Saturday, March 31, 2012

a half a block away

and I could see your hips shaking

drawing the eyes of men

(and to be fair

a large share of their women)

to that dark portal to a hershey heaven

throbbing under those tight pants

the men goofy and flustered (and wanting her...)

the women comparing envying adjusting (and wanting her...)

but all I see is some dark haired angel

leading to where I no longer care to go

sorry dear...but it's your turn to steam things up

I leave the world to its perpetual fire

glad to feel the heat without getting burned...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
a small sail on a roiling ocean

under this chilly gray sky

it's either too far from shore and doomed

or more than half way to where it's going

I picture myself on that little boat

without my face or identity

just some voyager moving on

to where God only knows

then the sail disappears on the horizon line

and I turn from the shore

and face the roiling ocean of gray sky

that swamps me in its vastness

with no Shining Light stepping across those waves

to rescue me

that is left to me to do

to be my own Imitation of the Savior

to pull myself up the rope of

some Jacob's Ladder I found

as a wave of clouds pounded down

and turned me inward to see that line...

now where the relief of a salvation?

where the strength to haul myself up?

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

I'm 59 and holding

I can't believe it's so

I still feel like I'm 23

and all ready to go

the young'uns seem to love me

they love to read my stuff

I guess to them I'm the Super Senior

who never grew up...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
a Boy Scout of the stars and planets

I'm prepared

(even if I have no idea what for)

and it tees me off no end

to see my fellows trailblazers

taking us off the right path

because they had a fevered dream one night

of Destiny and Man's able to rise

to that favored fiasco

no one plays fair

no one

and fools like me add to the debacle

with our purity

which we think is so unimpeachable

and find to our dismay

we were just another part of the problem

oh plagues and vanity

inner and outer reflect each other

with disturbing consequence

who can move forward without the delusions

that define our beings each in this sandpit

we call the World

and the cold partiality that the God of Love displays

cold and ruthless as any spurned lover

I'll take my Swiss Army Knife

widdle some twigs

and build my tiny fire

to keep slight warm

in the Great Blast of Judgment

freezing as Miss Emily wildly out it

"zero to the Bone"

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 30, 2012

all he's exhausted

in his steady wringing

of time's neck

exhaust him now

in the crushed throat

of time's ever-healing

laser will to drain him

he aware already

of his diminished capacity

amazed to be

this far along but feeling it

feeling it

and ever this much closer

to laying it down

on the cherished earth

we leave him here

empty as the life forms

he diminished

with his hunger and thirst

and his bony sabers

losing the grip on the throat...

all at once... I can breathe...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

so time passes

so time comes

time enough to despair

but never to amend

but time will teach another way

to take your time and your measure

so time passes

so time comes...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
like spiders

we weave our own webs

like flies

we get caught in other webs

we wish to have it both ways but can't

so we are spiders and we are flies

and therein all

our lack of hope lies...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I know to rise I have to fall

but must it be from a tree so tall

that heaven is but a few inches away

while the ground is far but wants me to stay

in the earth where I can be just one

of myriad souls who've been undone

to absolute ruin by their erroneous call

from which to rise they must surely fall?

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

I'm deep in something

vast and incomprehensible

but so are all of us

we hope

we fail

(and hope we fail?)

we cling to each other

a tiny grasping for love in

an unstoppable whirlwind

but all the fullness of life

in every embrace

in every kiss

God may not know or care about forgiveness

but thank God we do

let the One do the worst

we love one another and that comes first

and if that's so

then God being the All

should have nothing about which to complain...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I calibrate myself

I fap endlessly
to the walking music
of my love's thighs

and what comes from me
comes from you too
I loaf and invite your teeth

but not too hard please...observing a spear...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
dirty is dirty

and clean is clean

and you are smudged

if you get what I mean

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
so he says to me

"boy you're always saying good-bye

but you're still here

you claim to have nothing to say

and take thousands of words to say so..."

and I answer him

"fuck you

Whitman also tried to contain everything

in one work

and left a fuller body of material

with all the variants included..."

so he says and says and says

"the Good Gray Blowhard

didn't know when to stop"

and knowing there's no ceasing

(at least until we reach God)

I reply

"missing me one place search another

I stop some where waiting for you..."

