Monday, November 30, 2015


seven years since this blog burped up

my time of tribulation is over

but the wreckage of my past remains

and I'll just stumble along with the rest of you

we are nowhere near the release we seek

in the Almighty and the less we petition God

and tend to our own intent and follow through

the less we would safe our lives rather than lose them

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, November 27, 2015


we've shown our hands

we've bluffed and folded

we've bluffed and won

if any of us knew what he was doing

we'd know better than to gamble

but we have our free choice

and the turn of every card flatters

the Ineffable with its cheesy visor

but He runs the game

and it's a gamble just to get up

every morning and make it to breakfast

without it being the last day

of your earthly existence

next game: pass the trash

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


passed the word

as so many before me have done

we speak to the deaf

we show illuminations to the blind

and yet must watch our own vanities

as preach what even we can barely comprehend

passed the word

and who heard it is not our business

we're all on our own

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


go to this blog c. summer of 2010

and read Wails of the Wraecca

and you will realize I'm not a blasphemer

but one who at least learned

that all our religions are man-made constructs

that turn their believers into hide-bound evil-doers

all our religions are projections of our hate and ignorance

and fear because we can't get over ourselves

that is what I came to tell you all these years

and suffered over so intensely myself

kill the god of your imagination

and you will be open to the Godliness in yourself

Content (c) 2008-215 Philip Milito.


strange how everything looks as it does in the earth

this is where the thought patterns are templates

for their own material manifestations

and me with my Philip Milito identity

imprinted onto the soul's soft belly

and remembrances come floating up to the fore

that either shame or forgive me according to the experience

I feel both rootless and lost and right at home....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I'm going into unknown territory here

at last my continual good-byes for this sojourn

in the earth may finally be final and I'm moving off

into realms I've yearned for without reckoning

the reality behind these earthly acts

does it matter if life is active and continuous

right to the ultimate Reunification

(to use such or any words will just engender

the Way Things Are over and over

until we wake up to who we really are

now I put my own words where my mouth is

now we'll all see if what I've ever said

holds credence as I journey forward

back to from where I came

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, November 26, 2015


we are at our worst

when we try so hard

to do our best

how the One weeps

when there's an open way

and it's ignored

because we are deluded

into thinking we know best

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


accepting the descent

of your physical life

will cause much pain

if you cannot get over


the descent is just

another aspect of the Ride

so let it ride

no harm to you

unless you bring it on


Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


giving thanks

is hard

where little

seems worth blessing

it's a matter of perspective

you lose yourself in the world

and suffer or you absent yourself

and give thanks

for finding this way out....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015


but to what?

if you dream

with your eyes open

and all you see

is your dream

then nothing is sleep

but disbelief

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
ordinary is this day

with its blessings and its atrocities

the world exploding everywhere

but not right here at the moment

but doom is the final end

for all life that has not been redeemed

such metaphysical terrors surrounding

and closing on this ordinary day

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
as if the residue of this life

has finally been burned off

and the soul is clean and released

bearing the imprint of the life as lived

another path will be constructed

another way to find a way forward

to succeed or fail or stride forth or dawdle

passed one personal limit to the next excited opening

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, November 23, 2015


oh how the years have piled up

7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7

and here I am suddenly spent and old

what sins absolved and those that were not

did the job because I still could not

release the worldly mind that insists

on its accomplishments

7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
how easy to lie silent

when every mistake is unveiled

to crush yourself down further

than you'd imagined for yourself

oh your mind is just an element

that tosses in the cosmic sea

and oh how easy it is to lie

in the remorse of our deluded redemption

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

good bye to my little island

cowering under the tsunami

I lived there in my delusions

my whole life long

and now I face a natural end

I'd been pleading for my whole life

good bye to my little island

the wave has finally arrived

Content (c)2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, November 22, 2015


seven years of this blog come the 30th

and what have I learned?

