Thursday, October 29, 2015


the glorious heavens are converging

over the lazy hell of earth

but as above so below

so then tell how the stars and galaxies

can be joyous while the planet

convulses under ignorant human hunger?

do they know something we don't yet know

and are sending it to us in these shock waves?

with so many worlds occupying this earth

we see how one person's sin is another's virtue

how the most deserving go without

while the non-contributors roll in ease

what synthesis of holiness do we weave out of this?

we who have no idea what will come of our acts?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


in the realms of reality

good goes bad

and bad transmutes into good

and those shuttling between

those extremes find nothing

unusual at all

all of a day the spectrum ranges

over the whole reality of the heart

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


nothing stands for very long

the moment of accomplishment

is the instance of its passing

you struggle your whole life

to hold some phantom form

but already it changes in your hand

and disappears from within your fingers

its time passing faster as it turns to dust

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015


slipping away

the wet twilight

of an autumn evening

traffic blaring

hunched bodies dampened

under useless umbrellas

pacing the puddled pavement

as storefronts shine in the dusk

this moment like

a drop of water

holding millions of living

particles in suspension

beginning to trickle down

the curb to the sewer grating

wet-legged I stand on the corner

to watch this instant

slipping away

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

my accomplishment lies beyond my control…

I do what I can…as well as I can…

and if it is achieved…it will be

because the One allowed it to be achieved…

and who of us here in the earth

really know if our failure is not

the accomplishment to be achieved?

who of us are strong enough

to accept the way life is?

imposing your will

will not shift tides nor will it

change the course of stars

I choose to work with the will

and even then I'm sure of nothing....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


loins taut as a cougar 's haunches

eyes glowing in a green light

you return to my bed

and try to enter my dream

ideal lover who never showed

my sleep a hold against your assault

you will never come back to me

now that I'm empty of what attracted you

you denied me then

thus strengthening me against you

let your body be the 'hourglass

of eternity' and endless temptation

to the weak while I rise up at the alarm

and see you vanishing like vapor

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


thick blankets of cloud

bunching in the sky

the sun dims

then disappears

people moving briskly

on their business

trying to beat the rain

as a shade of gray covers the day

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


long defeated

in order to learn

the mercy is

in the downfall

we praise failure

as a truth

to teach how

one is to handle

the ascent

we succeed to

the measure by which

we acknowledge

our wrong

in the first place

but that requires

a patience and stillness

of nerve unheard of

in the unsparked soul

but needed to know

how the best one fails

is the measure how one succeeds

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


angels whisper to reprobate souls

somewhere crowding the aether

with compassion and regrets

the whole Void throbs with repentance

and vows to 'do better' in a future incarnation

but to those of us still in this life

all this sounds like the winds shaking

the multi-hued leaves from the trees

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, October 26, 2015


dreams are more real to me

than the scenes of waking life

in the dream's afterglow

I lull in bed trying to energize myself

to leave this strange realm

for the ordinary tyranny of matter

but the pull on my mind is hard

and I long for another hour of sleep

before ruining the day by joining it

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I wish I could say I hear voices in my head

but no

the voices I hear yammer at me from outside


and oh do they give me a piece of

their minds

while I ignore their judgments and dismiss them from

my contemplation

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm sick of trying to please you

I'm gonna have a fudge bar

I'm gonna eat starches by the bowlful

I'm gonna eat little batches of sugar

I'm gonna ruin myself in every way

instead of just asking you

to please stop whatever you're doing

this way I can have an excuse

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, October 25, 2015


when the cows come home

the pigs get out

which would you

rather be?

but soon the cows wander out

and the pigs stagger back

which do you wish

you had been?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 24, 2015


the heaven's collapse

every time she comes home

yelling at the top of

her lungs at her doltish


we hear it all night

until curfew

(thank God they sleep


and the husband returns

after a day

hiding in work

he capitulates and enters

and we all sleep

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


people saunter

on the sidewalk

of an ordinary day

the world may be

going to hell elsewhere

but right here on this street

everything's cool

everything's alright

Content (c) 2008-2015Philip Milito.
the silhouettes of trees

in the fading light of dusk

containing all sunsets

that were or will be

and me in my temporary

life in this identity

all the melancholy

of the past

subsumes the falling night

absorbs all the mystery

and paints a scene

of realization holding more

that my mind could hold

or that my heart could bear....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the unforgiven

bear the burden

of all the good

they thought

they were doing

as bad as deliberate

evil that evokes

nothing but someone's

imagining of

their intent

the unforgiven

learn the hard way

they are unforgiven

even of themselves

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, October 23, 2015


























Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, October 22, 2015


I have

and need





behind the


Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

the last circling birds

in the dusk

cry out to me

as if you were

calling from

a distance

I couldn't cover

in time to reach you....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
a heavy difficulty

has been removed

from my life

but it's light

as the proverbial feather


to all the other cares that will

bring me to my finish....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, October 19, 2015

long the egret stares at

the violet horizon to the west

no one sees him

nested in the blind

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
half a loaf is...still half a loaf

and less when shared with others

and therein the struggle of

the fullness of the strengthening will

but in which direction send

this acquiescence? to the hungry?

