all that is really required
is that we help those around us
but not use that help as crutch
or as a manipulation of need
help each other as we will
each of us is still on our own
and we must take care of ourselves before
we're able to take care of anyone else
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013
the earth is limited it's true
a manifestation of the divine
in the conditioned reality of creation
but however limited its form
it is still a divine manifestation
oh how many grieve their souls
when death is only a door that takes
their struggle back beyond the binds of the material...
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a manifestation of the divine
in the conditioned reality of creation
but however limited its form
it is still a divine manifestation
oh how many grieve their souls
when death is only a door that takes
their struggle back beyond the binds of the material...
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I know I should have transcended
but the love of women
has held me back
the breasts the asses the legs
the backless mules
hanging dangling off
the flexing foot at rest
the sly look-back
under the veil of long dark hair
the fragrance of sweet skin
mingling with the summer air
as swinging pelvises saunter down the street
those bodies mere physical things
but yet portals to the unknown beyond
the earthly entrance to the Essential
oh whether I'm an erotic mystic
in the throes of ecstasy
or just some mangy old horndog
in useless heat in his drunk
it is the need of completion that draws
the plus and the minus
the hot and the not...
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but the love of women
has held me back
the breasts the asses the legs
the backless mules
hanging dangling off
the flexing foot at rest
the sly look-back
under the veil of long dark hair
the fragrance of sweet skin
mingling with the summer air
as swinging pelvises saunter down the street
those bodies mere physical things
but yet portals to the unknown beyond
the earthly entrance to the Essential
oh whether I'm an erotic mystic
in the throes of ecstasy
or just some mangy old horndog
in useless heat in his drunk
it is the need of completion that draws
the plus and the minus
the hot and the not...
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no matter how much you try
to tie up loose ends
and finalize your earthly business
there's always something you'll miss
something beyond your control
that will be the thread that ties you
to your karma and ties you
to future lives of trying and succeeding
or trying and failing
yes the liability's on you
and yes in your humanness
there are some things that are bound to fail
but as long as you don't impose
your limited mind as the end-all
and admit to the process of life
beyond your or anyone's control
that's when things will fall out as they should
and if you're wise you'll greet the boon
and move beyond the limits you thought
you'd never thought you'd never surmount
clinging as you do to this eventually doomed earth
but awakening to the fact of other worlds...
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to tie up loose ends
and finalize your earthly business
there's always something you'll miss
something beyond your control
that will be the thread that ties you
to your karma and ties you
to future lives of trying and succeeding
or trying and failing
yes the liability's on you
and yes in your humanness
there are some things that are bound to fail
but as long as you don't impose
your limited mind as the end-all
and admit to the process of life
beyond your or anyone's control
that's when things will fall out as they should
and if you're wise you'll greet the boon
and move beyond the limits you thought
you'd never thought you'd never surmount
clinging as you do to this eventually doomed earth
but awakening to the fact of other worlds...
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Monday, July 29, 2013
an enormous mildness
underscores our riotous behavior
these days
as if we roar with bitterness
and ignorance
beyond our personal bests
only to have it fade
on the instant
by a break in the concentration
some desire turned higher octave
aspiration come at last to still
the bound feet and the shackled hands
with which we had expressed
our self-imprisonment
let this mildness come
oh it will fade and pass
as all things in creation pass
but its source is another matter
and what next issues from it
is ours also to help or hinder
to hurt or heal in our own stillness...
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underscores our riotous behavior
these days
as if we roar with bitterness
and ignorance
beyond our personal bests
only to have it fade
on the instant
by a break in the concentration
some desire turned higher octave
aspiration come at last to still
the bound feet and the shackled hands
with which we had expressed
our self-imprisonment
let this mildness come
oh it will fade and pass
as all things in creation pass
but its source is another matter
and what next issues from it
is ours also to help or hinder
to hurt or heal in our own stillness...
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yes I have been unkind...
I learned that from my loved ones
yes I've learned to forgive...
