Tuesday, March 31, 2015

the Void stretches out to infinity

in glittering starlight

the remains of life

sparkle in the ice and snow

of the end of all process

complete and at peace

stand in the shivering darkness

and love the light that glimmers

on the ice fields of unscalable heights

that light is the seed of new creation

should there be any more creation

we have nothing to say but only to look

transfixed in the suchness of being

as we stretch with the Void into infinity

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I will live in the present moment

whatever that will get me

I'll at least be with those I love

and we'll all go down together

if love matters at all

then this is the value in life

if love matters at all

then our 'salvation' is here and now

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I don't care what happens

to me anymore

even doing right

changes nothing

love and do what you will

what does it matter?

you'll live or die by the whim of a maniac

and it'll be all your fault

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
God is Love. Discuss. - Stephen Reynolds

God is an asshole at best

end of discussion

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 30, 2015

involve yourself

with the cosmos

pontificate on

the heavens

weep for the alienation

that separates people

from themselves

ponder the aspects

of your imagined deity

all you please

and ache over the sadness of life

but still will you need

at times a few bucks in your pocket

and a beer and a love

and a moment to breathe

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
hollow as a heart

my will is gutted

and I have only

to search the sky

for a last cloud formation

to encode all I've lost

in this life to give me

aspirations I no longer feel

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

it's been said

if it weren't for God's grace

the world would have ended by now

I don't know what's staying the hand of the One

but this ugly world we've created

and congratulate ourselves on so thoroughly

is so ripe for its destruction

I can't imagine what God's wrath is like if this

is his love

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm not all that greatly evolved

I cannot forgive the enemy who holds a blade to my throat

but if he's about his business

then I will gladly die

I'll go on and he'll suffer

with my blood on his hands

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
there's so much more to life itself

than this hardbitten world

but you cling to it

as if your life depended on it

it's not the truth

it's not the reality

and if you cling to this world so hard

you deserve to die with it

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
what will it take to find even a little peace

but to surrender the ego enough

to lose its selfish frightened clinging

and not renounce the self that is

our eternal abiding life?

what will it take to wake people up

to themselves and to find themselves

but losing themselves?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
happy now

that you've ruined everything you had

to try and attain

what was never yours to begin with?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
why do we covet what another has

when we ourselves have the same things?

in essence this is true

in outcomes it's inequitable

because we are pledged to the outcomes

embracing the morphing displays of ego

and not to the essence which is the grounding

for all our living

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
human nature wrecks the earth

every second of every day

but I hold will those of us

who hope we know better

and struggle to maintain

some control over our ravening rages

keeping our hands in

for the sake of making a graceful ending

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 27, 2015

suicidal maniacs take others down

with them into the grave

wild animals disguised as humans

ravage the streets

those that rule still hold the keys to the kingdom

and withhold entrance to others

and so many just wring their hands at the injustices

and suffer from battered compassion

lift a hand against such evils

and you yourself are culpable

we are all involved in these daily murders

and worsen our involvement with the trite wisdom

that this is the world

and the world is unfixable

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
stuck in twilight

we remember the day

and imagine the night

fever dreams of the lost

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

sweeter nights will bless the spring buds

when we are gone under the tree

to nourish them

with the blessings of the soil

and the memory

of our eternal stars overhead

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I thought for a minute I plateaued

but that was a mistake of perspective

from a cliff edge I hit

during a decline

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come down to the kitchen

the light is dim and electric blue

like the old florescent lights

that sputtered in the kitchens

of my childhood

the night is cool

and traffic in some distance

roars like waves on a shore

come down

sit with me

the radio is playing doom

in soft mellow muzak

the coffee is warm

and 4 a.m. wouldn't feel so lonely

if you came down and joined me

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I long for that white endless horizon

always receding farther away

as long as I am in this skin

no less frustrating or frightening

for the knowing

that any moment will catapult me there

and all the longing will be as naught

for what was always one moment and one step away

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
hovering overhead

birds of a different aspect

vultures keening

as they circle

they too are of the air

they too land on the earth

then rise again


Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I seek shade in the desert

I bake in the sun

and imagine an oasis

it is my last thought

before a shade enters me

and what I seek I find

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

flatlands after rain

the mist rises in the glowing sun

the wet clay clings to feet

eager to be on their way

but with no idea

to where or to what

or to why

just movement toward what is everywhere

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
under rainy skies

we huddle under the eaves

we rejoice when one joins us

and weep when one leaves

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
my freedom is an illusion

fed by envy for the flying birds

they ride the winds

to wherever they'll go

but I am blown aimlessly

over the earth

and across the sky

not knowing heaven or earth as my home

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

what do I care if no one understands?

