Thursday, April 30, 2015

maybe you'll die violently

or maybe just pass in your sleep

in full expectation of what is coming

or in full joy of living seeing not the end approach

if you've done right for the right purposes

and if your sorrows have softened you

if you've lived as fully as you could

then you'll have nothing to fear

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
false hopes kill us quietly

whether they're for peace on earth

or unruly plans for world dominance

false hopes are the projections

of fear and ignorance and hate

and yes it seems this must be said

in every generation born to ruin in this world

sadly it's the way the damn thing's built

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
while this time in the earth

rages outside every window

and we all are prisoners of our own complicity

stop and give a thought

for the blessed who die in crossfire

or simply slip away in their own weariness

while this time rages in the earth

timelessness carries off our hearts and souls

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
tomorrow will be May Day...

as ever workers and other oppressed

will celebrate their lives and meanings...

these days that includes revolt...

again we have reached critical mass...

again we have had more than we can stand

in the way of being exploited...

the rich and powerful psychopaths who run the world

never get it and they never will...

they keep steady in the faith that they can crush

anyone who can oppose them...and with so many weaklings

on their payrolls how can they believe otherwise?

but since this is a permanent feature

of living in this world...know that this struggle

too will never end...

the only good and hopeful thing in this is knowing

there will always be a May Day....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

I got away

but not cleanly

I left much behind

I could never

straighten out

on my own

and somewhere

down the line

these things

will return to bite my ass

but such is the totality

of all we've been and done

and such is the culmination

with which we all will confirm ourselves

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

I'm making for the border

I have no protection

the One is as intractable i hate

as the least ones of creation

let this merciless god

have the final word

I'm making for the border

and I'll get there or I won't

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
don't listen to others

follow your own way

do you really have to hear this again?

I'm no great poet or philosopher

I'm an ordinary person

dealing with pompous assholes

the same as you

let them have their vanity but not let them

mock your sincerity

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

but not all that foolish either

I split the difference

with every choice I make

the control we have in life

is making our next move

nothing else is our business

and how we end up

is out of our hands in a way

I'll love and do what I will

but that guarantees nothing

nor should it if all purity of intent

is on us as in no ways up to it ourselves

each of us acting this way

decides the outcomes we covet

and those that we fear

and the only way out is to press forward

despite the consequence that dogs us

don't wish you'd woken up sooner

it wouldn't've made a difference

you play it as it lays and take it from there

and whatever happens happens

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito

so here I am

and so are you

and between us

there's nothing we can't ruin

but by the same token

there's plenty to save

but do we want to

knowing how life will misbehave?

I'm content to say

fuck it and let it go

everything will turn out as it will

and I won't be stressed by what

I can't control and you'd be wise to follow suit

our love may be our strength but useless nonetheless

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

the wise young ones

will in their time

become old fools

like all who preceded

and will follow them

how good to be past the chase

and sit and watch at a low fire

the fire that burns in the veins of each generation

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
love betrays the idea of love

and all that is left

are walking wounded who thought

they could outwit their own hearts

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


all the little harms

come to the service of love

the deceits the evasions

to entice invitation

to the very heart of honesty

at stake with every move

and the silent consuming desire

that love forgives

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
longing rends my heart

with every passing beauty

you'd think I'd know better

this late in life

but the life of desire

knows no age

and the fire never

stops burning

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


a cool Spring morning

with bright sunshine

and buds fighting the long cold

to burst forth

and nothing else to say

from this citizen

all's quiet

would that the world follow this example

with more frequency

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 24, 2015

the next time I reincarnate

I hope it will be in the ruins

of this bright 'new beginning'

launching in this present time

this alleged 'Golden Age'

of technology and expanded ethics

which are nothing more than

the old tyrannies of human nature

in shiny spiritual drag

where all one group can think of

is vengeance against the ones

who oppressed them previously

and now are having their noble self-righteous

posturing pass as 'justice'

perpetuating the same sins of hate and intolerance

as those who came before...

