Monday, June 29, 2015


I'd better recover

my sense of humor

or at least try to laugh genuinely

at the cornballs

trying to jump freshness

into these stale old saws

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your bonds haven't matured

and neither have you

what designer coals

for your Xmas stockings?

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if it only takes

one idiot to ruin a day

imagine now how

there'll never be

another good day in the earth

with so many idiots breeding

and this whole generation

the rotten fruit of spent seed

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like a fugitive

I walk down a daily avenue

scanning the scene

for hidden horrors

any camera can track me

as I pass store after store

after street crossing after store

anyone...anyone...who passes me

on the sidewalk

can be my assassin

and all eyes I catch

avert from my glance

as I instinctively do also

all of us on the run from something

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Sunday, June 28, 2015


dodging tyranny after tyranny

through every moment of every day

each tyranny a cry to be free

at the expense of someone else's freedom

and all these tyrannies being aimed

at us all each to each

dodging this every moment of every day

I stay on the move

I no longer pause on a street corner

just to catch my breath for fear

that anyone could confront me with some insanity

I stay on the move and say in passing

"you better get me with the first shot

or you're finished"

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internet trouble today

the grid going crazy

from too many solar flares

and a whole civilization

is run by its toys

I think of those in the 9/11 rubble

sending out messages

from their cell phones

and dying before

help could reach them

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what the hell happened to you?

they asked me

what could I say to that

after seeing that

all the footprints leading

away from the scene

of the crime

belonged to me?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, June 27, 2015


who could tell

the wind where to go?

who could know

from where it'll blow?

do not think well

of your curiosity

it's just an agony

that obscures the mystery

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this time in the world

like a deranged chef

ready to favor his signature dish

with arsenic

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like the doctor

who operates on himself

only a fool

can take the cure

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ancient Rome

stands next to me

at a kickboxing match

while Vlad

is on the boards

separating heads from shoulders

the the mighty Khan wagers

with U.S. cattle barons

the bets run by Adolf

and while the world slaughters itself

in sport and cock walking power

a vast pair of black wings

hovers over the arena like a predator

ready to seize his prey....

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Friday, June 26, 2015


torches and platforms

and bunting and waving placards

and impassioned citizens roaring approval

or disapproval with or against

the various orators

all swaying under the brisk night

these things passed away long before I was born

why should I think of them now?

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the one


your ears

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I never know what's next

but if I did and tried to avoid it

I'd be delivered to the same result

just the same

the universe does not cease its churning

nor will it be denied

so while I never know what's next

it sure does feel familiar

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a survival of consciousness:

carrying a thought

between worlds

then claiming ignorance

about the cargo

who would believe unless

they caught your trace

as you disappeared between instants?

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Thursday, June 25, 2015

health tolls a bell

disease slams a gong

and reverberations

diminish as they die

in the inner ear

and the limited eyes

scan the body wonder what's roiling

under the skin

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one mutt

stretched out

along another mutt

a puddle of fur

in the humid haze

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this generation

should stop


of Ayn Rand

as God

and for

that matter God

as Ayn Rand

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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

48 years I've ground out words

and now it's come to this end

feeling like no time has past...yet...

I'm going out the way I came in

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one day each of us will disappear

no size left to fit us

no knowing just what hit us

but we will no longer be near

so before that day comes

(who knows why? who knows when?)

you'll join crook to screw eye and then

be lifted into what you'll become

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Sunday, June 21, 2015


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no guarantees

except that you are alive

now your job:

don't fuck it up

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Friday, June 19, 2015

so it is

that your last chance

is your best hope

don't ask why

just take it

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one good thing

about all this self-destruction

in the name of holy demands

for adherence to divine imperative

is that when your downfall

is achieved and nothing of worth remains

your emptiness will hoist your soul

and you'll need nothing to sustain you but the striving of your will

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we must die to live

we must suffer to be free

we must find ourselves by forgetting ourselves

we are at the mercy of the Heartless One

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what will You do about my heart?

the old language fails

I've awaken and remembered

all my contributions to my own downfall

and without the easy excuses

I made for my own weakness

I stumble here bereft with evidence scuttling

any complaint against my own iniquity

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conflict comes

when one resists

and the other


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Tuesday, June 16, 2015


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all of us return to earth

until we finally 'get it'

I know I'll meet many of you

(God knows I've made such a botch

of things in my own life)

but despite the heartless of God

I am happy and love those with whom I've shared a path

(my enemies will take a little longer for sure)

but whatever I face going forward

it is the love we souls have shared

that have given this life its flavor

I hope that is alright with you Lord

we forgive ourselves and wait only to see

when You will forgive....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

you'll never realize you're done until

your decline begins

and your sadness at realizing your peak has been past

will fade with knowing

all the futile struggle is finally done

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it's taken so long for the One

to answer my prayer for release from this world

it'll be a little while before I'm free

(the One will never do us any favors)

but knowing a finish line

is in sight

is enough to help me carry on....