I don't understand

and I'm as at sea trying to dope it out

as anyone else who mistakes some port

on their way as a final destination

bribe the official with ignorance

get canned for his uncompromising adherence

to some murderous code of honor

every port in a storm

is a storm onto itself

and no one understands why

and I don't understand why

so we stay adrift in the stormy sea

holding our journeys if nothing else

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
suffering makes one almost autistic

with the slow killing of the fatal mistake

that delivered one to one's downfall

all the rage targeting heaven

the blasphemies nothing more

than self-hatred directed at an imagined deity

but the pain is real for the sufferer

writhing in a tangle down a frightened street

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
idiots rule when elephants fly...


there's another one lifting off....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


I ignore the herd

and wander off

enjoying the solitude

those silly cows sully

and while I may die alone

and broken

at the least

I'll go as my own bull

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
we have responsibility for our souls


for my part

I take responsibility

for the happiness

I feel when I say

to hell with everything

I'll die the way I lived

drugged sexed at peace with nature and...well...happy....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


the One is leaving me to die where I drop

it gouged its price and demands our adoration

but all I've learned from this is the hard way

of the life source itself

no grace no love no mercy no forgiveness

just our sins and our price squeezed out of us

and all blame on us for what we did not create

life disgusting from top to bottom

and just trying saying this truth

and see what you get from it

more misery more suffering more pain

because there is no love or grace or mercy or forgiveness

because the source of life will not have it

never to lift a finger to help us but always ready to punish and destroy

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

what will you say to me now?

now that we've destroyed our love

with each other's mistaken notions

of who each of us were?

as long as things were happy and easy

there was nothing we couldn't face

but when hard reality made its claim

suddenly nothing mattered any more

you have your resentments and I have mine

we both made the same mistakes

for the same exact reasons when we thought

love would resolve our crooked paths

and what will we say to each other now

that we can't hear and we can't admit our culpability?

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Monday, March 23, 2015

no sense to any of this

but oh the absolution

of our ignorance...

the One may not accept that

but then the One accepts nothing

but Its own satisfaction...

and if all consequence is on us

then indeed love and do what you will....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
oh for the love of Christ now what?

I survived my privations

and still I wonder where death is

what more must I endure

before judgment is satisfied?

what more do we all have to suffer

before we are free to find our place

where life is no joy

and death is no release?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


then something

then something else

from that

I'm not alive

I'm not dead

I just am that I am

like that which made us

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
beyond the pale

it's cold and dark out here

no sign of god

no sign of anyone

just consciousness of nothing

just echoes of memory

dissolving back into

silence and nothingness

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

the broken heart finds full relief

after it has been broken

no false hopes trying to mend

the tears and no more love

to glue back together

the hurt pieces that tried so hard

to amend and heal and failed anyway

only the fading bittersweet ache

fading into the past gives way

to the soothing calm of defeat

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
belief is the easiest way

to be led away from truth

and since truth is so variable

where do you find a hope

to believe in?

stumbling blind is our way in the earth

the darkness where there is nothing

but yourself and that of which you're made....

Content 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 20, 2015

the road lengthens

the farther we walk on it

instead of coming nearer

our destination

it stretches farther away

as we approach it

if I were to stand still

all movement would stop

or if I were to stand still

the road would shrink down

to no farther than my next step...

but no matter what I do

there is still a road leading

to some ultimate destination....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
make any of your plans flexible

because life itself may change the game

and if you have no backup

you'll wind up broken and lame

and even a backup may not do it

you have to make do on the fly

and see through any consequence

until the moment you die

here's you word here's the signal

the starting gun the dust left from hooves

in flight down the circled track

that leads us back where we made our first moves

follow where it will lead...you've no other choice

but to make with your hands and celebrate with your voice....

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I'm in free fall now

I'll land where I will

whatever death I face

life will go on still

I've no idea what it will mean

for you or for me

but whatever happens next

we'll have to wait and see

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

how sweet the cool of the evening

when the blaze of the sun is over

and the violet twilight in the western sky

announces peace beyond all knowing

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
blind trust in an illusion

is what makes worldly power strong

and the weak yearn for the strength

that the world's rulers embrace

in the reality of death

and the total apathy toward it

that the powerful ignore thinking

they could be stronger than it

and not caring whether they are or not

as long as they are alive in their skins

they'll know nothing

not even themselves and the weak who envy them

are no better themselves

blind trust in nothing but what they can hold in their hands

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I've been broken

score one for the 'love' of 'god'

