Monday, April 30, 2012

I see the vision slowly fade

as its manifestation takes hold in reality


and still I have no place here

my time is pretty much gone


and who follows me in this lesson of the earth

for pity's sake I hope will have more wisdom


than I've shown

whose only desire was to go back home...



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who is the real me O True Source of Life


the one who blesses you

or the one who curses you?


is this worldly identity just a false pious mask

trying to cover the grimace of some demon?


is this ill-fated sojourn just the acting out

of more misuse than I myself can consciously measure?


who is the real me O Ineffable

who fails with every try but succeeds


when surrender to the horrors of living

yields the eternal Moment that passes in a second?


allow me a quick passing allow me my release

though I know nothing of where it leads


or what it means to us all...



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Sunday, April 29, 2012

I fall defeated in my own pride

and the Law is Absolute


what burden defines me

gives me my identity


will not be lifted

while I'm in this skin


but my last gratitude is to know

I've strength enough to just let it go...



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now I know the judgment

now I know the form


but will I know the mercy

when and if it comes?



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wide awake now to everything


it is in my power to know and keep


these fleeting joys this smoking ruin

how I wish I were still asleep...



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what can be harsher than love

caught in the snares of the One's Perfection?


not even evil can stand against

love this cold and cruel...



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many heartbreaks

go before the ideals

that drive us to despair


and many ideals fade

in the rage of that pain

as those hearts throb


in their foiled aspirations

the breakage itself a relief...



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Saturday, April 28, 2012

patiently awaiting the severing

of the silver cord


to release me from this skin

and let me back to where


I can recall all I'd done

to deserve a life like this


not just me but all of us in this time

bound in our Oneness like beasts in a net




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howl like a dog

if it pleases you

scratch like a cat as well


and if you choke on a chain

or become neighborhood roadkill

well you asked for it


in your animal tongues...



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such have we fallen


that no one will tolerate an "other"

that no one is interested in anything

that they can't see themselves in...



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some fool said I contradicted myself


that I said "oh my love my heart is yours"

and I said "I can't believe in love any longer"


hate to break it to you fool

but such is my art such is poem-making


a construct as much as

an emotional examination of themes


if it's true confessions you want go elsewhere




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I can't believe in love


my heart's been torn out

of my chest too often

for me to trust it again


and maybe that's a good thing


that after all the deceit and pain

something deeper bids me rest

and helps my disbelief...



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Friday, April 27, 2012

where I want to go

and where I end up

may well be two different matters


though all is here and now


my place in the scheme is up to

whatever God allows


as given

here I go and here I come...




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who says Life is bewildering and difficult?


just one word before I go...


bye...




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such has been this life for me...


that my pants were always down around my ankles

and I stood there

covering my face

as bombs were were blasting around me


next time I want to throw the bombs...




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I remember you saying you loved me

but remember no evidence to support the claim


but it was a long time ago now

when I didn't know I was wrong to believe...


you open yourself to hurt

when you have to trust another


you have to give them a play

to find test their veracity...


oh pity the fool who finds otherwise to his detriment

it's a tall order


when even the One won't do be so forgiving

but as for this bit of business


this is between us...

now what do you say?


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we walk alone through the world

no matter who we're with...


for each of us walk through the world alone

and each of us walk in our solitudes...


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"all our joys and sorrows will cease

"when our bodies are underground


"but our souls will look down in their release

"and bless that burial mound"


I don't know

if death will be that way


but for love of you

I hope it is...



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I've lost everything


naked in the eternal instant


empty of all I thought I had

or was or would ever be


the pain is outrageous

the misery non-stop


the actual Reality

reducing me to what I truly am


and it's not the fulfillment

of some imagined destiny


it's not the vainglory

of our kowtowing to some idol


it's the relinquishing of the ego and the letting out

of every bodhisattva hidden therein



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only the weak pick easy targets



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Thursday, April 26, 2012

THE GHOST'S LAST WORDS


I'm glad I'm dead


no more putting up

with the ignorant bullshit of my kind in the earth


the fawning sideshows of hubris and greed

and mean murderous pride


the One decided this was the way to go

learning through conflict


endless pain and no relief

I spurn this rotten brotherhood of sin


I'm glad I'm dead

I've found my brotherhood  my sisterhood


quiet at the bottoms of their graves-hood...