I learned that from my foes
and none can say who is who
or which is which
but all I've wronged
and all I've righted
teaches the same lesson
and the right and wrong
that is in me is distributed evenly
among all I know
we are each other's lesson
we are each other's ordeal...
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I learned that from my loved ones
yes I've learned to forgive...
I learned that from my foes
and none can say who is who
or which is which
but all I've wronged
and all I've righted
teaches the same lesson
and the right and wrong
that is in me is distributed evenly
among all I know
we are each other's lesson
we are each other's ordeal...
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Saturday, July 20, 2013
God may be
Heartless Vengeance
or there may be Mercy
in the Judgemen
all I know is
we all suffer this
and must not give up
Love in the face
of this Creator's Terror...
Love and do what you will
is the standard that no one
can escape with cleverness
or self-serving pride...
let the One do as the One will
while we love in spite of this horror...
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Heartless Vengeance
or there may be Mercy
in the Judgemen
all I know is
we all suffer this
and must not give up
Love in the face
of this Creator's Terror...
Love and do what you will
is the standard that no one
can escape with cleverness
or self-serving pride...
let the One do as the One will
while we love in spite of this horror...
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NOT MY WILL
not my will but Yours
that strains the grief
of the simplest joy
itself a fleeting delusion
against the reality of the Ineffable
all we'd forgive
all we'd amend
all we'd love
and to whom we'd show mercy
as nothing to the heartless perfection
that calls life slavery
and love a bitter choice...
and so the psycho demands of the Unforgiving
Your Will not ours who'd say fuck it
and love and forgive and heal
and wonder what it is about our peace
that rouses the Beast in every damn issue
as we continue despite all tyrannies against this love...
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that strains the grief
of the simplest joy
itself a fleeting delusion
against the reality of the Ineffable
all we'd forgive
all we'd amend
all we'd love
and to whom we'd show mercy
as nothing to the heartless perfection
that calls life slavery
and love a bitter choice...
and so the psycho demands of the Unforgiving
Your Will not ours who'd say fuck it
and love and forgive and heal
and wonder what it is about our peace
that rouses the Beast in every damn issue
as we continue despite all tyrannies against this love...
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THE ALWAYS ME ADDRESSES MYSELF
I have so many memories
I'd freeze in time
to occupy forever...
this one I'm in
is the only one
I would omit...
don't care if
those memories were
forged in some 'now'
they can contain
a notion of my self
I can recognize
while in 'this' instant
I don't know myself...
I'm nowhere near
the eternity I thought
my consciousness
would endow...
the consciousness
of not knowing myself
being the true expression of self
that ties the memories
into the one identity
that recognizes them all
the one that always is
the one that's always outside
the damp and the dirt and all in between...
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I'd freeze in time
to occupy forever...
this one I'm in
is the only one
I would omit...
don't care if
those memories were
forged in some 'now'
they can contain
a notion of my self
I can recognize
while in 'this' instant
I don't know myself...
I'm nowhere near
the eternity I thought
my consciousness
would endow...
the consciousness
of not knowing myself
being the true expression of self
that ties the memories
into the one identity
that recognizes them all
the one that always is
the one that's always outside
the damp and the dirt and all in between...
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Friday, July 19, 2013
I'm too beaten down to care
I watch the mutual murders
the hectoring justifications
the idiocies of pride
the pure evil
of smug self-regard
that pass for the affairs
of the hopeless irredeemable world
...and laugh my ass off...
I've found my sense of humor again
the whole pitiful comedy
plays itself out as the joke it is
now that I am spectator
rather than participant...
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I watch the mutual murders
the hectoring justifications
the idiocies of pride
the pure evil
of smug self-regard
that pass for the affairs
of the hopeless irredeemable world
...and laugh my ass off...
I've found my sense of humor again
the whole pitiful comedy
plays itself out as the joke it is
now that I am spectator
rather than participant...
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proud of manipulating
empty skulls
tyrants line up
weak to weakest
proud of harassing
people smart enough
to slap them back
with the power only
a weakling could covet...
so why is the world
in such horrible shape?
the answer's evident isn't it?
a lot of tyrants...
a lot of idiots...