nothing really

just unloading a lifetime of shit

no mercy no grace no forgiveness

and making wild guesses against

whatever is to come

seven years of this blog maybe long enough

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milio.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

alone in the universe

don't ask God for help

you'll never get it

don't ask another to help you

do what you have to do alone

you alone in the universe

make your own way

and to hell with any divine horseshit

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
oh the horrible wonderful appalling vision of God

is like a lie that destroys the soul after all

no mercy no grace no forgiveness

it's all as if there were no god

but there is a God and mercy on us all

He acts like a crime family's thug of a gangster

I think I'd rather die on the street than endure the wicked

hypocrisy of this so-called 'god'

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I learned the hard way God

knows not from grace or mercy or


but I also learned to live for myself

and if God still wants to punish me

let him...the impossible raging fuck...

I'll do the best I'm able and if "Da Lawd"

has a beef with that...fuck Him...I won't mind

losing my life if I keep doing the right thing

and all He knows how to do is fuck me in the ass

(and not in a good way....)

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


idiots run wild

it's as if there were no god at all

instead of constantly 'testing' us

why don't you soak

your balls in honey

and let fire ants have at you

I'd give anything to watch you bastards

get what's coming to you

Content (c)2008-2015 Philip Milito.


every bigotry and hatred

is enflamed and roaring

in these days

it's because the New Age

is yet another sales handle

on some fake Golden Age

you idiots

you insufferable cretins

you've lived so many

lifetimes and still

you know nothing

but your own craven sin

still you know nothing including

where your worthless soul will rot

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

vast as the One

the types of experiences

available to the

stumbling boob of a soul

are as one happening

in the instant of its happening

and you watch your lifetimes

testify to the ongoing stumble

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
faces ghost-lit on the catacomb walls

go out when unbelievers breach the crypts

pilfer the material treasures of those

who have less use for them now than before

and watch some utterance made in human ignorance

take form in the torch-blackened passage

as remains are excavated by the ghouls of greed

and the ghostly faces bide their time for redress

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
who do I turn to

when everything is turning on me?

I must turn to no one and nothing

but myself

I pushed a branch and it snapped back

into my face

and now I cannot blame some 'god' in the sky

for my eagerness to go forth

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
every chance blown

and no end to the apologies

such is the holiness of the ignorant

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
a flock of birds wing past my window

as if they were chased by a huge predator

whose shadow looks like the rising of a storm

on a desert of bones and sand

if I could run as fast as those birds

could fly I'd be so fast that I'd meet them

wherever it was that they landed

but without a bag of crumbs to greet them

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

well good morning or night

depending where you are now

in relation to the sun

I would wish you a "great" day

but all days are alike

some goodness bleeding through

and stones on the back of a loner

and each moment offers both conditions

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip milito.
life in flesh or spirit

is the same dismal aching

of intent never acknowledged

progress never blessed

how suddenly the childish ideas

of "God The Loving Father"

vanish in the wilderness of sky

and earth when this "God"

does His best to ignore our repentance

and proceed to punish us

and then only if He can bugger us

with a spiked dildo of His own requirement

life in flesh or in spirit sends all of us

to the reckoning of our foolish beliefs

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

I wish I didn't find out all the conditions of creation

that have made me so ready to damn myself in trying

to do right and have it matter not at all

to see any good you try to preserve in the spirit

of repentance wiped away utterly

you make your move and leave the rest to God

just stumble along and do right then wait

for the unmitigated suffering to be unleashed by this God who "loves us so"....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

awake again by a foggy shore

yet again the monochrome sky of rain

once again pondering things of which

I thought I had a half a chance to amend

no no no my friends

God has the last word on everything

so nothing is forgiven until that maniac's

spiked cock shreds your asshole in judgment

again awake in the silver morning of weariness

and a plaster wall sits on my lungs

and prohibits me from jumping up and down

in praise of God's horrible regime

awake again and wondering how much more

I must endure before I can transcend myself and rise from this terror

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
all these words tumbling out