*


I never could tell you all

where you're at

I hate no love for people

no love for myself

and every time I was stupid enough to try to love

the One itself shot me down

if there's grace it didn't seem to be for me

I believed in fairy-tales

and now suffer accordingly


*


in this limbo between heaven and earth

I wade through the Bardos


the unrepentant ones

chained to their hungers

eternally drunken pig-fucking crackers

getting lap-dances from hot red female demons

moving their tails aside

for a thrust of spirit cock

while the Great White Fathers stand as stiffly as in earthly life

disapproving and judging when they sweat out

the same hungers


and where every light in the distance

is an optical illusion

I might as well have kept on living

if I had to endure this




*


oh the lingering illusion

the false hope of a Loving Father

tying me to another stake

driven into the mud of a grave


*


I'm fading


good




release at last?

not so good


to what will I be released

and to what will I be delivered?

another round of pain in the earth

and what remains of my love


a torment? a lesson? a payback for my own pride?


*


oh peace beyond understanding...

you surround the outsides of this domain


how does one finally arrive at that?

how does the light get in?


*


repent? on whose terms?

who decides what every whit is?


the One who weeps for us

as we stumble in this underground?


where is the mercy? the Love?

the phantom forgiveness?


*


before I died I got it!


but it made no difference

you're told to repent


but are damned for repenting

anything you do is wrong

only the One calls that shot


and a piece of the One you may be

but you are not the One entire...it's not your say...


*


wherever one goes when all on every level is here and now


I'm on my way along the Way


*

I go


you may now follow your own paths

through this unloving darkness


I cannot return (quite yet)

to tell you what I'll see


what I see will be for me only

each of us has his own vision of the Great Metempiric


and his own way through

life or death either of which is on you


maybe I'll see you on God's Golden shore

or maybe we'll meet again in misery like before


time was called and our time was up

wherever we end is all One


even in perdition

even in salvation


now even the words are beginning

to die away


I go...and you go too...


*********


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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

the trance was broken

and suddenly I was myself again


how many years lost to my mind

how many loved one gone


as I looked and didn't recognize

where I was but didn't care


as long as I was...




and as memory reconfirmed my identity

what had been so fated


so necessary with which to be reckoned

was so faded and distant only God could care


as He no longer did since here

I was and there it is and


what I endured I endure no longer


I had freed myself from hanging traps

and spikes flying into the ground


from something larger and stronger than me

and while it still stalked me


I slipped through the miasma of my dark brow


and the trance was broken and now so am I

wondering what the hell am I going to do now?



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it's easy to make an enemy of anyone




just don't be like them

and see how fast the

fear and hatred bloom



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not to know

is the only relief we know...



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I think I've earned my stripes


now I crouch like a tiger

being hunted into extinction


stats of heaven

many stripes


a ton of trophies...



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Cosmic shifts occur on high

Trickle down on us here in the earth

As above so below

Yet I feel as I always have


Will I yet be that wise man who holds dominion over the stars?

Do I really want to?

What is my place in which, despite my stumbling, I long to be,

Who just wishes for his place beyond those stars?



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Stupidly he rises up again


He thinks he’s going to reinvent the wheel

And get rolling along

Out of all his unsolvable problems


Or maybe go airborne like Ezekiel

Raining down constellations and black holes

And blinding suns and signs

Even the Babylonian astrologers

Would be hard pressed to comprehend



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let the brief sunlight

lead you

into the long long night

and leave you forgotten in the Mystery


saved in some way

or not

before the endless dark

who knows in the quick final day?



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my nerves are shot

my thinking unclear


and I walk like slabs of cement

are fastened to my heels


let the One continue to help

those who need no help


for those of us chained to gravity

there is no help...for we who need it most...



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terrified every second of the day...


to be worldly-wise means to be

comfortable in hell


and I am not...



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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

all right I get it

"He who would save his life must lose it"


well I'm in freefall

but without any hope


I can't hope for anything

without attaching myself to a false idea


I/we just have to trust that

at some point God will stop punishing us so generously


and be what he was portrayed as being

the loving Father who forgives


until then it's suffering relentlessly

it's the purging of the soul


until in utter death we are resurrected

new and unrecognizable to ourselves...



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oh Lord save me


no nonononono

the Giant Sandal


coming down to crush my skull


oh why have you not forsaken me...



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how can anyone endure their miseries

and not explode

in anger at the god they thought

would save them?


it's so simple

their idea of God was a child's dream

God will save them

but at the awful price of losing

all they love and hope and trust in...


so it is

if you can imagine it

then that ain't it....