now as I try to piece myself

back together again

every wrong fit will have to be

ripped apart to star again

and that will also be added

to my cosmic manifest

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the world is what it is

but I am not longer who I was

the damn place got the better of me

and now I join those I despise

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nobility attracts the worst elements

after all it's just another

rotting piece of meat

and maggots don't care what carcass they infest

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
of course you'll be missed

when you die

think of your creditors your dependents

the bum on the street you studiously ignored

they'll note your absence

regret the hold they've lost on you

then go elsewhere

for their need to coerce

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I wish I could be

more graceful about my suffering

but it hurts like hell

and no one else cares

so why should I nobly suffer

on their account?

they'll be lucky to have some guy

at the morning breakfast wagon remember them

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
if I had any more 'good' friends

I'd have more pallbearers than any man'd need

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I had a hot idea

and watched it go to hell

seems my backers

couldn't think of

a practical way to exploit it

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
as my night ends

another's day dawns

and laurels will fall from brows

and roses will bloom for their moment

and as another's night ends

yet another's day will climb

on and on until there are

no more nights and no more days

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
aspire to the heights

and put all your love

into the endeavor

lest the world

and all who claim

to love you so

chain you to their ground

and hate you for your trying to rise

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I did not create fire

but I did get burned

from the hospital bed

I see the late afternoon sun

painting copper all the facades

of the city for at least this day at peace

all my love went into sunsets

and twilights but also at times

the soft melancholies of dawn

and mist and rising sun

I love the cool of the brilliant night

but expect to die on a hot summer day

I did not create this love

but I surely got burned

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I did not think until too late

that love could turn to frenzied hate

or that trying to make amends would worsen

the situation and lessen the person

from big-hearted trust to implacable rage

resentments pacing in a cage

where once were no bars or despair

only happy creatures in the light and open air

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spotted on the horizon...

a distant shore

much like a mirage....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

we sweat and struggle

and wonder if there's such a thing

as grace

why is everyone else sailing along

and we get snagged on every rock in the reef?

well who says everyone else is sailing along?

why doesn't the world work for us?

well who says it works for everyone else?

grace may be available to those

who believe and trust in it

but why are we denied it?

are we denied it? maybe it would be there for us

if we stopped sweating and wondering

if there's such a thing as grace....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the hell of earth

is what we've earned

the hell of earth

is where we burn

the hell of earth

is a fire by which we see

our illusions celebrated

as if they were divine mysteries

but the hell of earth

is only so because we make it thus

the light of the hell of earth

is the light in which we see again

the darkness we've created

lit like a glowing candle at its end

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Tuesday, March 17, 2015

where goes the past

will go the future

what you do

right here right now

will show the continuity

the entity you truly are

looking through the eye slits

of your current disguise

in the only moment

I'm eternally 21

though this body tries as it will

to disabuse me of that reality

but this body will fall to its reality

and I will hold the content ever in being

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the fall has been accomplished

and the rising remains to be seen

fine as long as where I'm going

is different from where I've been

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you are best with stubbornness

stonefaced against the soft wearing away of


that's why I worship you

I am lost

because I am free

bending with the flow of tides

peccant to a fault

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wrong for years…

and uncomfortable realizing it now…

what friends said behind my back…

how stupid I must have seemed….

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

from behind the thicket of the soft morning wood

I heard the last coo of the mourning dove

but by time I got there

it was gone....

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full moon setting in a cold mist

old life done

sun rising in a golden blur

who's day do I watch

dawning as foam crowns the shore?

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Saturday, March 14, 2015

I work toward my release

and do not know its worth

our choices of good and bad

are illusions to our condition

whatever we do hangs in the balance

its value wasting into destruction

why work after all when release is inevitable

and I'll never know its worth at all

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in the heavens

forever is always

in the earth

all things end

this is the fact

this is the blessing

that whatever it is to which we go

there will be an end of this worldly mockery of life

do I want to find out when and where?

does it even matter at all?

it will come when it will

and it will go as it must

and we can do nothing but go along

burnished in the pure fire of passing

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"Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord"

the only truth

I've ever found

in Scriptures

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Friday, March 13, 2015


and so our suffering is just

the bread of communion at last

we all suffer under the strictures of the One

and none of us is exempt

and yet how common it is

to forget this reality

as we pursue our own ends

clinging to what we think

is "our truth" and second-guessing

a reality beyond our comprehension

that the One is an asshole at best

is  a reality we must make peace with and accept

at least we know right from wrong and will strive for

for what is best despite the consequences

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now that I've spent all my pain and anger

now that I've exhausted all grace

run out of all luck

and bug-eyed see my time just about up

what changes to make

what healing to try

if all I've done has sealed me in this tomb of self

and left me watching the way ahead

open like a highway before an amputee

what then with so little life left in this sojourn

mess made damage done pay fully paid

and lesson learned to no grief

what funeral fire of soul ahead

to lift that dependable old standby the phoenix....