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
we're going over the edge

man what a ride

over the water-smoothed brink of a crag

and down the mountain's side

no time to peer over the ledge

it's happening as I speak

we're plummeting without lag

to some river's sea-ward slide

here I come

there we go

drenched and dumb

as we enter the flow

there's no end to this dive

as you stay alert and stay alive...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.



no one around

a ton

of pressure


but the moment's

too still

to disturb

and the weight

slides on

and your emptiness


and sustains

that fullness

with which

gravity is replaced

now you can press on

with none to stay you

and resonance for sound so


Content 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

gratuitous revelations

sink the seer in his own ritual

he needs a heart to sacrifice

but not his

he will find it easy to be faithful

under his own cognizance

if a Mass corset his collapsable faith

or another's confession empowers his

humble hubris

the vain self-seeking of all beggars

as if to shame his deluded 'betters'

because he chose an occult path to counter

the normalcy of his disgusting neighbors

because he withdrew at a time he should have advanced

because he was proud and awkward

and disdainful of an open heart

he is swamped in his ceremony

and his own blood opens portals in the air

flooding all light with its hue

and inside that protective ring of fire

the surging paralyzing awareness of all this

slaying the bogus shaman in his dream...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
rub the lamp

see what shake

you get outta that

no divine interference

to right any outcome

except squeezing it out

like an overloaded mule

rub the lamp

take a shot

what won't hurt you

may reward you

subjective and gratifying

like a coupon but for that you must

rub the lamp...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I see a road ahead

I have not walked before

(at least not in this life)

maybe it's time to take account

maybe it's time to face a reckoning

each and every minute calls for this choice

there are no second chances

every mistake is 'fatal'

(that's to say 'determinative')

and God's Permanent Record catches it all

well I'll walk that road and see it through

that's all in life there is to do

where I'll wind up God only knows

to me being me it's all there and I'm just making

my way to it...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 26, 2012

I've given you no sense of wonder

for wonder is a mealy thing

compared to being subsumed

in the flux of every happening of any instant

from first kiss to last tear

from the mounting arch of focused aspiration

to the crest declining into the sudsy waste

of lover's regret and effort's indifferent result

the whole process burns with blaze beyond wonder

and there I am and there you will be

if I've given you anything may it be

no sense of anything but sense itself

no mealy thing

and no wonder...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
wherever we end up

know that I loved you

that my heart wasn't totally ruined

that my soul totally confused

didn't blow any aspirations

by being too deluded to know

know that I loved you

but God had something else to say about that...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
who will love you when love is gone?

I will

I'll love when love is gone

and then I'll love you again

so when there is nothing left

there'll be love again

and love only...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
"oh life is so wonderful"

"life is so grand"

it must be God's grace keeping you

from feeling the force of my hand...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
back at the start

yet again

yet again

take all my intentions

and my objectives

and a good long deep breath

get back to rolling that rock upward

so it can roll back to the start...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

if I were you

I'd keep a low profile

you have a working forebrain

and in this present day

that's as good as being a black man

walking through a white neighborhood

that's as good as having a target painted

on the top of your head

don't talk near an open window

someone might hear you

report you to the authorities

for having a mind

lay low and plan your next move

especially if it's an escape

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
tucked up in a corner of the ceiling

you can observe your own funeral

and have your suspicions confirmed

once and for all

at least until the next life

the next death...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
nothing else I need or want

than as many moments as I can have

away from the world

and into my own star connection

barring that I'll settle at least

for time away from the world...

let God jump up and down

if nothing is perfect

nothing else that matters

but to be away from the world

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

I've gotten too old to be surprised any longer

even if something totally and inexplicably amazing

happened there'd be a slight membrane

separating me from the event

at the least because I'm aware of surprises

that led to disappointments

of breakthroughs that only led to breakdowns

we have no clue about the totality of our Soul history

and often we do what we think is the right thing

only to unleash every Hound of Hell

and have them snapping at our ankles

as we push on

I've moved beyond familiarity

this is just a downright Goddamned bore

another in the perpetual series of material world woes

that test us to the point of failure

even if the lesson has finally taken and sunken in

and who are we to know if we're failures

we may have done good we'd never be aware of

as long as we're in these declining skins

we just don't know

and won't as long as we're here in the earth

I've gotten too old to be cheered by momentary respites

I'm tired and weak but must take

every ounce of strength left to me

just to hobble over this life's finish line

and the anticipations of what comes after

will be the dreams that ease me into my last bed

the last comfort that awaits while a tunnel of light

no one else can see

opens before me and I'm beckoned by shades

to take my place among them

ready or not may I go into that return at peace with my sorrows...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
thank God beauty