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empty skulls
tyrants line up
weak to weakest
proud of harassing
people smart enough
to slap them back
with the power only
a weakling could covet...
so why is the world
in such horrible shape?
the answer's evident isn't it?
a lot of tyrants...
a lot of idiots...
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Thursday, July 18, 2013
DICKHEADS
I'm no preacher
no teacher
no overreacher
I threw my dice
and snake eyes stared back
and here's my sin of pride
I know I failed but can't resist
sitting here laughing while you sink
in your justifications
like mammoths
in tar pits
preserved for others equally deluded
to come years hence to study and not one
a preacher teacher or overreacher
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no teacher
no overreacher
I threw my dice
and snake eyes stared back
and here's my sin of pride
I know I failed but can't resist
sitting here laughing while you sink
in your justifications
like mammoths
in tar pits
preserved for others equally deluded
to come years hence to study and not one
a preacher teacher or overreacher
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everybody knows everything
they pride themselves
on being so up on things
and all they know
is their bubble in time
the emptiness in the pit of their souls
and the void they wander through
thinking they are creating
some new form of being
when all they're doing
is hollowing out the earth
that will receive them
when their time alive passes from them
like a bubble...so long...
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they pride themselves
on being so up on things
and all they know
is their bubble in time
the emptiness in the pit of their souls
and the void they wander through
thinking they are creating
some new form of being
when all they're doing
is hollowing out the earth
that will receive them
when their time alive passes from them
like a bubble...so long...
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Tuesday, July 16, 2013
I will come in another form
you will come in another form
and each form we take
will add or subtract from our woes
this is what happens to all
who forget they're immortal
or think they can spin that to advantage
in always another form to inhabit
always another life through which to stumble
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you will come in another form
and each form we take
will add or subtract from our woes
this is what happens to all
who forget they're immortal
or think they can spin that to advantage
in always another form to inhabit
always another life through which to stumble
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America's lost it's way?
America's dead and gone!
the guilty run wild
protected by law
while the innocent victims
have no rights at all...
spare me the shit
about no one being wholly
guilty or innocence
that's an excuse to hide behind
guilty or innocent in our
equivalent degrees
we've lost the Light
and America's still dead and gone
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Monday, July 15, 2013
AN UNEQUAL SPIRIT OF SHARING
I will give you no reason to hate...
you will supply that yourself
and I will not glory
in the vindication
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you will supply that yourself
and I will not glory
in the vindication
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Sunday, July 14, 2013
AMERICA THE DISGRACEFUL
nothing's different
take your pick
no justice for blacks
grief to homosexuals
women back in their places
shit in the cups of the homeless...
and this was the country
supposed to lead us all into the Light?
and you wonder why I want
to set fire to everything?
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take your pick
no justice for blacks
grief to homosexuals
women back in their places
shit in the cups of the homeless...
and this was the country
supposed to lead us all into the Light?
and you wonder why I want
to set fire to everything?
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how on earth
can a man
be acquitted for
killing an unarmed boy
and call it self-defense?
easy when the boy
is an uarmed black male...
this
is "post-Racial America?"
what catch-phrase
will our ruling hucksters
come up with
to spin the word "tyranny?"
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can a man
be acquitted for
killing an unarmed boy
and call it self-defense?
easy when the boy
is an uarmed black male...
this
is "post-Racial America?"
what catch-phrase
will our ruling hucksters
come up with
to spin the word "tyranny?"
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Saturday, July 13, 2013
when we wind up
is anyone's guess
our choices guide down
every false path in the tangle
but your wits will keep you
on some kind of course
even if it leads back to the hell
from which you started
I doubt my feet
I doubt my sense of direction
I doubt the Love that alleges to guide me
and in that I have no doubt
in this we are all One
the same One the only One...
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is anyone's guess
our choices guide down
every false path in the tangle
but your wits will keep you
on some kind of course
even if it leads back to the hell
from which you started
I doubt my feet
I doubt my sense of direction
I doubt the Love that alleges to guide me
and in that I have no doubt
in this we are all One
the same One the only One...