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Monday, June 15, 2015

let God learn His own lesson in humility

before He winds up alone at the culmination of Time

power is evil even if it's in a god

do we really pray to God in our times of trouble

or merely supplicate Satan to save our own foolish

worthless lives? as long as you believe in gods and devils

you are lost and deserve to be

but awaken to who you truly are and no one not even God

will deny your eternal life

yes yes it's harder to do than you can imagine

but it is necessary and the only way to break free

from all the evils of Authority and that sadly includes the One

beyond that none can tell

but with all eternally here and now who really needs to wonder?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


better quit while I'm ahead

there's no escaping anything

but better to run

and taste life in flight

than be chained to the tyranny

of a demon disgusting beyond all measure

even if we ultimately fail at least

we had a hell of a time with it

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my dream is to kill God

I know what they say about

all life ending if God as much as blinked

but in my fantasy

killing God will destroy the true evil

coursing through reality

and we would finally be free and liberate and happy

and better than this pisspot tyrant would have us be

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my problem is

I'm still in this life

I still inhabit this skin

and the longer I'm confined here

the more damage will be done to me

but I guess I should have expected this

the instant you realize the truth of living

no mercy or love or forgiveness will guard you then

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when I'm released

I'll give an earful to the One

like Abraham haggling

and realizing

we're all on our own

and no lament or petition

can move the Heartless Heart

and resigned to whatever the case

beyond the walls of this skin

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Sunday, June 14, 2015


The morning I'm not up to

will burn my eyes awake

and demand I abandon

the dream I must forsake

but I refuse to give in

see? I won't feign bogus hoping

for I will go forth through this day

and dream with my eyes open

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another day

in the land of no relief

we comfort with each other

or else snipe until we're tired of our grief

and all because of some fairy tales

about faith and belief

and delusive lucid instants out of time

that are as alluring as they are brief

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Saturday, June 13, 2015


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Thursday, June 11, 2015





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let me love you while I can

strong as heart and straight as mind

and each a mystery to each other

resolved in the joy that is ours to find

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Wednesday, June 10, 2015


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Tuesday, June 9, 2015


this says it all!!!*

(*Photographer and copyright issues unknown. Attribution given if artist becomes known.)

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see where I go

you too can follow

the way is open and free

it is only us who meander

and that's alright too

if it gets you where you're going

the road carries everyone forward

and I'll see you somewhere along this line

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Monday, June 8, 2015


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Sunday, June 7, 2015


look down

on the mangled body

as you hover in

a corner

of the sky

then the shaft

of Light

takes you along

and 'om' becomes 'oh!'

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.



as I fall

doesn't make

impact easier

but damn

if I show

any tears

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the foot descends

on my cliff-clinging fingers

I can attest

God has a merciless EEE sandal

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Friday, June 5, 2015

run from even a simple phrase like 'I love you'

how can you vouch for its authenticity?

is it a true expression of devotion

or just a projection of another's hunger

and desire to manipulate and control?

but how can you run away? unless you're psychic

how do you know what it's about until you experience it

and then find joy in the choice or wind up wishing you'd died first?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I know you have a different view

but fuck yourself...I do too...

and if your idea is to suppress my freedom

in the name of your own kingdom come

then your reason is only source of another oppression

and I'd hard pressed not to do onto you this same expression

of self and power that poisons us both

each vision another tyranny that will obliterate all truth....

