Monday, October 26, 2009

who needs to be spared will be spared--

who needs to be slain will be slain--

I've no clue how I must be prepared--

and no amount of visualization will ever explain

how I will come out the small end clear

or why the Ancient of Days decided this is how it will be

but ever the reckoning draws near--

and ever it makes no difference to me--

Content (c) 2--8-2009 Philip Milito.

in this world

it is a crime

to have

a working forebrain

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

I do not really look forward

to returning to the earth in some future skin--

what I hate most now

will be standard procedure by then--

but it always has been and always will be this monstrosity

but whatever earthly life will veil that fact

and another life be wasted in the delusion

of faith and hope and love that bids us to act

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

my pride has finally taken its fall--

I must treat of privileged ignoramuses

who reserve the right to destroy the world

on behalf of their hungers--

while God weeps

while God all-powerfully weeps

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

back to being the fool

back to trusting in God and my fellow Man--

assholes all

all creation a joke in the mind of a psychopath

Content (c) 2008-2009 PhilipMilito.

Friday, October 16, 2009

I gave you nothing you didn't have--

but wanting it was a reason to join our worlds
--so we opened a view into the swirling night
that was different for the candlelight casting
a flickering amber radiance against the window frame

while dim saffron tore shreds through the raging clouds
and we sat in the window of the slate twilight

and knew this moment fully as it passed--this we gave each other--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
stars fall out of the heavens perpetually--

one of these eons it will be our turn--

blaze we in some sky beyond our knowing

so it is we will be in another eye--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I feel the fires of the body

as bonfires on autumn beaches

an intensity around

a shivering diminishment

oh we all shake eventually

but oh--to burn together

our shared heat restoring the fields

the wheat the honey the swirling islands of stars

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the past tingling under my skin--

the sense-memory finally fading to my consciousness--
I'm empty and listless on the rainy bed
of this gray morning this harbinger
of a permanent condition
given strength only by our misinformation
and surge against it reaching across a season where

now the future is a warmth on my arms

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
a pause in the weather--

jumped from green leaves to brown curling remains--

the layered gray sky overhangs our focused traveling

cold cold get to where we need be to be warm

the pivot in the stillness

as the season itself turns on this axis

the flooding tides of our passions sloshing forward

taking us taking us taking us

Content (c)2008-2009 Philip Milito.
the last soft shading into black from gray...

the lit sky of stormy autumn
bright on the horizon

under the slab of cloud
underscoring the oppressive

weight of nature in our every move...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

lovely creatures fill the Light...

but I am here in the dark
damn it! I'm

still here--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I will not push I will not fuss

they want me so badly let them kill me themselves

otherwise I will slip my bonds

and disappear between the whispers and murmurs

of the ruthlessly earth-bound

who will die of their hungers in a final death

the Lord did not intend for them

and flee with my life toward the Light

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I do not recognize the place I started from--

yet here it is around me as different from them
as I am--

somehow time slipped another world between us
and I fear

I will not recognize the place I will end in--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

I can sense snow in the higher elevations--

down here the ground's still too warm
and the leavings of a misty heart rise and crystallize

my aspirations whirling in the higher elevations

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
a softness far aloft

over the ravenous din of greed and heat and power

every soul his own tyrant

every tyrant his own worst victim

though they kill us incidentally

we must dodge their thunderous falls

we--like me--who aspire in some measure to

that softness far aloft

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I rejoin my body as it declines
into the earth--back from 45 years adrift--
in time to see the long leaning rays of sundown
coat the soft night in its copper glow

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

oh if i am not mistaken

i just involved myself with that

from which i was trying to disengage

i.e. holding myself back...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I was called from deep inside my nerves
to log on and begin this..............................



Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
we are keeping this channel open--

different voices than heard before
will filter in to deface the earth with
their cacophony--

and we--if we're as all that as we think we are--
can discern out of the roaring
the single sweet song of the tree toad

telling of simplicity unheard--
may that toad be heard through
this channel left open

for who will come after--
for who will be left--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
we're great ! but

we lapse a lot

cannot sustain ecstasy
past the eternity of its instant

but are satisfied to walk
in these skins

suffused with clarity
before things go dark

Content (c)2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

none stay here long--

but the ones who rebel most brilliantly

are those who mourn

how incredible the cosmic splendor and

how incredible our ability to diminish it for ourselves--

they flare briefer than most--but ohh-how deeply

they've carved their intensity into the air itself--

that immemorial streak on the record of time--

Content 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I stand renewed but ready for what?

the long cigarette smoke of the wet

glittering city twilight curls and diminishes

in the tiny pinpoints of rain--

and Bert Jansch comes back to me

over 40 years--"Needle of Death"--

"It Don't Bother Me""--filled my head

in another rainy twilight of blankness--

in youth--before the horror I suspected my life

would be came to pass--

and now--a tingling desolation of hollowness

nearing the fullness of the long evening of age--

ready or not--I stand renewed for the last sprint

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I do not belong to insanity--
I cannot be taken by force