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what can be more pathetic


than a prophet

whose jeremiads


have been heard and ignored?


let God have the Last Word


even His prophets aren't spared...



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oh you impossibly hot little plumpers


you are my angels

my light

my jizz stokers


there...I said it...

and I don't care


I love what I love

and I'll love them to my hell and back...




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freefall feels great




fatal for sure

but so what?

all the thrill of living


is concentrated

in that blessed fall.....




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you may think God loves you

and maybe He does

but it's only as a clay pigeon

in His shooting gallery


you the promenading target

of His war on sin

a stuffed teddy bear inplace of

the soul He might have won....



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lalalalalalalala

I refuse to hear it

God offers salvation

but I can't get near it


because we expect to be

spared in our luxury

and we have no stomach

for what it means to finally see


that renunciation

means losing everything


now can you find voice

to praise and exalt and sing


of who would kill us

just to raise us up again....




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you think God will save you

you're way wrong


you'll suffer unmercifully at first

and then your remains will be gathered


God isn't the Loving Father

as he has been portrayed


His vengeance supersedes everything

and even your puny penance may mean nothing to Him


this is what we get for believing in fairy-tales

you're on your own


good fuckin' luck...



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Monday, April 23, 2012

mirages of paradise

soothe the vision

as sight fails

and we feel our bodies

disintegrate around ourselves

as we are launched

into the Darkness of God


will I see you on the other side?

the only paradise being

the return to that Source

and the only rest being

to abide in that stillness


leaving once and for all

that darkness....



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one with the dust

I cry for water


one with the rain

I cry for evaporation


because we are limited to these bodies

we cannot be both at once


that is only for those in the bountiful Garden of Heaven


that doesn't need water...



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confessions flow

who hears?

who forgives?




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I've cursed God enough

to have cursed myself out of existence


but I'm still here

because the One knows I've only


been cursing myself

all my sense of worthlessness and remorse


projected at some personal idea

of who and what God is


so if it isn't "curse God and die"

it certainly is me trying to kill myself


and since "You do it to the least of mine you do it to Me"

that includes doing it to myself...


God...responsible for everything but taking none of the blame

because the liability lies with us


co-creators...and only tools...cursing ourselves...



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heard a story once

about two men facing a judgement


the first one was told

he had five more lifetimes on earth to endure


before he'd be released from the Wheel of Creation

and he wailed and cried


"Five more lifetimes!!! Oh my God the horror

"The misery"


the second one was a goofy fuck-up

who had more than a thousand lifetimes to go through


before his mess was cleaned up

and on hearing this the goofball said


"Hur-Hur...Great!...Bring it on"

and in that instant he became enlightened  and was released...


oh fool that I am

how I envy the fool...



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I'm dying too slowly

for it to be useful to me


I could pray all I want for forgiveness

but the One is only about vengeance


and now that I know that for sure

I'm a fool beyond what I can bear and


I'm dying too slowly

for it to be useful to me



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just because I'm bent down to submission

isn't an invitation to stick your dicks

in my ass


you all just want to be God and imitate His worst attributes


I mean really

God is the only power there is

and He acts at time like some 'gangsta'


you'd think that being all there is




would make Him a lot sweeter about power


but what do I know?

I'm merely His creature


stupid enough to believe the fairy-tale

of His goodness and mercy

but to know all too the corruption


of those who want what's His...


(by the way...

a little Vaseline next time or is that too much an affront

to your imaginary power


or to my own broken faith...?



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lovers friends and family all gone

(the lying skunks

the self-serving scum)


I follow them into the beyond

saw them in their pure essence

and saw mine as well


hypocrite hating whom I needed

no better than them...





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an

outline

in

the

air

where

I

should

be...



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Sunday, April 22, 2012

sad to say goodbye to ones

you've known life-long

through so many changes

and so much disappointment


only to reach a point

where you no longer have to maintain

the charade and sadness or no

bid adieu to the strangers your friends have become...



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your 'love' is a lie that makes your words hollow

as you talk over anything anyone tries to tell you


but insincerity is natural to one

who hides behind social prejudices


and concentrated lack of esteem

to hide what everyone knows...


what a sad empty little thing you are

your 'love' a permanent exercise in selfishness...




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now I lay me down to sleep

upon the tears I freely weep


if I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord gives me some shake...