for those few who would receive them

best way to pass the word

is to say nothing

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
really good of you to follow along

but you shouldn't you know

you should go your own way

and there find the one you hate the most

you will have business with this one

and a silent inert God will let it fall

on you like the landslide unhinged

by touching a single rock

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I will love you

but not like before

then we were children

looking for a fairy tale's conclusion

now we're weary adults

who know the punchline and wince

but if I didn't love you

I wouldn't have been sucked into this

and together we share the tired shrug

together we regret what we thought

we were doing to amend and renew a love

oh fools who believe faith and love in a world

without any I will love you

knowing now how the dream fades into a fogged afterward

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
ruins beyond repair

form myths

in the minds

of reincarnating souls

who've forgotten

how much they've contributed

to the conditions into which

they are reborn

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
blind and at peace

on the edge of the sea

the salty spray a goodbye

to the body and a welcome

to the soul at once

oh the beauty of being final

where all we say echoes between

the bones of who we were

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
no happiness

that can reach

the soul who lingers

on the beach

of the world

waiting for departure

that pause in Infinity

gives rest as the soul slides out

of my worn body to gather anew

the shingles that spot the way

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

happy now to be released

my body joins the elements of this world

food for the predator or a slab

rotting under God's idea of the sun

good only for future incarnations

(maybe even one of my own)

to see my form fade into an aether

made of my own grace

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

there is much I can't bless

but I don't care anymore

we control no outcomes

just make our moves

and let it go out of

our hands into the ravages of this world

remember me if at all as the fool

who thought there was another way out

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
my life is over

and so I walk

empty of all

the personality

that defined me

in landscapes that

no longer exist

in time that is all my content

and in the culmination

that delivers me to who knows what?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
one day all will be over

the Creation perfected

and nothing left to plead with God

as all is subsumed back into the All

will I be there to see it?

will I calm my soul enough to release

the lifetimes of fumbling error?

or will a black void be all that remains?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
birds flustering

over a pile of feed

bird knows no sin

bird lives in integral grace

picks some seeds and lifts off

for the next pull of the wind

tracing the vectors of grace

birds remind us of our fallen state

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
no sense in this living

we get nothing for doing right

and get all misery for our mistakes

deliberate evil is surely punishable

but even our stumbling is nothing

to be forgiven

all this absolute perfection demanded

of an imperfect creation

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


under a spotty red November night sky

I can feel the surges of sleep or insomnia

roll against the restlessly sleeping

tossing like a cloth in a wind

or the vividly awake in listless glazing

holding a glass in a dim living room

and watching the empty air churn out

the furniture now as nothing to toasted ganglia

how perfect this late Fall night in choosing its own time

to impose sense of place and free us in a single action

like the dull-witted in the midst of a decision

staring head in the stale cryptic air toward Heaven

the air roiling gently out of touch until deteriorated

even as anger swells and futility lessen

the fine fire of the night what's left is your sky

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.    

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


you who've hated God for not slaying your enemies

you who rebel when you face your own reckoning

you who see no wrong in all you do

how I hate the hell of make of the world

but if I says anything I'm no better than you

my hate you dragging me in your world of delusion and hate

I in my solitude ignoring your own bullshit

might be doing something wrong but to hell with it

I have my own price to pay despite our Oneness....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


happily awaiting death is a small thing

the evil amok these days has exhausted my beliefs

and wiped out  all my rationales

this is another generation's karmic pay being paid

I have nothing with these fundamentalist pigs

(whatever their asshole religions)

I'm already sickened beyond endurance

of this so-called "God Of Love" allowing this shit to happen

and all the people involved in it seem like nothing

and I mean nothing no value no worth to themselves or others

no need to lift a finger to help them

let them all rot in their own shit let them taste the heartlessness

of the god in which they love killing in the name

awaiting death is small when it releases you any bastard fellowship

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


will you simpletons wake up?

you non-contributng thatches of shit

who sit in your cafes and act superior

to the apocalypse going on around you

because you live in some fantasy dome

that "we'll win and can I have another of those coquettes?""