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to travel and wonder
in the earth
as souls arrive in blessed
specificity
and die out in the
common deaths
of uncommon lives
is to be traffic
coursing the pavements
of sky that in
your time will bury you
under in your destination...
all souls leaving by
another way...
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in the earth
as souls arrive in blessed
specificity
and die out in the
common deaths
of uncommon lives
is to be traffic
coursing the pavements
of sky that in
your time will bury you
under in your destination...
all souls leaving by
another way...
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Thursday, July 11, 2013
I wander as I always do
always have and always will
here and now and now and then
up the slope and down the hill
and whatever scene I pass through
is like the many I've seen before
and shall see until who knows when
I wander beyond and see no more?
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always have and always will
here and now and now and then
up the slope and down the hill
and whatever scene I pass through
is like the many I've seen before
and shall see until who knows when
I wander beyond and see no more?
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A SHIFT
...been feeling odd for days...
a little (how shall we say?) queasy...
never quite knowing which foot
to put forward and stalling
at every turn...
the same road I've been traveling for sure
but a shift...
a sense of a tiny modulation of movement
in a slightly changed direction...
what a sense of adventure and thrill
I would feel in younger days
at such a shift
but not now...not after all the tiresome detours
down which my mistakes have led me...
and to where this shift goes
makes no difference to me
unless it is finally down and out
off of this path and beyond anything I've known before...
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a little (how shall we say?) queasy...
never quite knowing which foot
to put forward and stalling
at every turn...
the same road I've been traveling for sure
but a shift...
a sense of a tiny modulation of movement
in a slightly changed direction...
what a sense of adventure and thrill
I would feel in younger days
at such a shift
but not now...not after all the tiresome detours
down which my mistakes have led me...
and to where this shift goes
makes no difference to me
unless it is finally down and out
off of this path and beyond anything I've known before...
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Tuesday, July 9, 2013
EMPTY VESSEL
how hard to be free and easy
where Ego assaults the Self
incrementally
and all that's left is a battered
body pleading the fifth...
starlight in the east
merciless in its twinkling
under the empty vessel of heart
that receives nothing...
but when you dissociate from yourself
and your dual nature is one
in that nothingness how easy then
to be in that emptiness
and call it peace and joy...
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where Ego assaults the Self
incrementally
and all that's left is a battered
body pleading the fifth...
starlight in the east
merciless in its twinkling
under the empty vessel of heart
that receives nothing...
but when you dissociate from yourself
and your dual nature is one
in that nothingness how easy then
to be in that emptiness
and call it peace and joy...
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MESSIAH APPROACHING?
surely an avatar approaches—
surely the last tears of Esau
fall—
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surely the last tears of Esau
fall—
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SO QUICKLY
my homesickness is getting
the better of me
long I’ve waited to be released
and oh so shortly I will be
old
so quickly I got old...
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the better of me
long I’ve waited to be released
and oh so shortly I will be
old
so quickly I got old...
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EVIDENCE
evidence
we leave evidence
with every move
willed or not
might as well
identify yourself
by eating
corn
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PERPETUAL RERUNS
And yet again, we replay the past…Incorrigible souls from Atlantis reincarnate to again try to dominate the peoples of the world! (So few seem to get it…so few seem to ever learn…even with thousands of years to do so…)
Are those still crazed with insane thirst for power any fewer? Are those who’ve learned and transformed themselves any better for it?
God leaves everything in our hands…and damns us for having it in our hands!
And yet again, we replay the past…our error too much…God’s Mercy too little…
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GATHERED THOUGHTS
…gray morning old muse wanted and denied revisiting...