I want to come back after the assholes

of this current generation play their hands

and are as bereft as the oppressors who put them down

I want to come back to needle them

to be the same ersatz Jeremiah who curses them now

to thank them for dragging the rest of us into their holes

of hell which is just to show I'm no better than anyone else

I have my own path for which to atone

I have my own beef with God and God's miscreants

and whatever purity I can maintain

will save whatever righteousness there truly is

it simply is not for us to say

'love and do what you will and let God keep the books'

are any of us really ready for such responsibility?

it doesn't is thrush on us and it is ours to attend...

that's when I want to come forgive and heal or avenge and feel glad....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

not bitter

but oh so tired

how much I hate kissing

asses I haven't washed

people think they're entitled

they insist

they demand

while rejecting any respect for you

but I fought this

and failed so many times

that the lesson sunk in

let them hang themselves

they will face maelstroms of their own making

while a nap will refresh me

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I spiral through the day

juggling 15 balls

with 3 hands

and it's never enough

I'll bust a hump to do it right

it comes out less than that

and others have the nerve to think

they have some right to criticize

who crush their hands

with their asses

and whistle without thinking of a graveyard

while I spiral through the day

as earthbound as they are but ready to eject

at any time

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I may lose my mind to the cosmos

but it's only an evasion

I'm still in the world

poor as a honest man can be

looking for any work

that will sustain

the daily punishment

of my living

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

metaphysical wheels and horrors

leaving prostrate the accidental visionary

shivering the ground beside

his false notions and his unbreakable pride

he actually lives in the instant

and ruins it by trying comprehend...

don't follow his example...

lay wide-eyed in the sun instead

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
under the shadow of enormous wings

the warm air cools and the winds revolt

and day is eclipsed by a passing angel

that passes and reveals day in its tatters

it happens every time we panic

and lose faith in the instant of our breath

and the vision that endures forever

shows its narrow focus in the now

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I'm telling you now

while you can hear

the harrowing of how

you'll survive makes fear

of all that is painfully hard

or equally sorrowfully sweet

and you needn't hedge the odds

your soul is the only one you'll meet

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the horror of living

is only so

because your pride

will not let go

unhand your ego

let it slide

and that is how

you will abide

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
self-righteousness is the trap

the snare that nails you in your self-holiness

and while you protest that you're no better

than anyone else the very statement reveals your pride

humility undone by acknowledgment of humility

and every prayer for deliverance just another

advertisement of self self self self self

as if others were bit players in your own melodrama

oh dangerous ground for the self-centered soul

to trod in a void that supports nothing

but its actual non-existence

and instead of giving in and flowing with it

it's your very ego that makes you dissolve

into it like an antacid in a glass of water

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I should have known I'd do worse

if I followed what I believed

but there's the rub

that's the trick

marching straight and steady

will do you in

while clowns around you stumble

and giggle and get a pass

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
to gain release from the material worlds

I've have to be humbler than I can be

for the very spiritual principles we embrace

are the very ones that enchain and defeat us

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
with a gun to my head

a knife to my throat

and my feet to the fire

God will gain my love

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
another day shoveling

someone else's shit

oh how wonderful

oh how blessed we are

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015


so I went to the river

got taken across

all my troubles washed away

and I'm standing

right here

eyes skyward to the blue

and I too can roll

around heaven all day

*(One of the simplest and most deeply moving songs in the Great American Songbook...
Long may it be the true hymn of humanity seeking redemption....)

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
yes fools

we are an intimate part of cosmic process

our curse to be more than our imperfections will allow

in order to order the movement of the stars

that we'll never be up to it is the sickness

of the One's demands that we attain to some rigid unforgiving

perfection that we strangle the very lives from our souls

yes fools we are fools and never will we be

wise enough to detach and fuck off

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
fools will rage in the sting of truth

the wise will ignore them and continue their folly

and so the cosmic machine will crank on

and human nature be the fuel for its combustion

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
watch the ending roll over us

watch the elders shiver at the end of their terms

watch the young ones too stupid to know

it is their own end they embrace and celebrate

some remnant will survive

raise its collective head dazed and sigh

and burning in the Clear Light like ice

they'll re-entrench and grow like daisies out of shit

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

there is no I

in this instant

whoever is writing this

does so under a false identity

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
mist rises in the dawn

the chill turns balmy

in the rising sun

unalterable memory

saturates the air...