(Child's bedtime prayer 21st Century)






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it takes more faith and fortitude than I've got

to keep my eye on the prize of heaven


when I look up and climb out of one pit

I find myself at the bottom of another one


with heaven no nearer

shining away at the top


of a long corridor of pits stacked like a Jacob's Ladder

of of awe and weariness and vertigo




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I gave you love

you repaid with treachery and lies


maybe in some previous life

I did as much for you


but in this here and now

in which we live


it's easy to see who is the one who

will receive the woe for the trouble brought....


and who will suffer next time...



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Friday, April 20, 2012

o blessed nothingness

in your void is the source of being


in the time of culmination

will we still be ourselves in that Oneness


or will we be lost to ourselves in the All?

o blessed no-thing-ness


no need to rush an answer already given

we have all the time of time


and no time left at all...




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outside the box of our mass earthly societies

one will become one with the dust


and none hapless enough to follow

who know where to find all the unmarked graves


of those who preceded them

all these raging prophets


purged of their own vanities

by the One's ruthless Perfection...



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no will no strength no grace no hope left

I'm empty as a barrel in a drought


and still they say all things are possible

yes


even the prospect of embracing the emptiness...



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rely on no one but yourself


your neighbor won't help you

(especially if you don't submit to his philosophy)


your lover won't help you

he or she is too busy trying to hold up his or her end

to have much care for your inability or misplaced trust


and no not even your closest friend will help you

(and how often...how often friend and foe

inhabit a single body...a single souls...a single mind)


God or any of our imaginings of same?

let's not even go there

for whom vengeance trumps the love grace mercy and forgiveness

that is expected of us...no...learn it now...learn it hard...learn it fast...


rely on no one but yourself...




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Thursday, April 19, 2012

peace be on all of us


I'm not even sure any more what that means

but I'll say it anyway (better this than the mindless mantras of submission)


peace be on all of us



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I never thought I'd live to see

our basic personal freedoms disappear


too damn many praising the tyranny of Man

in subjugating his fellow man


and destroying the very earth on which he stands


and I say NO NO NO emphatically NO

I don't care what the plan is


or even if the Ineffable deems it be this way

I say NO NO NO emphatically NO


to all corrupt Authority

I'd rather die than live as a slave to evil


and engage in an ultimately meaning sacrifice

where power and greed and the devil in each of us


given free rein while Love endures its Death of a Thousand Cuts...



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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Harpo

Marx

said

it

best...




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I have nothing to look forward to...


not even a Buddhist's 'blank mind'

can lead to a lasting peace


I'm here for my term and so are you for yours

and all that comes after


looks forward to us...



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death is only life...after the fact




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what is it about our desire

that makes a lie of love?


if I knew I'd still be stuck here in the world

wondering why it made no difference...





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life has always been a burden and a terror


that is our fault our blame our error


would we endure a level field without self-interested factions

frustrating our move to untampered action?



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to our limited selfish minds


God and Devil wear the same mask

could we tell the difference


if our lives depended on it?



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so what's it going to be?


does the New Technology bind us

in some Brotherhood of Man

of sharing and free expression

fulfilling the Aquarian Age agenda?


or is it all just bad disguise

for those who rule this technology

to enslave us in some new form

of an age-old tyranny?


the choice is always with each of us


but tell the truth

(if truth you know

and if it even is truth)

what chance do the Kingdoms of the World give us to know it?



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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

much like a dam breaking

and flooding the valley of our content


is the release from a personal suffering

that lost its meaning too long ago


to matter any longer....



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boy am I on fire today


it's these lulls in action that drive me batty

I'm eager to keep on moving


but the whole Universe seems to have

something to say about that




so I spill into these lines

my frustrations and my aspirations


even if those who agree are no help and try dousing that fire...



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I saw you pull down your pants

and bend over to receive your conqueror's rod


then turn to hate me for missing my chance

to worship your coward's god


well at least sex will always be a rebellion at the last

and you'll draw your excuses from it


dear at some point I may eat your ass

but never will I eat your shit



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love those friends who'd turn you in

because you disrupt their little suburban worlds


of bigotry and envy and hatred for the other

ruining your tea parties with embarrassing booms on their white carpets


all of which is fading much to no one's pity

because everyone's moving back to the cities


everyone loves a mass grave

with no owning up to the reasons you've killed yourselves


and took too many others with you...