*
…dull amber apartment lights gleam faintly in the monochrome air…
*
…bare branches holding brilliant clusters of autumn leaves last of the season…
*
…throngs of children and mothers school-bound…some fathers too…the enterprise continues its inexorable pattern…generations surge like waves through time…
*
…eye ear tongue fingers…sight sound taste touch…and variations thereof…
*
…created by what we create…known by what we know…this is our world…by God’s leave…
*
…cold silver sky…looking out the window…a child again observing the morning…
*
…identity…the sum of these ordinary events and my perception…reasserts…
*
…empty hands…releasing the past to gain what is to come…to lose it in the course of its term…
*
what the future hides
the present decides
*
lobotomize the Mass Mind quick
while there's still Life left to save
*
Value the friend who will not involve you in his penance.
*
I am turning before the eye of another; that is, another I viewing the turning.
*
Only at reunion with the All—does one finally possess the shared face.
*
One grows silent in one's ranting when there is certainty there is no chance to prevail against the established order.
*
Where go the herds, go the parasites.
*
Only in this world is the parasite a king.
*
Oppressor and oppressed share a single face.
*
Knowledge is always after the fact.
*
you can’t disdain the world then expect it to make a place for you…
*
Name a god…and you name yourself…
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OUR FORMS
The mountain edge straight
Before the air flowing down
And around the rock
*
Move with air as one
Align with vectors of Grace
Self a part of All
*
Before the high wind
Comes the movement of air on
The taut straight muscle
*
The bird’s wing adheres
To the vectors of grace that
Conduct its lone flight
*
Energy flows through
The straight line of level thought
In concentration
*
You are the funnel
Of never changing power
Manifest in grace
*
Deep the steep long held
Breath released slowly in one
Measure cleansed…rising…
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HOPE NOT HOPE
Hope has always been my downfall
And faith my fatal mistake…
But the vanity of righteousness
Strikes deep and hard
For to know no forgiveness
Is to know no mercy
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I AM WHAT I WAS
Why do I rage so?
Because I am Wreacca
And have no friend
Or family
With which to unload and share
The wrath
And for all
The spiritual purge
This lamenting affords
I bear it alone
And add more to my hurt and harm
Than any healing itself
Would cure…
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Sunday, July 7, 2013
BAGGAGE UNLOADED
vigorously
did I curse God
and die yet
one more time
weeped my last tears
over the un-redoable past
muttered the final
verdict on those
who screwed me...
I mean how many loose ends
can I tie up?
how many times can I drain
the pus and cleanse the wound?
for the love of all
that's allegedly holy
how much closure do I need?
I'm empty as a beer bottle
after a barbeque and there's no more
I can seal shut and await
some venial judgment
you want to suffer?
you go right ahead
I've exhausted my capacity
and am happy to go howling into the night...
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did I curse God
and die yet
one more time
weeped my last tears
over the un-redoable past
muttered the final
verdict on those
who screwed me...
I mean how many loose ends
can I tie up?
how many times can I drain
the pus and cleanse the wound?
for the love of all
that's allegedly holy
how much closure do I need?
I'm empty as a beer bottle
after a barbeque and there's no more
I can seal shut and await
some venial judgment
you want to suffer?
you go right ahead
I've exhausted my capacity
and am happy to go howling into the night...
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NOW I WILL...
Awake
Now I will
Do what
I must
Despite
What God
Will
Allow
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THE HEAT OF THE DAY
how petty
the goals of a lifetime
when all you want
is shade and water
now...
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the goals of a lifetime
when all you want
is shade and water
now...
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Saturday, July 6, 2013
HOW WE LOVE OUR POETS
how we love to read Rumi
and walk around thinking
how enlightened we are
what sadness Rumi must endure
looking from wherever he is
to see his wisdom become a fashionable hat...
we all love dropping profound quotes and sayings
into out social natter and thinking we come out
looking so superior...
can you imagine what hell on earth
if people really got what Rumi had to say
and tried to live it as he called it?
better they shut their mouths and for once
gave a listen to others...
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and walk around thinking
how enlightened we are
what sadness Rumi must endure
looking from wherever he is
to see his wisdom become a fashionable hat...
we all love dropping profound quotes and sayings
into out social natter and thinking we come out
looking so superior...
can you imagine what hell on earth
if people really got what Rumi had to say
and tried to live it as he called it?
better they shut their mouths and for once
gave a listen to others...