is subjective

if the official version of 'beauty' were strictly imposed

and that's all it took to mate

this planet would have one person per every 100 square miles

there'd be no population explosion

no worry about resources

there'd be plenty for everybody

except of course for those who value 'beauty'

the way they value greed and power

your daily ordinary fat-assed 'beauty'

is more than enough to keep the race going...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 23, 2012

for who would have it in mind to protest...

how futile when all Reality

is the killing floor of some alleged 'Greater Glory'

every power-mad little nobody on earth imitates

in the hopes of being like their idea of God

craven unbearable ordinary tyrant

and what would you say?

what pompous corrections to some plan

too vast to be fully comprehended?

would you outlaw human nature?

would you submit to your own plan as well?

spare us the protest and join with us down here

we haven't been able to change a thing

and evidently neither have you...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

let all I've imagined to be true

not be so for you

because I imagined false

concerning our common source

let your own mind make you see

the extent of our variability

let you own heart illuminate

the breach that developed late

in the situation of our shared view

how much ended need be renewed

you saw clearly and found ease to be kind

to the imagination that was stricken blind

this being my only excuse for struggle love endures

O be grateful my burden isn't yours...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

it's a friday night in early 2012

unless all our technology goes to smash

and takes all our knowledge

and all our history with it

or unless someone takes the precaution

of a print-out and has it stashed

preserved in some lined pit somewhere

while the rest of the world falls in on it

I can hope that on some

far distant friday night centuries hence

someone will know what I'm saying

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

may your love

be as powerful

as your strength

you won't survive

the heartless vengeance of God

any other way

we make our own grace

we shed our own tears

you won't survive

life unless your force

is wise and forgiving before you...

may your love

be as powerful

as your strength

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
beaten into submission

yet again

o.k. I get the hint

it's useless to rile

and useless to do anything

from your own considerations

a greater force will

call you to task

a greater force will

remind you

how much you overestimate your will

you are of yet not in tune with

that greater force

and when you deliberately try

you further from your goal

than when you started

and so it is in this earth you'll be

beaten into submission

and nothing you think is right will be right

so how long before

all of us

get it?

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

too many think that know

when all they do

is know what they know

and nothing else...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
don't think too highly of yourself...

you may be crediting yourself

with accomplishments that have only

added to another's burden...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
knowledge is not salvation

but rather...a way to it...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
a man may be more assured

of his enemies than he is of his friends

and if he is wise enough to tell the difference

then he is truly enlightened

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
we're all on this side of the line...

those who've passed before

we may hope are praying for our progress

but being in the next world

doesn't automatically mean

they'll pray for what we aspire

we are are ourselves through eternity

we see things only through our own sight

if we were bad we may be harder to convert

if we are intractable in our behavior

then so are matters worse

we've reached the point of do or die

we may love each other

but it's a hard way to discover how and why...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

the world is fine

the world is good

we ruin with our simple hungers

so misunderstood

I would pray for your salvation

but that's just another line

we all live in eternity

we're already saved in time...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I wish I knew how to say it to you

that the old ways are through

there's nothing left to do

but repent of all of your ignorance and get in line

there's nothing left to find

it's all been left behind

and what we have now

is the only way to go anyhow

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

no word is sufficient even for the wise

for Silence instills what one will realize...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

you aspire to nothing more
than living in the kingdoms of men

have no aspirations for higher than that
no sense at all there could be more

you're content to pillage and rape
and drive all before you

no preacher knows what to say to you
(no preacher really knows what he's talking about...)