to the gainful? while a heel lies

in a gutter within the rat's clutches?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

easy call

life being as predictable as it is

dreams will wilt in the mind

desire will dry out like a desert

amends will fix nothing

(the pieces having formed new wholes)

and as mercy will be weak as a weed

and love disappear like snow in the sun

and the only abundance will be unforgiveness

betting on all of these will not undo

the tiny surprises can could be an upset

it's all an easy call

and never beats any odds

especially the ones you lay....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

glistering stars

on a cold autumn night

streets wind between buildings

like a maze

a rare passer-by out late

moves through the lamppost's spot of light

where went the warm dawn

whose copper sun shone slant

onto the awakening world

while I wept for all that was past?

the way to this moment was long and tough

but the moment itself briefer than brief

and now all that remains is

the rising of the last quarter moon

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
sad to see them go away

now that their time has passed

nothing can stay

as the process resolves at last

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

soft myths cuddle our unrealities

as if some giant would walk the earth

slaying our enemies with one swing

of his monumental club

or we'd wake up one day to the end

of war and horror and humankind's

psychosis over trying to kill God

or the wee hope that she'll come back

after the mess made by each in the

slow destruction of love

or that we awaken from these armored fantasies

that pass for all the holiness we can imagine

and drop the illusion of some easily granted salvation

making our unrealities the reality we bear....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the Word and all its surprises

the deafness of our ears

the inevitability of crisis

the lingering lesson of the years

we listen scratching our heads forsaken

in dreams God talks to us in gibberish

we can't even remember when we waken

haunting us until we're finished

the Word and all its surprises

the ignorance of our glory

all our egos rise up to deny this

and make of our lives some ghost story

the Word and all its tears

the lingering lesson of years

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
speaking to the air

and hearing my echo as your silence

you don't want to hear

and I don't want to know

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

the decline is well underway

and the deeper and faster I careen down

the mountain of this life

the softer the focus

the heartening keen until happy memories

lose their sorrow and shine again

as they did in their instants of happening

do not fear the onrushing ground that is

merely a curtain before the sky

as if in falling I was rising up

rising up

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

best to end it when it's still fresh

this wish and hope to transcend

and be blessed

or to succeed as a master of the earth

or to reclaim an unfixable love

do not let the ideal linger

until you see for yourself its failure

and have only it on your hands

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

I've watched the sun drive

the clouds to their knees

slowly but relentlessly all morning

and as the middle of the day passed

to evening the sun broke out at last

just as it was going down....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you look at me as if I knew

what hell is coming next

oh just lucky guesses

based on past performance

and no definitive answer

to embarrass me if I'm wrong

and you would do better to look

at yourself

you're as likely to not get it as I am

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, October 12, 2015

does the preacher preach

for the welfare of his flock

or to preen like a peacock

to flash each one to each?

both...there are so many imperfect

ways to approach you O Only One

and You are as useless in your mercy

as the preacher and flock are in their faux humility

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
well where the hell are all of you?

suddenly you're absent from my daily ritual

and the high-flying birds are happy

to float hundreds of feet above the earth

not to hear my raging disappointment

or to be preached to as if you didn't know

and even what you think you know is suspect

wherever the hell you all are...stay there....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I didn't know

until I looked back

how much damage

I shared with other

members of my family

who are these people

and what were we to each other

that we're here now with our familiar

and recognizable aches? what do we

owe each other?

whose to say? we engage with each other

alternately pinning each other to the mat

and you did or you didn't or fuck you

it's all your fault and no one's to blame

and everyone's to blame and oh shit leave it be

so many of us leave it behind in the ruins of our lives

let god rifle through the trash and find things

with which to punish us

we've moved on and so have those who've harmed us

and all get what's coming to them anyway

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

let those who love hearing

the wind whistle through their teeth

preach truths that everyone learns eventually

their words and their egos

soar to the heights

of the world's limited ceiling

and leave them farther from truths

then when they began

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

I thought I had enough juice to make it through

my strong constitution misleading me

into pushing past limits and into a bereft future

I couldn't imagine with projecting the past

but I see now I've emptied the tub

and that remains is the ghost of a commitment

to what may not have been mine to do

but I've done enough of it and carry nothing

but the responsibility and what will come of that

is for me to find out after I've straggled long enough

as a timid weakening shell of my life force

oh mark this as done and what's to come

but a shadow projected forward as the continuity

of a stumbling man shivering before the idea of "what next"