9/11 was enough? the london subways weren't enough?

the Boston Marathon blown to shit wasn't enough?

a Russian plan exploded by a small bomb in the name of Allah

Paris in flames and whatever unmitigated evil isn't enough?

God damn you your smug self-righteousness isn't enough reason

to understand people like you make this a time for the West to pony up

for it's bad karma you unbelievable unacceptable pigs hurling down the chute

while you and these jihadist pigs struggle for what hotter hell in which to die....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, November 16, 2015

don't know what will happen next

either I'll die away because I dared tell it to God

as it is or there will be some breakthrough

that will deliver me higher into the realms

I really don't give a damn anymore

I'm old and tired and sick of nothing

turning out as it will but I will keep trying

to make good and God will finally show mercy or not....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
enough of god

if we are righteous enough

our own acts will be proof and reward

and as for my beef with God

well I'm sure I'll regret every self-hatred

projected as blasphemy but seeing all good effort

to make amendments reduced to nothing

then God better get over Himself and finally show

the love He denies us

let God beg our forgiveness

He'd be fortunate to learn we'd forgive Him

as we forgive our own enemies

or not depending on the enemy

but we are all at sufferance and that includes our so-called "Lawd"

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


turn from God

God will only demand repentance

and then damn you for it not being good enough

turn from God

do right by other always and ignore

the fire-breathing psycho who damns total love

turn from God and be truly holy

despite what this Bastard has in store

may He learn mercy and forgiveness for Himself

or be left to His hard lesson of vengeance

and wind up alone at the end of all things

He deserves no less....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


stop loving God

He won't help you

He'll punish you for daring

to amend your errors

no it has to be God Himself

fucking the life out of you

for it to be official

Vengeance is His but love

and forgiveness are not....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
now you see your last deal go bust

you were trying for redemption

but God had other ideas

and your amendments were the least of things

oh Lord the psycho who loves us so much

He never tires of fucking us

keep shitting on those who try so futilely

to repent since it goes against Your miserable vengeance

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

where the sins fall

platforms are raised

and building is a way

of gaining redemption

even building something

the same way it was

means amends and the effort

not to re-do the mistake

but even with error excused

result is not the only indicator

though intent means little

it matters to the will to try

and where absolution comes

buildings fortify on the edge of waste

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

I cannot go on waiting for death

let me live

let me act

let me run

when the deed is done

the sooner I leave

the sooner I'll know where I'll go

but I cannot go on waiting for death

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
nothing you do matters

the world is not molded

by your face cast

and the hearts you betray

won't even remember

for all the tears

recall nothing as you feel

everything anyhow

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I lead you to a sleep that refreshes

don't fight it

who among the sane fight sleep?

have a wash in insight

even if awakening scatters the dream

the moments you wish were this eternal Present

will still haunt you unnamed and unremembered

but for an awareness buzzing beneath consciousness

to lead you to a refreshment that will

renew the strength of your will

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
let us begin again

too much has been lost in this sojourn

too much has failed to reach full potential

I did my best but lost it to pain

and anger and the scars are there in me

even if those who hurt me still grieve under

the unholy assaults of our shaky attempts at amendment

let us begin again even if there is nothing to save

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


such nostalgia

as if my memories happened

to some one else

but no it was me

at a different place in my being

and while it seems another life

it was this one

signaled out over the myriad others

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


oh what will be next sonny boy?