dissolves the borders

of my self as I merge

with the glow of the morning....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
it is folly to love

without an object

but if the infinite

is your object

then who but yourself

can blame you

for chasing the swirling orgasm

at the heart of each black hole....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

never knowing

what is enough

until you've

had too much

it's always a shock

to face the infinite


that your own flesh denied you

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
a cool Spring

tempers our desire

for heat and light

and renewal

but I admire

those who cling tightly

to these hopes despite

the unrelenting grip of the cold and dark

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 20, 2015

my only forever

is this instant

looking at

a hot desert


awaiting the cool

of evening

so I say

in a cold room

with rain

washing the windows

and my mind

anywhere but here

making to move on

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

the moon is high and so is the noose

I've no illusions about breaking loose

I've done my time and had my fun

and I'll be buried beneath the rising sun

and what will sprout up from my grave

will be bright and strong and tender and brave

or so I can hope of my body feeding roots

that will yield briefly to the first green shoots

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

imagine a hell or a heaven

imagine what infinity is

you'll close your eyes on this world

and will you open them again

and if so on what?

it's your choice when you're alive here

and what comes after

is already here and now

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

they're gaining on me

I won't make it to the border

before they catch up and maim me

I will die painfully

my body scattered in bloody pieces

by those incredibly reckless evil

righteous and law-abiding citizens...

the Mass Mind...the rabid cowardly herd...

say nothing on my behalf

I'll have no last words and you'll only draw

this ravening pack to your heels...

quick...make haste...

already they have a trace

already they're after you....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
this has to be the worst time this world has ever seen

I don't believe even Atlantis at the height of its arrogance

could match us for craven stupidity and selfishness

but what do I care anymore? this is human nature

at its "best" i.e. murderous in its basest intent

and so utterly false in its imagined piety

let 'em rot...I'm happy to be my own man

and I'm having a ball with the Remnant

i.e. those who suffered for leaving the compound

but know what nuts and berries are safe to eat

and won't say so to the refugees leaving

the burning cities and thinking they're going to impose

their horseshit out here

you destroyers will be our particular source of amusement....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
our cyborgs patrol the streets

dare to tell you how to behave

bust you if you don't kiss their metal balls

destroy you if you don't eat their nut-and-bolt turds

I was overjoyed to see

some spoiled entitled scumbag

confront one of these appointed automata

as if he were having a tantrum before mommy and daddy

the cop bashed this asshole's teeth out the back

of his skull and now he's tweeting 'wee-wee-wee'

the injustice of this...the nerve of this robot...

wee-wee-weeing through his bloody gums

and you wonder why I'd give away a lottery win

to watch all you bastards go to hell....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

I love you

but not enough to die for you

would that not be a defeat of purpose?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you'll never see your end coming

but if it hits quickly enough

you'll never know it

because you won't miss your life

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

our Oneness

is our greatest liability

for where 100 souls

will do enough good

to raise all of us up a step

it only takes one flaming asshole

to drag everyone back

2 steps

mon semblable mon frere

my brother my killer

you are my greatest enemy

I must share in your death

if I am to live and go on

if our Oneness even supports us that far....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


you slimy lazy lying self-serving

ambulatory afterbirth

may your mentally ill son

and your asshole ex


one day longer than you

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I dream of loves long gone

they look as wrecked as I do

(except for Mali...dear Mali...

lying naked on her curled side

with her ass spread and ready...brrrrr)

they say God talks to us in dreams

but if that's so then God is as incomprehensible

as the happenings sent our way

to steer us forward and which we ruin so effortlessly

by thinking too much

with the too little we know

and so our fake melancholy soothes our sad

and comforting pain about loves

long gone but like me are only elsewhere....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

if nothing we do matters

then it doesn't matter what we do

so do right by others

and have another drink or shot or fuck

as long as who you're with

is in it with you

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm being punished

for breaking out

of the subservient role

it was my destiny to embody

I bought the lie

that we can repent and amend

and that it would matter

to the health of our souls

but instead of transcending

to the pure aspiration of reunion with the Source

it was just a common matter of "he who would

save his life must lose it"