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LESSONS
lessons are hard
but acceptance is harder
grace is a piddling
drop-in-the-bucket
you must be perfect already
for grace or mercy or love
to kick in...what good is love?
not much in this world...but what lesson assures?
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but acceptance is harder
grace is a piddling
drop-in-the-bucket
you must be perfect already
for grace or mercy or love
to kick in...what good is love?
not much in this world...but what lesson assures?
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POST BEGINNING "WHAT THE FUCK?"
what the fuck?
what kind of bastard am I
that I gave all
and no one will give back?
remember that lifetime you took and took
and kept it all for yourself?
yeah...and...
oh...never mind...
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what kind of bastard am I
that I gave all
and no one will give back?
remember that lifetime you took and took
and kept it all for yourself?
yeah...and...
oh...never mind...
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NO ONE
no one's going to lift
a finger to help you
they're making it on their own
you make it on your own
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a finger to help you
they're making it on their own
you make it on your own
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PLAUSIBLE DENIABILITY
why step into the unknown
when you can cling to your skin
(long as it endures)
and claim you didn't know better?
know better about what was so plain...
that loving others before yourself
fulfilled you...
that being a servant is greater than
being a king...
that by being the least of all
you are among the greatest of all...
why step into the unknown then
and face the fire your flesh hid you from so well?
oh fools you fool no one...no denials plausible...
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when you can cling to your skin
(long as it endures)
and claim you didn't know better?
know better about what was so plain...
that loving others before yourself
fulfilled you...
that being a servant is greater than
being a king...
that by being the least of all
you are among the greatest of all...
why step into the unknown then
and face the fire your flesh hid you from so well?
oh fools you fool no one...no denials plausible...
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IF YOU'RE ALIVE IN THIS EARTH YOU DESERVE THE MISERY
everyone's so glad to be alive...
if they only knew how deeply that cuts
if they only known the sin of their ignorance
your live is hard
but being alive is harder
because you will survive death and find
your error is unchanged
and God has NO mercy for you....
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if they only knew how deeply that cuts
if they only known the sin of their ignorance
your live is hard
but being alive is harder
because you will survive death and find
your error is unchanged
and God has NO mercy for you....
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AS IF LOVE MATTERED
as if love mattered
they embraced and kissed
in the summer heat
she woman-drawn but open
to other suggestions
and he open to anything
they blessed each other
with embraces and kisses
then went about their business
until the next call of freedom and
acquiescence would gather them
in their hesitant desire
oh how many barriers to freedom we endure
looking for each other as if love mattered...
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they embraced and kissed
in the summer heat
she woman-drawn but open
to other suggestions
and he open to anything
they blessed each other
with embraces and kisses
then went about their business
until the next call of freedom and
acquiescence would gather them
in their hesitant desire
oh how many barriers to freedom we endure
looking for each other as if love mattered...
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HE CHASED HIS BELOVED
he chased his beloved
trying to match
his history to hers
trying to convince her
they were soul mates
and meant to endure
through common suffering
and as years peeled away
and vows to work through their fates
things got harder than they
could endure and it nearly
killed them but that was the point
he chased himself into a corner with her
and they waited together for some judgment...
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trying to match
his history to hers
trying to convince her
they were soul mates
and meant to endure
through common suffering
and as years peeled away
and vows to work through their fates
things got harder than they
could endure and it nearly
killed them but that was the point
he chased himself into a corner with her
and they waited together for some judgment...
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A LIFE PHILOSOPHY
...spinach before ice cream...
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Friday, July 5, 2013
THIS DOESN'T NEED A SPECIFIC TITLE BUT ASSHOLE BLOGGER NOW INSISTS
many people love the idea of eternity...