but will sing his enemy's song
carelessly and in his own corruption

oh I am no preacher
I'm one driven by what prods me onward

I make no special claims and can live
without this aspect of material nature

so while I lay low and stay put
I wait with others for your fall

in your time you'll damage plenty
so by all means continue to celebrate

greed lust and power
concentrating all your deranged pride

in your grasping talons
and your battering-ram cock

when you storm heaven
the One you never considered

will nail your dick
to the floor of your hell...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

in the connection between

our blood and the stars

is where the boundaries

dissolve by Neptune's influence

and the Unified Field theory

that is the scattered existence

we live draws our efforts

to fuse all aspects by our single acts

into what intuited condition

sustaining our blood

and the the burning courses of the stars...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
a haze mutes the sunlight

as if glowing dust coated the trees

and blooming leaves

a pleasant morning

calm and quiet

all the hell is in me...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 19, 2012

don't lose your edge

you'll need it to the end

and there will be no ceasing of the turmoil

by my fraying nerve I'll reiterate

grow quiet and still if you must...or can...

but never be content

don't weaken now you're close to release

and never be content

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

in his old age dreams

he sees himself unlined

and suspended

identity awaiting

as he pushes his face

against a crystal womb

as if to see

what he's in for next...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
he made it


no he didn't

but the eerie look of peace

on his face is the same

as if he mastered being dead

in time to die

so he made it at least that far...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
pity he who wishes

he could give up


for Lent...

he pushes too hard

to go too far

while ahead of him

is more atonement by weariness

dust of his dust...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

a stupendous lack of empathy here...

it is as though all the good I've done

amounted to nothing...

shit of every kind flying at my retreating heels

while I stop blaming everyone else for my decline

and see the limited power of grace

evanescent before the granite of reckoning

stoic beyond mind and heart...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I am not alone as I surface from

dingy depths

we accompany each other


where the faint glimmer

milky grows and brightens

to encompass us

in its final sheen...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
oh I'm hangin' 'round waitin'

for the next big BOMB

a fresh adventure

to get me goin'

I know where t' go

but don't know

how to get there

so I'm hangin' 'round waitin'

'n' hangin' 'round waitin'

'n' hangin' 'round waitin'

'n' hangin' 'round waitin'

'n' hangin' 'round waitin'


Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
whatever I had to say

just escaped my mind much the better...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I shake under my skin


what coldness of spirit

defies me

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

yes yes there has always been

another way to go

but caught up in the worlds of illusion

who but the Ineffable really knows

the outcome of each soul's journey

who knows each individual path

only the Ineffable and you yourself

and when push comes to shove

only you will be left to make the definitive choice

stay in the cycles of creation

grind down in the merciless processes

or step out and be freed

and retain no active memory of all that led you

to this awful choice of consciousness

the full weight and heft of being...

Content (c0 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
here I am cheerleading your soul onward

I wish I knew why

being a bodhisattva seems a waste of time

and spiritual energy

but one never knows when some soul

might hear these blathering words

and find a way through the maya

that keeps us from the Source...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
are you hungry? thirsty? craving the truth?

look to your own water to ease your parched confusion

nothing may heal immediately

but you'll know the thirst and you'll know the cost...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
fakers everywhere

try to avoid themselves

put trust in your own mistakes

it'll be a clear path to walk in atonement

when you find out

they are no better than you

in fact don't even think that

lest you fall in the trap of

thinking yourself better...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I came through illness loss and frustration

I can't get to where I have to be by visualization

I'd rather fuck my guru hard and stiff

cum in her night box

make her jangle

while she pretends to save my soul

and direct me to the light

but her breasts are large and sexy

and she doesn't know the harm she does

I'll go my own way

and if I need her

I'll jerk off a load

and that will please her

more than it will me...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
the sky is blue and so am I

no one needs to be lectured on how they're going to die

we're all striving toward home and that's no lie

they don't my ignorance to presuppose why

we'll all meet on God's golden shore

or wind up in the Outer Darkness raving and pure

I don't want to go to this and wish likewise for you

but God has the last word when all is through

learn it learn it learn it now

or don't say you weren't warned anyhow

we all walk with a wisdom of our own

and that's the reason we're so alone....