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I'm on the run

but Authority has every way blocked


welcome to the Anti-Christ's Kingdom

of Big Business Acquiescence and Conformity


and the Social brotherhood that sells everyone out

toe your line or be eliminated


I'm on the run

with nowhere to run....





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in case my views of our current wonderful era aren't clear

let me reiterate....


AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!




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some joker suggested

that my love of God runs more deeply than I could humanly know


and that all this raving is but the expression

of a pre-religious conversion


a sort of last explosion of guilt and pain

before acquiescing to the One....


does this joker know if this 'god' is no better than the worst of us

then we right and truly are fucked?


does this clown even know that my acceptance

of a creative loving Source of Life


doesn't involve belief in some self-projection

that posits a 'god'...a 'supreme being'


but rather an unknown Void still and beyond peace

at the bottom of all turmoil and hurt?


more accurate to say

my suffering is the bewilderment and fear


that strains the very love that holds our race together...

better to say I love and respect my fellow creatures


as all of us huddle in our fears

before the Mystery that animates all creation...






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oh endlessly wicked stupid life

to have a creator who gifted us in love

with so many strings attached

that it's no wonder people turn from goodness


because it stinks with the rot of its own tyranny


oh pity who leaves their bubble of protection

because their childish faith leads them

to their soul's death by despair...



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dare to tell the truth

and even God will turn against you





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just think how much healing and happiness

there'd be if God truly had mercy...


but the One decrees that only suffering will teach us this

and we flies have to get used to the vinegar


if we want to buzz forever

and given the Divine Nature


is that really such a good thing?

if only this creator were as good as we are expected to be...





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it must be love

I'm smoking her brand of cigarettes



(1976)





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Monday, April 16, 2012

I'll stick out my tongue

and shake my fist at the sky

until the Reaper gathers my bones

and they crumble in his thin grasping clutches...



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the wise say little

the foolish too much


I wonder if I could get away

with being the fool as a symbol


of hidden wisdom


(stop laughing at

my bells and my pointy shoes


you...)



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lookee ma

I'm having another melt down


one malfunction sends me into a tail-spin

because I live in a world where people


know what button to push

and think they're a superior life form because of it


while I've known what I was doing my whole life

and have to be blocked and stunted


by this generation of voids who'd be lost

if given a compass and pointed in a right direction


lookee ma

the dimwits have dominion


I have my work done and the rest look at me as if

I shat on their nice white rugs...



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I want to be a million miles away

when Man's technological glory

comes falling down around

his deaf ears


I refuse to die with these unhuman assholes

and if God decrees otherwise

well...too fucking bad...

I've suffered enough


of my fellow bipeds

I've had it

with the whole fucking issue

I'd rather rot in my hell


than be with you shitheads

in whatever hole you'll wind up in...



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entri come amici


vada come famiglia




another nice sentiment ruined by

our narrow minds


and our limited hearts...



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life on earth is all about

being pulled backward through a hedge


everybody demands action

everyone insists on any apology


and the ones they've wronged

can go to hell as far as they're concerned


well there's where you've gone wrong

with your race cards and your ethnic pride


each of us has been an aggressor or a victim

in one life or another


you have no special codicil with the divine

and your own sins have placed you in these postures


for a reason

a reason you'd ignore if you didn't like the reason


each of us will make another eat shit

for the most bogusly righteous reasons


but who wants to hear that?

who wants to face their own complicity in the matter?


none

none at all


life on earth is where we learn lessons we ignore

or take to heart wrongly as excuse for our evil


and life on earth will be our finish

where like animals we have no idea of the doom that awaits


but live in the moment of our hungers

pausing for a split second while we chew on remains


to gaze at the sunset

we don't understand...



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Sunday, April 15, 2012

crushed by karma

aided by my own fear and ignorance

God the Cause but my foolishness the Effect


stalled by freedom

(of which there really is none)

I must face what I face with a lack of grace


blame does nothing but increase the harm

surrender does nothing but disable the will

the will that is needed to choose


to endure all this confusion and ruin

or proceed with blind hope that grace will descend

and not be wrecked by delusion and despair


crushed by the grace that would take me where

in acceptance I'd turn my curses into prayer...



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Friday, April 13, 2012

ah the bliss of being done...


when only memory roils in the spent loins

and the sweet rest afterwards

nothing more than the entire world

as a cigarette after the tussle

when an unnamed wonder staring at the ceiling

now solidifies into an awareness of cold stone


and the sky itself a ceiling of the crypt...