damned if I know Aunt Fanny

you laugh seeing the absurdity in everything

how fondly I remember you

moments of mirth as you laughed

over some story of who waited an hour and a half

for a priest that had already come and gone

now I laugh like you Aunt Fanny having no clue

what's next....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I am wise man and fool

in one being

and knowing this has gutted my power

I now know absolutely nothing

of what I should do and why

God demands obedience

maybe God should finally awake up

to the bullshit of His requirements

and wake up to the fact You promised freedom

and delivered nothing but the worse humanity

has to offer and the wise man and fool in me

has also had it with this bullshit

what use to do anything when it amounts to nothing

on Your scoreboard or in our daily compromises

think how much better You'd be regarded

oh Tyrant Everlasting

if You were only as good and perfect

as You claimed to be

and not some maniac playing God and all else

the foolishness of our baby faiths

like the lies we tell children....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


Lord are You happy now?

no amends to be made

no mercy sought after

You have Your price

assuaging Your power madness

you drained everything out

and still condemn the emptiness of Your Domain

the sickening paradoxes of the One

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
good people

drift in and out

of your life

come when most

needed and deliver

the goods

by opening the way

the way you need to go

so you can get there

but they are few

and far between

they come to do their part

then depart and leave the rest to you

but the bastards

the bastards

the non-stop all-out assholes

come and sit

but they never leave

they do their damage

but hang around

and never never never go

the miserable ungodly bastards that God allows

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
furies of love

test the material

stretches out our sorrow

makes happiness brief

burnished like a mirror

the furies identify themselves

with our identities in clutch

and the rest after that a pause

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the path parts in the underbrush

can we think our way

across this quagmire

or dare we trust our feet?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
to this moment

I contribute nothing

I shot my wad at the fair

and am hiking my way home

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, November 13, 2015


early dark

yet another winter comes

and a slate blue twilight

announces nothing

its presence

fading into the ever beloved night

of deep mysterious peace

and acquiescence to the dying of the light

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I wish I could still believe what I used to believe

that a loving god forgave and sustained us

that all suffering came from an upstart myriad

that couldn't believe what it believed

I wish I could still believe this

in the face of all reality's contrary evidence....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
cranking out song or static

the soul knows what

it must say even if

the mind doesn't quite get it....

Content (c) 20082-15 Philip Milito.
taken down again

in the shadow of bare limbs

how can anyone

bury their eyes in the dirt

when the day's brilliance sears?

how can anyone cup their ears

and plead deafness when the music

surrounds the heart and subsumes concentration?

the soul itself borne away on the shoulders of the spheres?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I feel wretched enough

to vomit or die

what more do I know of

this moment's lie

except I feel ill enough to die?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
poetry pours like grain

out of a torn sack

we cultivate it but then again

there's much the ground won't give back

and when we think we know our seeds

and try to apprehend their refinement

we end off with a bizarre strain that needs

a secret hiding in its confinement

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


hell is to be left in the earth

to be pitched into the Darkness

with all you who never

thought your overweening sense of self

was the evil doing you in

oh all we can do is make our moves

we have no control over the outcomes

and hell is continually making the best choice

in the instant of action then take it from there

or be lost and blotted out for standing still

in the vortex of this insidious creation

die or subsist you will learn from your suffering

and getting it right will be out of your hands

all this turmoil's to be left in the earth and your choice with it....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

this life was going to last forever

and it will

even if it is the sad remains

of holy intent waged as conniving falsity

this life will go on forever

even as the charred remains of the One

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you watch as stars fall from the sky

you feel an uncanny calm watching

the world tear itself apart

one maniac at a time

glad not to have joined in

with the malignant beliefs

of the suicidal vanity of humankind

that leave an empty hole where a star was....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you are caught between many compulsions

you try this and ditch that and still

you have no idea what it is you seek

we never getting the full story from the Source

oh merciless living if only the quiet between

calamities were an organic silence to render

the unrecognizable into the truth we guess at

when all else fails and all else does....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
the poetry sings through the void