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Thursday, June 4, 2015


there are no friends

there are no enemies

there is only all of us

at each other's throats

because we really buy

into the illusion

that we are not

all One....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


pursuant my flippant previous post

Jenner certainly gets more traction by being famous than some farm boy in the Midwest who thinks his life isn't authentic and saves his money for the switch, but has to go back to the hounding and small mindedness of his family and friends...a WAY harder row to hoe...which is why I thought of Christine Jorgenson 60 or so years ago...being the first one to do the media of the time spun her and what the public reaction was (most likely not as kind or tolerant as now...)

this is most likely a continuation of the celebrity ego that needs all eyes on it...and whatever lot and power goes with it (and she'll make out like the proverbial bandit...already that other crack whore Kim is advising her on fashion...'nuff said)...

to the ones without the ones who make this brave move without the glare of a spotlight on them...will they benefit? who will celebrate them when a gang of cretins beats and murders them? or throws them on subway tracks in (of all places) New York City...the hip capital of the world? my heart is with them...THERE is the struggle to live in a world full of psychopathic reactionaries...

SHOULD be a wake-up call...since these maniacs aren't choosy about who they'll off...

now as ever...walk your talk...but don't let a pitiful ego invite trouble you don't need...unless you're ready to sink down to their level and kill them before they get to you...welcome to the New World....

(P.S. I STILL think she's hot...a better looking woman than he was a man...but even THAT is a part of the so-called 'conversation"...foolish old goat...let's leave it for now...others have worse problems than this...or do I really have to drag in the thousands dead in Africa or the Middle East?)

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I was standing on a street corner

trying to pick up Emily Bronte

(I'm a sucker for those ball-busting shy types ya know)

in this iteration she had jet black hair

cut in bangs and a sleeveless T with skin pure white around

tats so garish I was invited to think of perversion

on top of happy hot perversion...old sad old male

I am after all...all she did was smile as I excused myself

and moved out of her way...(even the smiling glance back

did nothing but provoke the 17-year-old locked

in this 62-year-old body to wonder 'what the fuck happened?')

oh I was standing on a street corner

trying to pick up Emily Bronte but I was outmanned

by the remorse of age remembering the charge of youth....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

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if I knew what I was getting into

don't ya think I'd try to dodge it?

and even if I did don't ya think

the powers that be find another way to get me?

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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

somehow the days don't weigh as heavily

the stress evaporates like dew into morning mist

the howl of the wolf and the hiss of the snake

and the meow of the cat all merge in a white noise

like surf on a sun risen beach

and all the things I thought mattered so much

are as nothing in the moment of peace

between happenings

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
be nasty if it gives you your power dose

whereas some get off on kindness

talk dirty if it gives you a thrill

though some pervs get off on kindness

play shy if you hope to score

and you'll either get a sensitive one

or be tossed by some loudmouthed whore

you need more guts than luck to keep knitting

that chain that love binds....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

without joy

and without sorrow

there is


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once walking on the shore of the Hackensack River

I saw a spider trapped on a rock as the waves lapped in

cutting of an escape

the spider just looked at the rising water

then jittered one way and then another

I took a long twig lying in the small waves

and laid it on the rock as a bridge to the sand

the spider looked the twig

and looked

and looked

then scampered down the twig to the shore

and flittered away into some weeds

no glory or self-preening here

just the unconscious act to save a living being

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how fine to play the fool and not care

what stressed house proud earthbound minds fret...

pondering my own mistakes

is teaching me to hold my tongue

or at least be more precise

when I express to others the love that goes

so astray sometimes because we simply don't think

before we speak....

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settling back into the dharma...

I must say

Caitlyn Jenner

is really one hot piece...

("GLIFs and how!" says Grandpa here....)

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all the chaos in life

underlined by the stillness of eternity

moments of hurt and disappointment

moments of gladness and unconstrained happiness

all underscored by a calm and a stillness and a peace

that empties all the passions back into not-being

and when all the conditioned sensations are exhausted

one can only wonder what the fuss was about...

and why it takes so long to settle into living in this peace....

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Monday, June 1, 2015

you think I talk

so I can hear the wind 

whistle through my teeth?

you fools...

I bear a gift not mine 

but for all of us and find I'm just

another county heard from...

the more fool me...

the Word is resonant 

in the space around us

it is the silence that speaks to us

and that is what closes my mouth

at the moment...the silence that says

all I needn't bother to....

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I go to the mountains

(do every summer of heat strokes

and burning shrub)

and return to find you all

acting rowdy before gold plated idols

and the wanna-bes who suck up to them

you disgust me

I ask you to keep a vigil

deep in the starlit night and you fall asleep

drunk and sucked off

(and I know this will more or less

happen again in the future)

but for now all I can think of is smashing

these slates down on your nodding heathen heads

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.