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I like it when you strip before me

proud in your feminine superiority

to the masculine hunger for action

that wrecks every cosmic plan of concord


the starry dynamic that sets your beauty

above all God-fashioned things

desire power and sweet merging

above all things to which the human aspires


but alas old dogs or exhausted lions of the season

soon lay down done with their hunt

lust a slow simmering a low hum of agitation

that's sweet to bear when nothing any longer is at stake


still I like it when you strip before me

even if it's only a reminder of the prime that is long gone...



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here I come and there you go

what we were meant to be

is something now we'll never know

because of the destinies we think we know...




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oh alright I'll make it plain

it's not the moon and stars to blame


but only the eye that sees what it sees

and thinks it knows it's own disease


of hubris and of fated abuse

that dismisses life as being of no use


while all the while a greater Eye weeps

at all the purpose in life left asleep...



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another Friday the 13th


and while superstition rules

the sad enfeebled minds

that wait for the Universe to collapse

the rest of of us stumble through


noting only that nothing has happened

to any of us


but the same daily dreary usual of no special cause...



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stewed a'gin

wasted too

I'm a hidden mystic

in the Valley of Yip-Yang-Yew


I see visions

but have no idea what they are

like dreams forgotten

their feelings take me far


common hallucinations

passing themselves off as visions

I'm not alone in the Valley

nor alone in my mental revisions


thus angel-headed hipsters

die out as bums on the street

an idea of redemption

in the syringes at their feet



so every outcast imagines

to help them get through

the passage from light to darkness of God

stewed and wasted too



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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

you braved the elements

fought mythical beasts

confronted strange gods

rescued princesses from prisons of penury

defended chivalry in the name of some forgotten One


and this is all you get?

a ruined body and yapping little dogs?

the pathetic screws of more pathetic bureaucrats?

shrews and harpies where goddesses once posed?

all that honor wasted on an empty sky?


poor poor little warrior

your mythology is spread across the ceiling

a panorama of some absurd paradise

only a child could endorse...


I won't ask you what you'll do now

it'll take your whole life to fix this


and even then you'll catch an occasional glimpse

of the fleece hanging in its tree

and wonder if it is golden and forlorn


or just the rotting carcass of every dream

you could not live up to...


every quest reduced to a mere ramble...




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to those deluded prophets waiting for the rogue planet

to graze us in its passing...


you fools

it's come and gone and left you deluded


and hung you up waiting...

it's called Reality...you know...



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drones are running the hive now


they've killed the Queen with their indolence


they wait for dying bees to bring in their last loads

take all the pollen and nectar they have will enough to take

and then buzz the loudest

when there's no more incoming and no more honey


I don't want to live long enough

to hear the very last bee blare like a final warning...



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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

to those who see this


I certainly hope

you're not as bad off as I am


and if you are

for whatever it's worth


know you've got company...



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I praise the donkey

but forget the mule


I exhort the wise

but deny the fool


I view the world dimly

but am blind to the Light


I pluck out my eyes

but still have sight


I have knowledge not used

which is wisdom refused

which leaves me confused

about the good I've abused


and because I carry that sin

it's not too long before I'm boxed in

with no mercy for where I'd been

with all to lose and nothing to win


no wisdom left in me

because I'm the denied fool


I praise the donkey

but forget the mule



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Monday, April 9, 2012

time for good little boys and girls

to grow up and see the world for what it is


yes it's painful and disorienting as well

but it is your lot my lot our lot


this is the way it is

and you have nothing to say


despite what your beaten down parents

have to say about anything...



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God Help Us!!!

comes the reply...

eh?




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everything's twisting around

can't tell right from wrong anymore

what does it mean?

what can be hoped?


stop asking questions dunce

you're in the middle of a firestorm

and asking the flames to please

flare a little lower


there's no way you cannot burn

how the hell else are you going to learn

God is not love but vengeance pure and simple

and if there's love in it


then it requires more wisdom

than you or I possess...



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Sunday, April 8, 2012

merry jokester

you're running out punchlines

to ease the pain

of God's seemingly heartless judgement


you want your idea of divine intervention

because you think Grace does not supersede Karma

the joke's on you if you think

amends and atonements will make any difference


or that mercy is in the divine vocabulary

no miracle will happen as you struggle along

resenting every price for every misstep that God deems so fatal

oh merry jokester make a joke of that


and even then God will have you beat

think of the joke where a drowning man

cries to God saying "Lord I'm drowning! Save me!"

a boat passes and someone on board yells "need help?"


and the guy says "No thanks! I'm waiting for God to save me!"

the boat leaves and another comes and a sailor

leans over the rail saying "Here--grab this line!"

and the guy says "No thanks! I'm waiting on the Lord!"