at a time when there are less ears to hear it

it will always be there for an enlightenment

when generation after generation ignore it

that whistling in the ears that suggests

a higher frequency than we'd ever normally hear

the poetry sings through the void

as we as ever hear none of it but sound cutting sharp then fading out

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, November 12, 2015


under the silver light of the fading day

there's as much reason to go as there is to stay

either here or there it should suffice

that something will beggar you or pay off your price

you never can know what concerns you've created come back to you

and a long period dazed and supine must been gotten through

before the reddening light of looming night

will fill your eyes with a shining darkness to soothe your sight

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
rumblings in the ground

a secret feared by everyone

described in flinches and emptyings

of thought before the entire

collapse of all rectitude

what will open at our feet

giving a last lesson in the

certainty of some reckoning

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I do not miss the past

when its ruins pile around me

and the present time seems

no different than the past

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I gave up too soon

though the goal

was always large before me

the more I moved toward it

the farther away it seemed

I gave up too soon

realizing afterward

I was already there and didn't know

Content (c) 2002-2015 Philip Milito.


ghosts in the mist


as outlines

moving through

wet plaster

why are they hanging

around? why would they stay

right where they were freed?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I wanted to reassure you

I would always be there

and always be true

but there wasn't any need

it's true that I'm true

and that I am always with you

and this truth is verified

every time we look at each other

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
bell tolling

gray morning

no leaves left

but tufts of scarlet

dressing the branch ends

a void stare at the morning

all there is

on this particular morning

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

who knows their end?

we pitch and spin and wheel

like tops on a table top

and as long as we're awake

we give the blow by blow

in its naked insistence

as if any of it made a difference

as if we knew what was coming....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
my heels point upward

I'm moving as fast as I can

now I know those weird

rumblings deeply underneath

weren't upheavals in sleep

any minute now the sky will open up

any minute now

any minute    any

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm bringing you into a secret

I hope you realize the trust in you invested

because you can be of no help to me

and you wouldn't get what I have to say

but there's a chance

just a piddlingly-powerful chance

that you'd redeem me by an awakening

in the last place you'd've thought we'd meet

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm killing myself to do this writing


it may be artlessly honest

but even then it's rebellious work

because I couldn't accept my place

in this awful creation

and if you heard or read any of it

would you care I wasted a life doing it?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you can't keep up with me

while I'm racing like this

from thought to thought

I'm in full flight

and you can lift wings

or stay aground

and watch what you were afraid to try

and what I was stupid enough to do

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
it isn't my imagination

I did wake to the floor shaking

I'd better ditch my wonderful plans

since something else has worse for me

for us for everything that is ready to pass

and to not know which horseman

is riding down for me or you or us

love is my imagination and what I'm enduring

certainly isn't

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
you who are privileged

you at a loss

you who's known both states

and still did not choose

you who glimmer just behind the eyes

you who cannot explain the how

of your daily assault

yet you who are subordinate

to every fever of lust and fear and

determination to go forward

not knowing whether it for you to do so

you who I address in this oblique way

you are a con like me and like me

you stand quiet and titivate

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I'm eager to see

if I can walk my own measure again

everything I'd hold firm to

slides by like oil on an iron surface

no need to salvage and retrieve anything

it no longer has any value

and I plant firm for traction

my measure prepared to cut through

to the first aggravated step

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.



to suffering



to lamentations


sadly never


Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I see the way ahead

it does look like everywhere I've been

so mind corrects its notion

but ever a test of strength to ensure

doing anything that doesn't

disturb this balance of what I would see

and what I would do

would I see the way out

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm pouring out my last signals

I'm about to go under

and wind up where I'd probably

regret winding up but then

none of us get out unscathed

you needn't answer

just take the word you hear and repeat it

until you awaken

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I'm surprised to find you here

I thought you'd be miles away by now

ah but how often we visualize what we'd do

if we could and fall far short

when the flesh moves and the ruins dance around us

and we cannot cut it

maybe I shouldn't be surprised

here you are and here I am

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


only a little farther to get to where we are

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
I gave everyone a chance

to have his vengeance

I too failed by thinking

myself superior to my pain

so we sinned against each other

both looking in our own ways

to grow a backbone for intent

and to distinguish our vanity from salvation

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

do I feel better?