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I leave you goats and sheep where you are

have the delusion that I'm "speaking my truth"

while you are judging me from yours

our "Oneness" drags all of us down

and the One puts its hands in its pockets

and strolls away whistling

not once acknowledging any complicity

"I Am That I Am" goes only so far

but if there is no grace or mercy or forgiveness

then why bother? if the Source of All Life

wants nothing more than obedience that will be punished

in any and all cases then truly what point in living?

but live we will despite our destruction at "God's Vengeance"

live and go on until whatever end as the cattle we can only be....

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let our psychotic power-mad Source of Life

have its murderous way

the One may have no mercy or grace

or love or forgiveness for its creatures

but as long as we exist

we'll do our best even as the One

does its worse

oh hell of life....

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done down by morons

my whole life long

but what am I

but yet another moron

for thinking he could rise above

this shit

that the Almighty itself has mandated

in its self-serving thuggery

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99% of humanity

are grinning sheep

frightened of real moments

of passion and anger

99% of humanity

needs to be sheared

for their coats and butchered

for their complicity

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

the falsity of people

deserves terror as a punishment

people killing each other

until nothing is left

but their excuses

and even then

what a joy to see

a truth prevail

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

I've been saying goodbye for so long

I'd begun to wonder when it would truly be

well the time has finally really come

and I am more than ready to go

no matter what I have to face

on the other side of this life

eternal life or nothingness

at this point I don't care

I'll go and it will be what it will be

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where have you gone without me?

our sufferings reduced

to an old American Songbook standard

showing there is nothing unique

about our pain

love will kill every sad delusion we've held about love

and that is our perpetually sad condition

in the earth which like God does not forgive

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when you realize you're done

it is the most graceful thing to do

to stop trying so hard

and retire from the scene

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it is all I could do to keep up

but my strength failed finally

and now I am left on the side

watching the ongoing life

come to those incoming souls

so they may do their damage

to the earthly life

just like I and mine did in our time

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Saturday, March 7, 2015

when we finally let go of ourselves

only then will we find ourselves

as we actually are

and all our imaginings

will fade with all the sorrow

we incurred trying so hard

to be more than we could be

letting go of all that is not us....

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oh such false hope...

you said you found a way forward

and I knew you were heading back to some old time

longer ago now than the second that has just past us

oh this is how we lost our minds

we think we're doing such good

and all we do is add to our foolishness

and we call our unfortunate errors determinative harm

while our imagined good is some impossibility

to our shame recognized only afterward the fact

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what more do you need to break you

out of your delusion of repentance?

you decide nothing

you suffer for your sins

and you try to go forward

despite what reckoning you must face

and you must keep going forward if you don't want

to be stuck with this mess of a life on your burden

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eternity may be the name of the game

but you have no access until you've finished

whatever earthly term you're enduring at this instant

don't believe the bullshit of organized religion

and take extreme caution with the New Age hucksters

who think there's nothing you can't do

despite what karma you're suffering under...

your payment exceeds the easy slogans of power-mad

sleaze artists...good God you have your own shit to settle

without adding the misdirection these assholes are offering...

do you really have to be told to trust yourself?

do you even know what that means?

eternity is the name of the game

and don't doubt blues runs the game....

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Friday, March 6, 2015


I gave up on wondering who I am

I've always been me and haven't changed much

and yet I've been many different persons

what connection between the me I was

and the me I am and how does

the subjectivity of other's view me

yolk us together?

do they who remember me at 14

recognize humbled 62?

do they even care except for spite

and malicious gossip to fill up their boredom?

shall I put my face on a milk carton?

shall I leave cryptic clues under doormats?

I'll rid myself of a false nose and wonder who the hell

you are....

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what happens to others should be no concern to you

although others are concerned about you

what tricky exchanges

of mind and heart

it is to love but not interfere with what

a loved one must do

and to suffer out of compassion

because you yourself know what they're up against

true there is nothing we can do for anyone else

also true that compassion will compel us

to what what we can

the responsibility of each of us is to ourselves

but that includes being of service to others in time of need

what tricky exchanges to love and to suffer

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only the fool waits for and expects a miracle

the wise man works with comes to him

and apotheosis does not matter

what matters is the doing

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what an unbelievable day!

the One did His asshole routine

to such a pitch

that one thought creation itself

would fall part at every seam!

why does the One go totally berserk

on some days?

we are said to be made in His Image

let's look at ourselves to find out why....