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

the past is a ruin

the present slogs through

to get to some future

yet to arrive

but from start to finish

alpha to omega

the present is a ruin built on the past

and a future some imagining of repair

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

when leaves fall

the will goes with them

the last furious colors

bleeding into tufts on the branch

and then like the will

the leaves go to brown

and fall

their season of purpose done

like the will

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, October 9, 2015

the way to survive in god's creation

is to ignore god and do what you

know is right

we drop from grace or rise afresh

contingent on what god has to say

about anything

and fuck it we'll do what we know we must

and whatever comes of it deserves all the hell of that maniac

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


oh little pups of da Lawd

how attentive they are

at sinking their teeth into a hem

and slathering us with sloppy kisses

while the evil element of the One

slips in to make the Self feel invincible

among the growling little pups

who'll tear you to shreds with love

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
sorry? you bet I am

even like trying to slog through

a wet field in hip-high boots

dealing with people who'll

never understand you

can drag you so far down

that the only comfort is thinking

sorry does nothing but at least I'm free to go

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


don't be so proud of yourself

you're fresh from therapy

and ready to correct everyone else

(just like a religious convert)

when all you're doing is extending

the scope of your personal reign of terror

you see now why no one including your friends

takes you seriously

ask them if they'll really be honest with you

they'll put you through some "intervention"

and all they'll be talking about

is extensions of themselves trying to save you

and themselves in one neat realization

no one should be proud of this until they can really be honest

and if there's still dissension

then hold the mirror up to yourself

even knowing what's wrong with you

can become an excuse to hide behind

and the whole show your own exposure

even if I get involved out of compassion's sake

I'll hope to know enough to listen much and speak little

and never thank you for the good you thought you were doing

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

we are born into families

in order to die of them

you evade an enemy

in one life

and find yourselves together

in another life as relatives

and we die of these families

in which we are suffered to be born

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
look who clammers for respect

and does not one thing to merit it

the majority think is that their freedom

is more important than anyone else's

and takes pride of place in the unending

list of slights and presumptions

and triumphs one thinks one needs

to affirm not respect and love but self-affirmation

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I tried to explain the pinwheeling stars

and the big heart that enclosed it all

but who wanted to hear it?

everyone is their own savior

and the quality of experiences

do not really vary

everyone is their own special case

as useless as me on my own pile of shit

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I plot and plan

but have no control over outcomes

I do what I must and then

flee until conditions will support my contrition

and if I cannot understand

I'm beaten here and whatever comes when

it will shall do little but affirm the continuum

that will purge me of my condition

do I think this true?

I really don't know

all shifts around my instant of action

and I'm left where I am in any case

so all I do tends to show ignorance in motion

and I'm better left waiting on where I will go

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

to no advantage can I utilize

my will-to-good

the World always seems to gain

in tearing hearts in two

doubling the quantity of quiet anguish

while under my idea of will-to-good

something bubbling hot in me is rising up

to overthrow a notion like advantage and make move....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

closing circles is harder to do

than your positivistic "good thoughts"

can inspire you to do

anything you do fucks up the so-called "flow"

because the very mind that ascertains

blocks the very process to convey you forward

do all creation a favor

stop trying to rule the universe as One far above you

weeps for laughter

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

mercy is only the still moment

between catastrophes

those who believe in rest

speak of these fugitive instants

that arise from an easing of attention

and disappear as quickly as the next

calamity rears its head and you are back

in the earthbound assaults of our mortality

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

you will see for yourself

the spilling of your fate

across many borders that exist

only in the minds that accept them

then you will know the hopelessness

of your endeavors to cultivate miracles

while you ignore the very blooms

that rise beneath your feet

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I couldn't recall my last happiness

'til it crept out of my brain

and faded as I awakened

and the afterglow of dream

wrapped around me

for another 15 minutes

soften re-entry into the daily concrete

nightmare of our testing

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


what could be

more inspiring to

all of us

in this ecology

than to study

and revere

the fire ant cluster

floating in the rush of water

to stay afloat

to stay upward

what could be

more inspiring

the fire ant cluster

atop the rushing water

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
fools will drag you into their holes

wise men will lead you astray once you're out

a clean shiny member of the hierarchy will bear down

on you and make you understand

that your freedom is a hinderance

to the smooth workings of the Machine

so you dig back into a hole

or stray beyond where (you hope) they can't find out

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
my head rumbles beneath

its own thought

my consciousness

tries to reach into the sky

but my head is under the ground

like an ostrich

and like an ostrich's cry

is muffled by our own entombment

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


explain to the night sky

why you think you deserve a break

the wheel-chaired palsy victim

down the hall has it worse

the newly blind listen to the lifers

with ears super-attuned

the unemployable broken man

waiting for his last meal of hamburger and a drink

on the corner that is his territory

yes you too can wind up so defiled in this world

your parents wouldn't stand up for you

but if it's down to you

you're better draining the wound at last

healing will heal if you don't wish to die in your imagination

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I am sure of nothing now

I walk the street and observe the sprawl

my business is done and my living is too

but why am I still here?