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 16, 2012

the way ahead looks clear

but so much really gets in the way

as if demons spring from solid rock

lining a narrow path through outcroppings of stone

stick a taloned foot out to trip us

on our way to a lord who looks the other way

leaving liability on us

we creatures of some divine manufacture

who never get it right

and so receive nothing but anguished consequence

for our pains

with plenty of regret but no chance to amend

with all our endeavors toward atonement stymied

but flash demons popping up

on orders from on high

to make the sufferer do or die

and even then to die is assured

we go on bearing claw marks and sadness

and stand outside the defunct bodies

to be judged and saved

or judged and sent back to the cycles

of creation to again undergo

the harsh reality

that is not our home...grace or good luck

or whatever it is that makes the difference

between the processes of creation

and the free will of our only Master

whatever that Ineffable (to use an inaccurate description)


Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
there may be an afterlife

but oh how hard we make it for ourselves

when we don't understand

that what we do in the earth

affects that afterward toward which we strive

onward to what transcendence? what redemption?

what salvation?

oh what we ruin with our idiotic imaginings!

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
if you're looking for hope and inspiration

go elsewhere

I've lived in the reality of this world

too long to kid you

and yes Virginia

there is no Santa Claus

nor forgiveness of sins

nor divine intervention

to save you from your fuck-ups

I waited on such things

and now I wait on

the dying moments

when birdsong soothes the ear

as the light fades

and the farce ends...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

in the earth

there's only one choice

do or die

all else is an arena of spectators

hedging their bets

on whether you defeat your own beasts

ignore them

beasts and spectators alike

this is between you and you

do or die

the rest is outcome

and the next move from there...

Content (c0 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
the minutes evaporate

there's no time

everything you fear

stares you in the face


there's no time left

make your move

toward or away

but make that move

unmeasured by the old clocks

and what you see

and what you fear

will morph

into your place...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

hear little
see less

this is one way to peace

take it all
lose it all

this is another way to peace

everything you want
is not all that you'll get

but accepting that also leads to peace

you have no reason
to moan and complain

under the Love that underlies all is peace is peace is peace...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I'll be home soon
I'll be home soon

and the chair in its proper place
and the light in the twilight window

soft and violet
in the milky unlit evening room

soothes as a dawn or noon time blaze can do
and I know having lived through many of them

and always amazed that they feel to me
as they've always felt

an eternal moment beckoning to me locked in this skin
for its appointed time

for the time when that that body's done and the soul unlocked
takes its place in that soft waning light and

have no fear of anything dear
when that time has come

I'll be home

I'll be home soon...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
if I knew where I was going

I wouldn't mind the ride

I have no sense of adventure

just about everything seems old to me

sort of a 'been there sorry I done that' vibe

where I'm no wiser afterward

and the journey doesn't quite cut it

I want to get where I have to go

because I'm done

and I don't care who knows...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

there is no elsewhere to which you can flee

escape is the expression of desire to avoid

danger or at least unpleasantness

but fear cannot be sustained for long

and no event is as drastic as that

(unless it be calamity's explosion

wiping out all conditions and leaving you

bereft and free to scramble forward)

if you live to tell the tale

then the place where you are seems new

and a fresh anecdote postulates a new condition

in the perpetual reality of our concerns

and an idea of elsewhere devolves onto the 'here and now'

where we submit to our visualizations...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 12, 2012

we are the last of our kind

bound by heavy energies

watch those who came after

sprint passed and ahead

knowing our jeremiads

the ranting aches of dwindling passage

as the incomprehensible young embrace

the heavy earth

but stand beside themselves

as if watching others...

they have a briefer time than they know

before they get here where we are

dazed by what will surpass them

the last of their kind...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
my pleasures have brought me to my knees

what once was stimulation now has

become the dulling of my mind's blade

I cannot cut the tangle of my perception

I cannot visualize a stunning triumph

I'm lucky to just be alive

to make it to the end of my path

where on my knees I beseech the Void

mercy please

mercy and release

deliverance as the old time Israelites

would put it

patience through a generation and a half

of intimate knowledge of the sand

and the dry bones singing

through the human desert...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
there is little or nothing I can do

to ease your mind and see you through

but without you I cannot imagine how

my faith in us I can endow

with strength to proceed and persevere

I cannot do it without you near

my heart and will or what's left of them

will give me reason to let myself in...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

well here I am
wondering again
if I did the right thing

in being forward with people

the Age of Jeremiads has passed

no one has the moral sense to hear
any of this kind of talk and repent
and are too busy wrecking their own worlds

in the name of their own ignorance and hunger
to give any flying fuck
and when they hear me spout

they suggest kindly or not
therapy as if a dose of wicked medicine
will cure everything

what the hell did I know?
I took God at His word
and like Jesus hang on a cross

yowling "why have you forsaken me?"