we do what we can and love what we do

but we do not have the final say about how it ends up

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 17, 2015

this is what it's all about

to help someone in need

when their distress happens right in front of you

to not sit around afterward in self-absorption

worrying about the soul that bears your burden

to watch a sunset without an agenda

and fade away with the dying rays of the setting sun

this is what it's all about

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I'm easy now

rage may rear its head

from time to time

but it no longer consumes me

I've learned that all I have control over

is my next move

and I have nothing to say about the outcome

it plays out as it will and I take it from there....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


light a cigarette

down a tumbler of single malt scotch

ooze into the day

that explodes all around you

the joke is old

the misery is cold

light a cigarette

down a tumbler of single malt scotch

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
we're stronger than we know

but never strong enough to prevail

against a cosmos bound on grinding us up

and putting our energy into other forms

the constant morphing of a perpetual now

in which all past and future is present

and our strength of will is the least of it

in fact it's usually the first thing to go

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
live long enough

and you'll take the lack of light

in this world for granted

yes you'll have moments wondering why

there's no grace or mercy or forgiveness

but then you'll pick yourself up

shake off the dust and deal

as best you can no matter how much darkness around you

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

the world is becoming transparent

form is a shade fading before the sun

and the sun itself washing out

paler and paler with every glance

at its former majesty

I look at my outstretched hand as it grows clear

invisible to the mere eye

the world is disappearing at last and happiness knows no bounds

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
blear sun in the sky

dull long shadows along the street

figures move slowly

across lines of vision

under the budding anxious trees

beginning to bloom

after an almost unstoppable winter

they continue their cycles

automatic as breath

while we loom and dwindle

among their phases

like a vegetable moon

we come and go across the perpetual face

of the world as we rejoin these very elements

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

I know nothing is easy

but I know nothing is impossible

flex your muscles all you want

but your will is the source of your strength

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
heavy burdens

become light

when you're certain

you've handled them right

but a heavy burden

in itself

is not knowing for certain

until the action has passed

and you know it is nothing else

but the consequence that will last

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 13, 2015

death will end this life's woes

and confirm the fleeting happinesses

that made it bearable

but because life is active and ongoing

I will continue elsewhere

where at some new incarnation

we'll meet again drawn to each other

and feeling something vaguely familiar

and in our soulful amnesia

take yet again a plunge

our wrongs to expunge and what pure

goodness to increase

and only in a fulfillment of enlightenment

will the wheel cease and we be released

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
the fool is known by his bright optimism

a blazing plumage of vivid rainbow colors

that are an annoying chirping in the silence

of the earthly depths

while a wise bird wears dark silvery

tufts of feathers like a starling amazed

by the semblance of galaxies

swirling overhead in the night sky

one chattering and chirping

to the destruction of all peace and reflection

and the other still in the grasp of a calm

that reduces cacophony to resonant low presence

and both sense the other in sibilant waves

see each other in shimmering mirrors of sound

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm always ready to fall asleep

it's age

failing body

depressed mind

nothing to endorse

that doesn't decompose

into compost

which is good for the soil

but not for us

who will wind up

in the soil

and be the worse thing for it

so I choose to snooze

when you're sinking do you really care how deep?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
alive in your own skin

is being dead to a different condition

but how to change this...where to begin...

puts us in such precarious positions

until I learn a little more about this

I'll just go on pleading ignorance...

so when I know for sure i can

go on pleading ignorance...and be so....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Miliyo.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

common domesticity

is killing me faster than my poor habits

no wonder we fake visionaries

love our fake illuminations

drink drugs indiscriminate sex

all the illusions of youth and

incomprehension of eon-old notions

of the spiritual and the profane

which themselves might have been the evasions

of the seekers of those previous times

hamper us still as if the centuries between here and now

were nothing but a momentary pipe dream

and I see myself in who was there (maybe it was me myself)

and wonder what progress the soul can make

making the same mistakes lifetime after lifetime

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

all we've loved is a memory now

and as much as we weep

for the time gone past

at least we have the memory

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I can preach all I want

to fulfill my own desperate need

but each of us do that to ourselves anyway

so if we make things worse by seeming to walk

around as if we had a wisdom of our own

it's the impervious shield of pride keeping us from concord

don't take my word for it or anything else

I know as little as you do

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
wise men know better than to weep

but do because of their great compassion

while fools flood their cheeks in a salty wash

for show and hide from the commitment of empathy

and if the pain to which they minister

leaves the recipient mournful and bemused

the sufferer will at least know a truth either way

and all will be judged on their fidelity to themselves

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I didn't believe the obvious signs