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when does Power ever

listen to Truth?

especially when that Power

is Ultimate Truth?

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today my head

is filled with

thoughts of heaven

because my earthly life

is such a hell

no way in and

no way out

except for here where I stand

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

the egret cries

as it skims over the water

I watch and feel

my heart flutter away

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abandon yourself to your effort and let the tally resolve itself

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why must the fool be wise and the serious so lacking in wisdom?

gross contradiction or wondrous paradox

I still cannot tell wheat from chaff or gold from dross

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expectation blocks the flow

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calm before the storm is really bliss before the ignorance

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good is never rewarded because it is expected

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oh will you miss me then

my all-too-human love

your tears and mine leave us bereft

as we wonder what went wrong

unless it was right for us to fail

a cosmic price needing payment

and all we had as nothing was something else we missed

oh will we miss each other then....

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the way home

is as fraught with danger

as the paths leading

to new calamities

in the morphings of the world

oh all is pain dislocation and shame

here in the appointed hell of creation

and treacherous is the road we choose

for the heaven we imagine

and whatever the actual home in god

or big bang or black hole

or dark matter

nothing makes one sadder

than to miss it for our blinding tears

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peace and transcendence

are dreams to which the broken cling

and if the broken do mend in some holiness

enlightenment will come so secretly

and suddenly that the broken

won't know it until after the fact

and then the fallen condition will be

as if it never were and released unnoted

for being achieved

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I don't recall what will

finally kill me out of this world

(my higher self

may know but I don't)

I am an imprint

on some entity that

is really me and will

go forward on its journey

carrying this identity

as an addition to its burden

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oh maybe there is grace

and maybe there is mercy

and maybe forgiveness will come

even in the midst of our bewilderment

but even this cannot be known

or trusted as certain as the permanence

is as far above us as pinwheeling galaxies

colliding with each other in ordained flux

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I never believed

life would be so hard

that no dicy blend

of selfless will

and anguished acquiescence

would fail to guide a soul right

but that is the way we find it

we have no control over anything

except our next move and even

that choice is subject to negation

I wasted a life living in the delusion

of a good forgiving god when all there was

was a great leveling and those left standing

would wish themselves dead

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Monday, March 2, 2015

hear everything come down to street level

the music of spheres hum through the sighs of melancholy

while the daily cacophony distracts with the flat static

of gibberish and tinny tunes

people lost in their headphones against

the world with their buffering music

crushed to death by garbage trucks or buses

they didn't hear coming

and "oh the humanity!"

lives that intended great things snuffed out

"oh they loved life so much...so much to live for"

if so why did they tune out the very world they meant to conquer?

fear that might have paralyzed them out of their safety zone?

the death that eventually cast them out at street level?

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I'm back in the world

I drink my coffee

and have my egg sandwich

and stare out at the morning throngs

and being old I watch today's parade

which though the faces have changed

still look like last month's or last year's

or 10 years or 30 years ago

even old possom spoke of muddy feet

pressing to early coffee stands

on his dark brown London mornings

going to the bank or Faber

or whichever anchor to the world

he choose to fix his in his unconscious condescension

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putting myself in harm's way

just going out the door

each morning to take my spot

on society's killing floor

and still I dawdle toward the train

my age is not so forgiving

and still I press on utterly amazed

that people call this living

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repentance needs strength and stamina

because no matter what you amend

nothing is ever good enough

for the unforgiving One

and your price will be gouged out of you

even after you've paid

in life you're always broke and in debt

and relief is staying one step ahead of the Divine Forecloser

(as least as long as you can)

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Sunday, March 1, 2015


when you die

may you be

three men short

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I've crossed these tracks before

I recognize these prints

and wonder how who they belong to are getting on

if that's what they're still doing

companions each following their path down

to the same lunge for home I'm making

good friends who were such bad company

bless 'em

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I had a change of mind and heart

and turned to go back home

with the way strewn with the rocks

and broken glass of the easy stupidity

of my casual mistakes

and me with my shoes stolen

while I slept off the drunk of my life

and determined to turn and go home

but the way seems longer than I thought it was

the soles of my heels cut and bleeding

and yet as long as the way may seem

its distance...as far as I'm bound to go...

will be swiftly covered and time will evaporate

in the slipstream of my passage....

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