I speak for those who look at it as if
it were a long dull affair of sameness
and lack of passion...
we don't know and we'll never know
as long as we thing in these skins
(paradise may be an endless place of celebration
for all I know but anything's a step up from the world
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I speak for those who look at it as if
it were a long dull affair of sameness
and lack of passion...
we don't know and we'll never know
as long as we thing in these skins
(paradise may be an endless place of celebration
for all I know but anything's a step up from the world
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HERE'S THE DEAL
THERE! now that that obtuse metaphysical stuff
is out of the way we can get down to business
here’s the deal…we’re all souls traveling
some aethereal goat track back to some God/Goddess
of goodness and mercy (whose idea of love is Tough Love alas)
I didn’t sign on for this and either did you
now the question of what to do and how comes up
oh and the answer's not good…for us...
oh the One wasn't kidding no indeed
you suffer and strain onward...
but you have no say in your amendment
you do what you have to and how you do it
(beyond your deceptive knowledge)
will determine how (as Villon knew) your neck
will learn the weight of your ass...
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SOMETHING ELSE WE CRAVE
my working forebrain
is chafing against the stupidity
that are the values worshipped by
the most hated generation in history
the smug pretense of superiority
of those who think they know what button to push
what icon to move with their jittery fingers...
and the new ignoramuses repeat a form
they perfected in lifetimes past
(obviously the dolts haven't learned
in a fuckin' thing in all their time
between earthly incarnations)
and shamelessly worship their total self-centeredness
thankyouthefuckverymuch...
ah to be either dead or far into the country
with the tribe who has accepted me
into their post-apocalyptic commune
when the grid of civilization falls at least
and these assholes run wild and murderous
through the streets
not knowing what to do in real time
we keep a low profile among them covered (we hope)
by something else we crave that isn't another shuck...
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is chafing against the stupidity
that are the values worshipped by
the most hated generation in history
the smug pretense of superiority
of those who think they know what button to push
what icon to move with their jittery fingers...
and the new ignoramuses repeat a form
they perfected in lifetimes past
(obviously the dolts haven't learned
in a fuckin' thing in all their time
between earthly incarnations)
and shamelessly worship their total self-centeredness
thankyouthefuckverymuch...
ah to be either dead or far into the country
with the tribe who has accepted me
into their post-apocalyptic commune
when the grid of civilization falls at least
and these assholes run wild and murderous
through the streets
not knowing what to do in real time
we keep a low profile among them covered (we hope)
by something else we crave that isn't another shuck...
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ERAS
alone between the changing
of times and eras
I've never felt so free
to die
and leave the horrors
the earthbound embrace
to live in the permanent air
that surrounds our worldly titivations
time now to not to rob or steal
but to take back what was taken from us
and if that makes us no better than the thieves
then so what? we are all thieves of one kind or another
and waking up to that fact is only a beginning
of our moral self-examinations here in this new era...this 'yet-another'
fresh start...
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of times and eras
I've never felt so free
to die
and leave the horrors
the earthbound embrace
to live in the permanent air
that surrounds our worldly titivations
time now to not to rob or steal
but to take back what was taken from us
and if that makes us no better than the thieves
then so what? we are all thieves of one kind or another
and waking up to that fact is only a beginning
of our moral self-examinations here in this new era...this 'yet-another'
fresh start...
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Tuesday, July 2, 2013
IN HEAVEN (JUST ASK LUDWIG W.)
time is speeding
up so much
if this keeps up
much longer
we're going
to wind up in heaven
meaning right
where we are...
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up so much
if this keeps up
much longer
we're going
to wind up in heaven
meaning right
where we are...
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O.K. NOW?
I ask for trouble
just getting
out of bed
in the morning
now at 5:00 EDT
the better part of
the day done...oh
don't ask...
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just getting
out of bed
in the morning
now at 5:00 EDT
the better part of
the day done...oh
don't ask...
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STUPID BLOGSPOT
now everything needs a title
or it won't post
so this one will do nicely
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or it won't post
so this one will do nicely
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THE REASON
I gave up my purpose
fulfilled and true
it was not for me
but it was for you...
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fulfilled and true
it was not for me
but it was for you...
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Monday, July 1, 2013
HELL, HUH?
real hell isn't being
at the end of your rope...
real hell is trying
to climb back up it
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at the end of your rope...
real hell is trying
to climb back up it
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