I thought destiny was subtler than that

but sometimes face value says it all

you live like a fool and die like one

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 10, 2015

the so-called 'future'

vast and unappealing

as a desolate lunar landscape

but there it is

shining in our reflected glow

but a distant sun

blazing nearer or farther away

contingent on where we go from here

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
reality is the ultimate horror story

vision equals evisceration

what you gain in spirit you lose in materiality

and the creeping rag and bone derelict

inching along the decent streets

has been reduced by the evil in the world

to a heap with glowing eyes

and shafts of light shining out from his skull

from where the bats and jack handles

of an outraged disgusted community

has bludgeoned the creature unmercifully

until nothing is left but their own hatred expelled

Cthulhu above smiling through his tentacles

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

the greatest agony in life

is to be aware

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
even though we're all One

each of us suffers his own misery

much of it caused by a bogus fantasy

of what exactly our Oneness is....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


it's just this whole "media circus" that arises around making a "better story" for which I've lost all patience and acceptance...maybe I'm just getting old and tired...knowing values I once held as fundamental are now soooooo off the table (and were never all that pure to begin with...) that I'm stuck with being a Jeremiah when Jeremiahs are more out of fashion than ever...spiritual'll nibble at your heels while you're kneeling....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

now you know there's nothing new

it's all old and borrowed and blue

and every heartfelt promise sundered

mocks the participants who blundered

but other lives will reset the dials

our forgotten pasts opening brand new smiles

and more than swelling rod and magic tail

will have to reveal who'd succeed and who'd fail

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the bait-and-switch of daily living

pardons the giver but not the giving

and the holy One who made it this way

stands aside with nothing to say

the onus is on us to refine ourselves

though nothing we do is fine enough

and when nothing is within our control

why should we care how the dice will roll?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
every single day in the world

is a reminder that we are in hell

"oh stop being a baby and lighten up"

"that's the way the world is"

"step up and grab yours while you can"

thank you for your self-serving patronizing attitudes

you who add to the misery...for you to even say this shit

shows you've already lost your souls....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


With no disrespect, and all condolences, to the family of Nicholas Figueroa, I find it (sadly) predictably strange and unfortunate that our wonderfully informative media chooses to focus on this clean-cut, upstanding young man on the rise of his life, out on his unfortunate date...but they have nary a word to say about his comrade-in-death, Moise Ismael Locon Yac...and why should they? Because he was a mere busboy, and so he didn't count? The mainstream media is so unforgivably disgusting, I think I'd rather screw 10 whores without a rubber than go on working in this field (limited as my work in it has been)

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
agonies mount


a divine dick-in-the-ass

we can





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

4:30 am

is not too far off

if I can't drift off

by daylight

I'll drink

30 cups of coffee

and force my way

to the evening

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I was getting home late

thought I heard a yowl in the dark

whatever it was was dying or giving birth

I was tired and not interested in finding out

once inside a cold beer and cold left over ham

satisfied me enough for me to forget

the yowl I heard even though

it was still wailing outside the window

Content (c) 20089-2015 Philip Milito.