I will not rejoin humanity--
I will leave it as matter of course

whether I end up enslaved by or free
of whatever sin is my downfall

or whether what blessing will give me
some wonderous salvation at all

so I will not wonder nor worry the issue
I suspect too little to be accurate--

a hibernating beast living off its tissue--
an unbreakable deep emanating fate

that lifts me rising from this downfall
pulling out the aspiration from the remorse

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Friday, October 9, 2009

a single stolen kiss

reverberates through mind


Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
here this won't hurt--

the liar--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

there is playing and drinking and fucking going on

there--now you know all you need to know about the world

now you know all there is about the world--

Earth--we'll discuss another time--

but the world you've got down...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
hardy-har-har motherfucker
I gots da drop on yoooou

One is ever appalled
at the quality of thief who separates
from your conquest of the material

the thief--another one who thinks he's a god

the victim-another one who thinks he's a god

I am POWER I am served

i am power i serve

pray to whom you're most comfortable accommodating

while I am sorry I didn't stop writing this after

One is appalled

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
soft little doofus dripping away

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
black pebbles in my hand--

again I fall
again I float rushing with the current

to the harbor on whose shores
I shall rise up onto the beach--

pebbles beneath my feet

Contents (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

no rope dropped down into the hole

so I clawed my way up the walls--

almost made it out too

until some asshole threw a thick coil
of rope on my head

and knocked me down again ho ho ho

good intent indeed--
but it's power of realization we need

look I'm down again--(such help)
easier to bury me and easier for all 0f us

to forget--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I long for the day when the work is done
when the day is done
when the race is done

at least this leg of this earthly sojourn

so I can turn to the work that will begin
when the day lightens to begin
and agin we rev up for the race to begin

to continue on to the next leg...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
if help came when you needed it
you wouldn't need it

ask and ye shall receive?
give and you SHALL take-

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I am already where I am going--
but when the hell do I GET there?

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I thought it was important--
I thought it mattered whether right mattered--
I thought I'd add my voice to our choice

and through the years--here and there--
I found a few who agreed
and we acknowledged to each other we agreed--

and as we parted we thought it important
that we acknowledged the choice of right--

and through the years this convention
wore as thin as the edge of a collar--
right and wrong indistinguishable--

I thought I'd remove my voice from the clamor--
I thought vows mattered only when they mattered--
I thought it was no longer important

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

no one can help me--not even me--

any lesson is slow in coming and often lost
between the doing and the done--

going on too much and getting too late
and all I'm left with for my pains are boring anecdotes--

but I cannot lie down for very long

and after the flood of emotion subsides
I'll rise again--and shake myself--weeds clinging to my side

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
anything that goes on here

will only be known to God and the Host
the rest of you could care less

not knowing what they themselves are doing here

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I cannot lead
for no one follows--

I'll leave these words here

for whoever will find them
and whoever will find them

will get them or not--
I follow their lead--and not follow--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
stupid and blind
(but not unkind)

she wanders in her dither--
and only her confusion with her

this is her condition--
this is what she knows--

she has built her tradition
and it upholds her where she goes

in her grope of fear
she'll evade hope that's near

and miss another transition
from what has left to what will go

nothing especially unkind
but stupid and blind

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

I cannot hope for resolution
in a mind-set like mine--

hardened by habitual stupidity
the wise man but only in his own mind--

but how all of this fades when
the thinking box is turned off

and a taste of fruit sweetens
the mild early evening

low western light slanting copper glow
on the building fronts while a soft blue sky

to the east promises the suspension of conflict
if not resolution and the mind-set less set
vulnerable like a crab picked out of its shell
and out of any worry

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I have a sinking feeling
that this was all for nothing

no will to rise at the moment--
no strength to close the eyes--

but floating on ennui
produces an imitation of reflection

all this pain for a mere joke--
that knowing it's nothing IS something...

losing count and going down
the third time and thinking it's the second--

no strength to open the eyes--
no will to swim or make any effort--

whatever it was all for is 'so what?'
considering my next test arrives while I ponder

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
he'll be released
when his term is done

that day approaches
he just doesn't know which one

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 3, 2009


Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
if I knew where I was going

I'd be there already--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito

Friday, October 2, 2009

I'm almost certain
the day will play out
without any strong
deadly interference

a tiny prayer
in the mouth
of Moloch
by one being consumed

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
I don't know about you
but I sure as shit ain't ready

for any cosmic change of mind--
I exhausted my own imagination

wondering about betterment
and progress and transcendence

so much that I'm stymied by their occasions
rising out of life as it actually is--

my adjustment slow and persistent
among these sharp awarenesses--

wound sustained and proud scar--
and contrition for have just blown it again--

and mind changed for me--
ready or not

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

still looking for the Fullness

the heart exhausted by the endless striving

but at some point the striving WILL end

and in that consciousness the heart will rest


Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
don't listen to the ignorant

(they do more than enough damage)

do what you must as well as you can

but the result is not yours

your doing is part of a bigger process

and if it turns out differently for lack of your effort

it is still a result of which we are part

be grateful for being looked after by One Greater

be happy to be part of a bounty

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
how can one hate me but love my work
or hate my work but love me?

we're one and the same--

My work IS me and I my work--

what the hell is wrong with you people?

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.