Finally the guy goes under and drowns

and when his soul goes through the Pearly Gates

he walks indignantly up to God and says

"I prayed to You to save me and You let me drown! Why?"


and God looks at him and says

"Asshole! I sent two boats to save you!!!"


merry jokester

can your feeble humor top that?



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Saturn is a fat ass

who was designated to sit on my head

until it cracked

so God could gather all that dripping blood

for a  Bloody Karmic Judgement Mary

(peppered and celery sticking out of my ear)



boy this motherfucker wasn't playing...



(BTW...happy easter...)



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I have no way to convince you

I'm truly contrite


I'm still (what an asshole) concerned with doing right

when all you want is blood


you damn vampire

a stake in the Sacred Heart


would be be great relief and joy

but also our great release back into the Unmanifest


no memory of all we've lived and loved

(even your good isn't enough to make a difference)


oh Terrible Intractable One

let me forget myself utterly


let me be this alleged new creature in your Light

this thing that already is


but for my faulty conviction...



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I see the road ahead and faint

God beats me unmercifully  for fainting


no wonder life sucks

if this hard-heartedness is love


it's a wonder we haven't killed each other

with this crazed kindness before now


but every time we come back into the earth

it's like we were never gone


oh wicked Veil of Forgetfulness

past sins too hard to bear?


what about what we endure in this here and now?

we can't bear this any better


and instead of aid we get the lash

the cruelty of your alleged love




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Friday, April 6, 2012

glowing on the night meadow

moonlight lies like a blanket

on all kingdoms of the earth


some dark blur moves through

the brightness

(as I must appear to this shade


if it's seen me)

but it stops and I stop

and in our stasis


we have joined

the landscape heightened

under the moonlight


where still in the instant

we glow under this blanket...




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I follow myself like bad company

what I do holds the reins of what I want

but if I cannot trust myself


to know what I want

then unspeaking mind goes into overdrive

and I stalk those demons


to slay them where they lay

with the full moon bright overhead


and the chase at an end...




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Thursday, April 5, 2012

what the hell are facts

to the delusions by which we live?


nobody cares what reality has with them


they think their own limited view

is a God-like panorama


go ahead and presume to correct them


and indulge your own misunderstanding

you think God will forgive you your error


God won't


God will make you pay as they say

'through the nose'


and all you'll take away as they now say


is your resentment your stubborn anger

your self-pitying remorse


and that's a fact...



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hope springs eternal...

and falls ever thus

put your faith in nothing


and find how much happier you'll be...



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if I were Bob Dylan

I could be a lot worse about it than he's been


after all I'm not him

and there's such comfort (and protection) in aliases...


(p.s. I wish I could say Leonard sends his regards

but I'm not him either...)



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Tuesday, April 3, 2012

you will be happy

you will be strong


you will need to be as long

as you can't find where you belong...





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you savaged me

(fairly and unfairly)

and after the strife

of common argument

you embraced me

and for a moment

it felt the way it did

when we first joined

the tender kisses

the open acceptance

of our merging

into one happy transcendent

position that still ties us

together through the fraying years

of our decline


after that kiss

after that embrace

it was as if there were no time

but the savagery of the instant


this moment of manifestation

we call eternal...



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Monday, April 2, 2012

how mere the sunset seems

when one is consumed

looking with strict focus

on the event


while the one who

surrenders to it by only

watching it


that one sees it true...




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I have much on my mind

much to say

but no voice to say it


like heavenly testicles

finally descending

my voice has changed


the old words

no longer fit

in this mouth


and reflection

on all the wild tales told

produces a bit of shame


and while I learn a new vocabulary

life makes its trite demands

in its ancient language


of conflict and temptation

but I cannot hear to it

my change of voice changes my mind


and the desire to speak will come

to full expression when what new thing

rises in my throat to surprise...



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too much of humanity's

creativity

lies in destruction--


there are many ways

to kill

but one way to die


there are too few ways

to live

but no way to engage


and I think

of what the sun devours

and what it brings forth


and my head buzzes remembering

creation and destruction are one




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