I have no excuses now

the past is gone

and what's to come

taunts me

with its common progress

and still I must remind myself

what has been and will be is the same

but for the choice over which is our only control

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
life collapses and reforms

second by second

you can't even plan a shit

nothing's holding

nothing has no meaning

everything kills and nothing revives

but we're still alive

to tell the grisly tale to no one who can hear

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 6, 2015

day is blazing and blinding

in the hot light of the sun

parching and wearying

the aging body

but night...night with its cooling darkness

and its mysteries of soul made manifest....

night is so soothing

and its song of silence pulsing through the ears

and as calming as death itself

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I've stumbled my whole life

not knowing what my life was worth

and now the empty world around us

claims its next fallen traveler

the way is too long

going on past this life and future ones

and I'm way too tired now

to go on struggling with so little to sustain me

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I've quarreled with God

(really quarreled with myself)

for long enough

the only defeat of being

is the stubborn pride

of the fearful and the ignorant

frightened children after all

in awe before the yawning expanse of night

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I knew I was off the track

but could see no way to remedy

the situation

because even the well-meaning

exhortions of grace and peace

from those in the bubble

of their 'positive' thinking

were equally ten miles off the mark

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who is strong and steady enough

to look into the Void and not shiver?

certainly not me

and my family and friends?

we all stumble around down here

in the earth

grateful for a moment's peace

that won't bring havoc in its wake

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you will praise the wrong things

in your search for some salvation

it cannot be otherwise

because everything you think

is the right way is wrong

and your idea of God is nothing

but the reflection of your face

projected onto the empty sky

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
no one wants to hear the truth

so they hide in false imaginings

of positive feeling and

optimistic outcomes

but sooner or later

everyone faces the inconvenient truth

and if an illusion helps in facing it

then why not? truth will out

because it's true

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
life was never easy

it never will be easy

you'll come to be

and fall away

and in between

you'll suffer and fail

coming to be

and falling away

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

nothing will stop

the mongoose

from laying waste to the snake

nothing will stop

human nature

from feeding on itself

rounds of life and death that

nothing will stop

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

once the irrational ravings leave you

sorrow and regret mix

with the bitter calm

the fractured but encroaching stillness

that lets the guilts of blasphemy

(just self-hatred projected onto

some imagined notion of god)

and the pain that hurts others

as well as you (our Oneness ever involving)

but once the irrational ravings leave you

so does emptiness enter the cleaned-out vessel

to receive what consequence

and what grace will fill the soul

and what the Final Word will have to say

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

how happy can one asshole be?

he's unloaded his load

he's apologized to his hot lover

and she's taken him back

he has a fresh start

that he may bungle yet

but in some things now he knows better

and is happy to be that saved asshole....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
now you know the almost

soul-destroying pain of penance

and no wondering whether you're forgiven

since the One has the final word in any case

so kick back and stop your vain holy concern

stop trying to guarantee a happy ending

reuniting you with the One

if you've unconsciously done the right thing it will be....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
today I was finally broken down

today I faced the consequences

of my vanity and knew for sure

I could not coordinate my fate

even Jesus went this way

"Father why have you forsaken me?' indeed

no one gets off easy

no one escapes the Will of the One

who demands our blood and suffering

for atonement of our sins

and the settling of our karmic debts

we have nothing at all to say

but to face that judgement...that vengeance...

and endure it....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philp Milito.
we cannot go to heaven whole

we must be crushed

we must be broken

only when our idiotic egos

are subjugated

are we ready to go

to hear the inner voice and obey

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
fuck all of you

life is a cruel evil joke

and none of you assholes will ever get

how much you contribute

with your evil religions

and your selfish sense of entitlements

damn you and the scumbag 'god'

who takes no responsibility for its own creation

evil evil EVIL from the very top down

to the lowest bottom

I'd rather die than serve this satanic 'god'

who will not forgive even as we will

enough...I'm living and loving in the pure moment

of aspiration...and fuck god if that's not good enough....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
nothing more tiring or onerous

tha wrestling with our own

sealed imaginations

if this gives the likes of me a headache

what suffering for the Source of Life

that mandated this bullshit...

every one...including the so-called god...

gets what's coming to them...good...serves all of us right....