just to be in the earth is to be forsaken

just as to be in the earth
is too dummy up
and tend to your own way out of matter

any way you succeed will benefit everyone
like it or not the right thing sometimes entails
just the things in life you despise the most

there's a test of your ability to forgive
others and yourself make no mistake
it is not them vs. us

comfortable as that is to settle into
but knowing what's good for you
is good for the rest

and if you really want out

you're going to have to cut more cords

than the silver one
you'll have to cause your own perishing
and how hard is that...when all of life

courses through you and wondering
is the least of your apprehension
you know the right thing is the right thing

because it is so hard...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
right in front of me
people talk about me
in the past tense...

what am I a relic?
a ghost aghast at being a ghost?

(and put in that position
by a bunch of boobs half alive themselves?)

I think I'll go to a cemetery
and commune with the inhabitants
that at least have manners

and know how
to hold their it were...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
by an open window in the crypt
I saw hot-dog carts lined up like hearses
outside the cemetery

boy was I tempted to pull myself
up out that fuckin' box
and leave the the grounds

to have a charred plump one
with onions relish ketchup and mustard
maybe two of them

and a grape soda
to wash 'em down

but all the grief that cause...
the vendors would go bug-eyed and flee

and be in the world again...hungry..

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 9, 2012

whatever happens
I won't be ready

I can't be ready
it takes until the next

knockdown to pick
myself up from the previous one...

didn't realize this would be
a life pattern until I lived

long enough to recognize it...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
every day of forever

is just like this one...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
karma is like a wound

that won't heal

because people won't

stop picking at the scab...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

pushing what envelope?

stop being so noble about it

it's called survival it's called endurance

and anyone who leaves their heart alone can do it...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
so many worlds
so many dimensions

so many levels
throughout creation

and here we are
in the hell of matter

here we are
in the beautiful agony of Earth

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

I was almost sure I'd made it through in one piece

but after years have passed I began to notice

certain patterns re-emerge

and when I went to scratch my itch

there were no fingers to do the job

and the itch was a whole side of me

that went missing

I trusted a metaphysical agenda

only a fool would undertake...

TA-DA!! Here I am a warrior

diced by some ephemeral samurai

and left to ponder as my one-legged torso

and the head atop it begin to slant and shift

I think I'd better re-think those anecdotes I'd planned

to bore the young'uns with...

it seemed so different through my eyes

and even my story is relative to my assassin's tale

or who I'd never meet or who I'd left behind

there is something so uplifting about defeat

it tempts one to think of wholeness

but I've in spite of myself come to know better

even as what's left made it through...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
less than I can hope

but more than I can bear...

even God

Who knows our ultimate fates

does not know how we'll end up

getting there

to redemption and transcendence

that is

or perdition and annulment of consciousness

and that is the only real choice

less than can be hoped

but more than can be borne...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
the dark mood is lifting

at least for now

and the truths I've faced

are stays in my decline

but the moment passes

and the lessons learned teach

the bright moment

of recognition is brief...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
well whatever you do

is on you

but that's always

been the case

and if you do


well you'll be nailed

for that too...

Contents (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
people don't really know you

any more than you know yourself

we all tend to stop at the conscious 10%

of brain we use...

but Leibnitz has warned

of the absolute absorption

of consciousness

with our souls

should we try to plumb

that other 90%... one really knows

anyone expect by our appearances...

and who but the Ineffable knows

how many of these we are...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
try living up to other's expectations

and you'll never know
your own...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 5, 2012

I told the truth

now I'm stymied and stalled

no wonder people lie

with such impunity

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
the heart of
St. Laurence O'Toole

has departed
Christ Church

(oh where could it be?
did some sore vexed

lunatick steal it away
to eat of it in beatified communion?)

in search
it is to be hoped

of its soul
after their 900 year separation

where the joining
is to where life draws us...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I looked for you
in the lowest depths
and the highest heights

but didn't see you
standing aside
watching me

rise and fall

on the strength
of my own myopia

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
I sit chained
to my own rock

where are the angels
with files and saws?

did I presume
and break some laws?

is that why I sit
chained to my own rock?

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.