast of sun
upon vine
violet eyes
waver and blink
they climb
and strive

toes in soil
harvest soul
golden buds
ripe red spheres
quiver

fans of green
rise up
and wave
at the sun
and the breeze
and the bees

scarlet shoots
belie swelling heart
below the surface
of our garden

cicada
serenades
the Robin
she sings
a love song
back to him

circle arguments

People tend to get caught up in blame, spinning around pointlessly. One such argument I read on line went back and forth, name calling and deriding the others about who killed more people on earth, religious people or atheists. Anyway, here is my response to that mind-numbing exchange:

Religious zealots, one could argue, are responsible for many deaths, whether it is more or less than atheistic regimes doesn't really matter, does it? You could site the Spanish Inquisition, ALL the colonization of countries in the name of God and the King/Queen (Africa, India, South America...), The slave trade, The wiping out of all indigenous tribes who remain uncounted in the Americas before, during, and after the wave of "civilization" to hit the continent. Zionist Christians and Jews are responsible for countless Arab deaths throughout the Middle East.

To quibble about who killed more people on earth in wars and such is like two toads trying to decide who has the most warts! It doesn't matter! You're a toad!

Isn't the point that the policies generated under a belief system that promotes the annihilation of one group of people over another, or that one group is better than another, or they deserve a certain part of the world over others is fatally flawed?

We live on a planet that deserves our unrestrained awe. The more science reveals about the nature of the universe that we are privileged to be a part of for such a brief time, the more it is obvious we cannot assume any one religion is more "real" than another. Most religions teach to revere life, and human life above all. But unfortunately, most believers in these religions haven't enough faith to follow through with the "love your enemies" aspect of the lessons. Forgiveness and Sharing are forgotten to the fear of "being had" or not having enough.

This leads to the "othering" of evil. "It's not me that's evil, it's the other guy!" That way you can justify you malevolence and rationalize your greed. Then you just get this big "piling on" of evil deeds. Really Old Testament stuff; eye for and eye, etc.

What really should be addressed here is not which group has done the most damage to the world to date, but which group is going to lead the way in changing the cycle of murder and destruction. Which group will lead the way in making the fact available to everyone's conscious and subconscious mind, that this world (earth) is finite, this world is a home that we share, and how are we going to exploit its gifts without destroying it and exploiting a large percentage of its inhabitants, human, plant, and animal?

Who will lead the way? Will it be atheists? Will it be Muslims, Jews, Christians, Wiccans? How about a group that encompasses all these and more? A group motivated by and based on knowledge of a finite biosphere and an understanding of the need to conserve the resources that we exploit and destroy in that biosphere.

Really, what does it matter who killed more people? Both sides are guilty. There is no "degree" to sin; sin is sin, a murderer is a murderer. A shot at redemption may be our only hope in this dismal life. That redemption lies in the promise we bring individually to be better human beings everyday. Better to our planet home, better to our fellow humans who share the planet, better to our families who share our DNA, better to our children and spouses.

zero-sum gain

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what's the point?





.

sometimes

sometimes
it is torture
to love
another

sometimes
it is inconvenient
to be
a friend

sometimes
it is impractical
to help
someone else

sometimes
it is painful
to be
in love.

it's worth it

to feel
that swell
of peace
that rushes
between
us

to see
that smile
emerge
from
your lips

to hear
you say
I love you
and know
its scope

to smell
your hair
behind
your ear

to taste
the breath
that is
yours alone

it's worth it
to stagger
in the confusion
and derision
that cripples
the moment...
now and then

to understand
the path
taken
and the passion
stated
to see you
move
within it
away from
or toward
me

it's worth it.

not worth it

this is not
worth it

how does
one determine
what it
is worth?

how does
one place
a value
on another's
love

loving you
isn't worth it
I'm not getting
enough
from it
what were you
expecting?

You're giving
me everything
but it's just
not worth it
for me
because
I can't
give enough
back

because I'm
bankrupt
and
bruised
morally
financially
literally
figuratively
and
perpetually.

mislabeled.

just because
you put
the label
love
on your
letters
doesn't
make
it so.

You can
label
Poison
as a health
food
and
it will
still
kill you.

so
don't
mislabel
your
vitriol
as
love,
because
it is
killing
me.

ginger beer

found
a
bottle cap
from
his drink

consumed
months ago
in the sun
with a smile

bitterness
was only
in the
beverage
then

sour
flavor
spread
from
the drink

under the
sun umbrella
like
poison

falling

blessed are the peacemakers.

improvisational
beat
melodic
temptations
embrace
a fractured
feeling
of fear
that
tears
the
tears
from
a
sandy
eye

sought
to see
a fragrant
abyss
dreamed
of falling
inside
and
never hitting
bottom

falling
forever
not floating
falling

like sinking
in the water
when you
are no longer
buoyant

but breathing
the brine
salt of the earth

wither

he's there
with her
now

unreal
deep sea
scene
octopi float
sea star sits

formless sound
mute muffled
cadence
from afar

he's there
with her
they are
doing
what they do
all I can do
is wait

there is a bondage
in the temperance
it is painful
not sublime
terrible
inside

he's with
her there
as I wither
here




.

static

embed the throat
with tiny diamonds
so when the mouth
opens up to sing
it sparkles
as the notes
come out

prickle
with the pickled
glaze
that attaches
to your retina

as volumes
pour
from your mind's
eye
you never even blink

sour gas
of jealousy
can curdle
freshest
blood


.

love,
Robin



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it hurts

to be ignored,
to be shelved,
put on the back burner,
not responded to.
especially there
when they are there
and you can see they are there
but they don't respond
so now you just want to crawl in a hole
because you've just given up everything for them
and you found out they are soulless
and don't really care

bike ride to work this morning

the painted over the stenciled carp "graffiti" from last year. I don't think it is an improvement, do you? the older version is below.

green

alien headboard