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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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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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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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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we so want to know

even about ourselves


though as far as ourselves

we are always the last to know...





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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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I've learned to beg

to crawl to plead

for a taste of your flesh

for a drop of your love


my lone wolf days

led me to this


the taste of your flesh

the drop of your love







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every new path

is an old one revisited


you go nowhere

until you learned this


this fork or that

stay or go


every path leads back

to where it started





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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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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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never forget

we are alone


each of us

in creation


and under the Eye

of What Source of Life


and only by joining

our aloneness


do we overcome

our loneliness


and become that Eye

and what what It sees


and is what

It is...




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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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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'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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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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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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nothing's your fault


shit just happens

and you think

you walk away clean


no wonder you think you're gods

Life does everything

but always blames you


do your 'clean' hands tell you anything?





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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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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 think I hate you?

well maybe I do


but it's only a self-projection

of my own failures


my time has run out

and my spirit is spent


I'll glad leave your world

your hell to you





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the sop of religion

eases the mind and heart


you tried your best

and it came to naught


and even you will pay

for your sulking vanity


defeated in the snares

of perfection in which we are caught





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all outcry feeble

against the Law


the tyrannies of man

trying to imitate God


all are wrong

all are done


and the judgment on your doings

the corrections of your vanity





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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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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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what is right action

when nothing matters?


let divine vengeance

destroy even our contrition


and atonement...(it is not our will)

let us who know better...love...


and forgive...for all our Oneness

we each die alone...







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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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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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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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the call to heaven


(sadly for the earthbound...)


always leads through

the hectoring of hell


so we follow...

a dream torn


on every spike


lining the road that dulls our vision

to a doubt in life


that little in earth will soothe...




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all anyone can say

is "Here I am!"


and all anyone else can say

is "Here I go!"


isn't it great

to be loved?


(a question best

left unanswered...)





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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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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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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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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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MESSIAH APPROACHING?

surely an avatar approaches—

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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A LIFE PHILOSOPHY

...spinach before ice cream...






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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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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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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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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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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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STUPID BLOGSPOT

now everything needs a title

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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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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