I've made enough god-damned mistakes

to last five lifetimes or more

and I don't relish handling all of them

but why am I still here?

is it a worse fate?

a price beyond my knowing?

a last lick before entering the chute?

but why am I still here?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I hang in the balance

but it 's been so my whole life

God may muscle

every whit of the price

but now and then a price is paid

in full...then what is God's vengeance

when you're totally broke

and no sign of mercy flutters

on your head?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, October 5, 2015


I'm not a great one for trouble

I let the hordes go by

meandering after them I see

their dust is a disappearing gargoyle's head

their passing is a smudge on the day

and before I know it

I'm on top of the hill in twilight

some scowling invisibility wailing in the the stars

blind and deaf to our presence but not to the degree

as to raise lament up from the ground

as the hordes filter back inquisitively

and I see from my vantage a way of secrecy

that could not draw a hordes's attention because

I'm not a great one for trouble (though it still takes work

to avoid it so there's some kind of benefit to someone)

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

nervous over the silence

the darkness of night

the hope of day

no one can relax

knowing anything can come

from either of these

the edgy expectations fulfilled

the terror of being alive mightily stoked

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

dark and sinister as they can be

clowns do make the world lighter

they bring out all you hide

and mock it in front of you

no wonder people are creeped out

by them or find easy targets

for their frustration...who wants to be faced

by an unapproved image?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the broken-hearted

do not hope for

miracle or escape

they know every ache

and know it makes

the reality for this acceptance

of the damage and the comfort

their pain confers on them

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


this autumn is cool

but the trees are a drab brown

very little color to the leaves

after this dry summer

somewhere a loon cries in the rill

perhaps mourn the passing

of the warmth as mists massage

all plants and trees and the high moon above

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

another beginning is

as fraught with anxiety

as a dreaded ending

to redo this form

unsure of what was

fair or foul

should ease the fear since it's

all one and you know it

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, October 2, 2015


I saw you moving through dark alleys

as if you wished not to be seen

stupidly I followed (being young

and horny and idiotic about it)

and in that darkness like a black hole

I've been entrapped

I may never again see the

bright lights of the boulevard

but I'll have plenty of time

to berate the so-called brilliance

of my so-called brain

yes it's the common mistake of all men

and so do the "blind rage" bit

while the eyes of others adjust....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


the best thing in going to sleep

is the disintegrating thought

signaled in babble

with the world around you fading

and some inner scene leaps before

your attention with its own antic view

and "things to say"

like an overlay of two different worlds

concurrent in your bedroom

leaking dream-matter into the conscious brain

that suddenly pulls itself from this barrier

of shadow worlds and snaps awake for the last look

at the outer world slipping into darkness

and the dream world reasserting itself

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


here I cannot be seen

here I cannot be heard

I stand in the middle

of a common mob

and no one hears or sees

what I portray

the Void around each of us

that allows all things to happen

are we strong enough

to handle this degree of responsibility?

are we in tune with cosmic waves of energy?

I stand in the middle of a mob

because it is safest there at least until some

asshole plays the "God" Card and breaks ranks....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
thrashing branches

imitate the rage

of your defeat


the story doesn't end

until the skin halts

in its trek through

this futile forest

but that isn't all

the soul continues

and knows directly

the thrash of branches

while the rage under this storm

is trivialized to gracious surrender

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I draw fortitude for a few days

from gray wet mornings like this one

there's always an awareness of childhood

just behind the mind as I gaze

on the rain glazed trees so like ourselves

but for the extended range of different times

and from this window postulate a creation

not as stringent as this one

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I better keep moving

I'm lost and afraid

but there's no relief

I better keep moving

I'm lost and afraid

every path leads to

a wall I cannot scale

I'm lost and afraid

but there's no relief

the memory fixed and set

the identity comprehensive and empty

but there's no relief

and I go lost and afraid though there's

no relief and see I am better at moving

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

turning low under twilight

bats wings hack rapidly the air

zagging over the trees

and disappearing into the branches

of a gray evening...

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


the chocolate moon

spread its faint burnt glow

over 1/2 the Western Hemisphere

digging out the last remnants of self

to salute this disruption

in our energies and our creations

what will doubt...will have

its own violent twist of judgment

and justice will be a mercy if you get it...

but I have little at the moment to do

but stare at the ruby-ringed smudge

(from our kitchen window too no less...)

when a world was changed but no one

suspected a thing when they woke....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.