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I'm so trained in the right-brained poetic imagination

that it will take me quite a while to stop using

this idiotic spiritual language

to describe the wonders of the processes

that reveal the powers of the Source of Life Itself

but whatever we must do to outgrow our horseshit

and get real we'll stumble ever onward to do so

the reality is ever the same

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I'm done with evil projections of 'god'

I know what's right or wrong

and I've had it with this mythological monster

who has us thinking we'll die without 'him'

fuck 'him'

if we're responsible for our own lives

then it's on us to do right

we don't need 'god'...we need to love ourselves more....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

no wonder life sucks

look at the asshole

who created us

no love no mercy no forgiveness

just "I demand obedience...I will not

be mocked" scumbag

you deserved nothing but...

you deserved nothing 

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito. we are truly on our own...

but we always have been...

isn't it better this way

to live and seize the moment

than to believe in evil fairy tales

of an evil scumbag of a god

let this evil god die

because to live in its tyranny

is to not live at all....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

God turns His back on His creation

leaving His foul culpability

on us like a coward busting the honest man who save him

the idea of God is sickening enough

but the reality...the reality

is absolutely unspeakable...

stay asleep in your bogus beliefs

once you awaken to God's Reality you'll wish you were dead....

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for the love of christ help

so echoes the man dying

in the valley of his consequence

if there is a loving forgiving heart

somewhere in or out of this creation

you wouldn't know it by this poor man

even Christ Himself said

"Father why has Thou forsaken me?"

God's love is but the rusted blade slicing the throat

of those who dared to think for themselves

and who must worship this psychopath

if we wish to live forever?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
god is sick

god is ill

god is psychotic

and so are those who believe in it

these are the assholes who are doing us all

down to death

and what can be done but endure it

until we no longer can?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
why am I letting this divine asshole bring me down?

I live a common ordinary life

giving a hand where I can

taking for granted a common courtesy

that acknowledges our shared humanity

and I have to suffer unmercifully

because some psycho god demands our repentance

and fucks us when our own repentance is

dismissed as being never good...never perfect enough?

fuck this asshole

there are selfish spoiled entitled scumbags

walking around with their faces buried in their iPhones

and expecting deference as a right

and this asshole god lets them pass without a scratch?

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I'm not the only one

who's been done down beyond recovery

but if our love and compassion

are what is supposedly what matter most

then let us love each other

and to hell with the psychotic 'Source of Life'

may we live forever in love

and let the insufferable tyrant of life

lose all and learn humility

our roads are hard enough

and if god can't have mercy on that

then God isn't that much of a god after all

kill us if you are as truly horrible as you seem

you deserve to be alone at the end

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
maybe there is a place

of mercy or forgiveness

but I know it not

nor can imagine what horrific heights

when grace does absolve

or where there is love beyond

beyond what we could

ever comprehend

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

believing in God

is no different

than believing

in nothingness

this is what you get

for putting your

pathetic faith in a fairy tale

of God and forgiveness

reality will crush you

and fling you into the abyss

and this is "God" also

the unforgiving force

that knows no love no mercy no grace

and will lift no finger to help

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

everyone buys into their own fantasies...

if they're lucky they'll find

another psychopath to sync with...

wild love crazy love love in a bed

love in a public toilet...

how tired and trite after all...delusions

making lovers think they've invented the universe

until they fall to their common realities....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
wheels in the cosmos mesh

new ages begin as old ones fall away

all the dials are reset to zero

and here I am still waiting

for the Good Will shop to open

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
look for good and you'll find it

look for bad and you'll find it

it's all there in front of you

with no hard and fast rules

as to which is which

or even why

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
"as below"

hard for me to wrap my mind

around the fact

that heaven's as fucked up

as the earth....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

I no longer have any curiosity

about that gleaming blaze

on the western horizon

I'll reach there

in due time and find for myself

what it is and what it means to me

meantime I slog through my dwindling day

waiting for the imminent night

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numb my will

make me some kind of automata

who functions

and maybe achieves an end

regardless of any aspiration

so far beyond what we can manage

all we can do is despair

and hopefully find our strength in that

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I work hard for nothing

but so does everyone else

this is the human condition

bare sustenance

to keep grinding

our souls against

a merciless perfection

tight as a prison

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

help may be coming

but it always loses its way

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layer after layer

falls away from the mind

until at last

one is so much

one's self

that one does not

recognize one's self

layer after layer

and each awareness

of self falling with them

and no wondering

which self is which

as the primary one watches

the rest fall away

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.