better than what?

nothing else has been


only a notch up

in consciousness

and a step down

into the Reality of my vision

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I'll give you reason

to examine me

only if

you also disrobe

it's been a while

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


beg for you're sorry now

you destroyed us with your dominance

and I with my basic distrust

so I beg now

sorry I wasn't wiser or that

I hurt you in so many misconceived

attempts to get to the bottom of things

as if we really knew what we were about....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
everything goes as it should

even your misfortune is gist

for a more profitable position

if you could only stop yowling

for the nearest teat

if only you could realize even

your distress is liberating

your take vs. the actuality....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

what I've done to my world

I deserve to suffer in spades

the faux wisdom

the absurdly defined illuminations

that were nothing more than food poisoning

for the soul and the unfailing ranks

of fellow creatures in all they destroy

in order to be what they think is free

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
don't despair

it will only show

you still doubt the way ahead

and that you have less to say

about your penitence

than you imagine

so indeed act as you must and

don't expect....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
all we've searched for

was never anywhere else than

where we were at

years spent in such a mode

yearning for what

we didn't know we had

if anything is left to sustain me

where is it now?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


love is a curtailment of freedom

it shouldn't be that way

and we try our best to make sure

it doesn't turn out that way

but where you end and another begins

is like following a certain current

in a throbbing of water

and ever losing the definition

of a single flowing in a weaving

of movement that chains us to a tide

that carries us back to a shore

we thought we had quit

and our love's objective meets

its fulfillment in a slow drowning of dismay

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Monday, November 9, 2015


is blank mind

moving in

its zone

clear of any

cluttering thoughts

of self that would

inhibit the heart

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


a professional is one who claims allegiance to God

while ignoring every oath rendered to the Almighty

and acting as if he himself were God Almighty

and presumes to act in the God's stead

and lifetime after lifetime is wasted trying

to awaken the soul to its folly of dominance

while all they've harmed wait patient to undo

the vanity that they offered as their pledge of bogus righteousness

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


my will takes a beating every instant

of every moment I experience

and nothing I can spot and recall

matters in the enviable onslaught of living

you say you're sorry but thinking

admitting this will spare you pain of consequence

but it doesn't because I have found the hard way

there is nothing but the full stamp of every misrule

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


your dreams tell you nothing

you can remember or use

it makes sense of the misty scene

absorbing the consciousness that would act

and disappearing like vapor upon awakening

and see you can't remember what was denoted

your dreams are like any other carrot-and-stick

to lead you to a righteousness you can't begin to comprehend

Content (c)2008-2015 Philip Milito.


you will perceive a certain resentment

in many of my words

why not?

I went into the fire for you

and you're busy fussing

with bogus philosophies

that pretend your soul doesn't matter

except as a doll won at a shooting gallery

and that 'obedience' is your salvation

and that you needn't do anything

but just be in order to be forgiven

you will hear me and not understand the tug

on the sleeve and its warning

I sweat this all for you and you were off watching the fireworks

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Friday, November 6, 2015


there's little to say and less to do

the better part of this sojourn is finally through

and when the silver cord breaks at all

the soul is set free and returns to its place

in the eternal here and now of the only Reality

and yes it might take a while to recall your acts

and to erase the error that you did in the ignorance

of your own sense of self but there is no mercy

for those who get it wrong and perpetuate

their own tries at transcendence

little makes sense in those of us in our skins

and even out of them we are still only at

our own levels of development and must do or re-do the form

before there is finally nothing to say or do....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


you thought happily of ever after

well if you make it passed yourself

then that may be your fate

but keep it unconscious

lest your own will sabotage your path

and you wind up being precisely

the lost soul your vanity paraded as your identity

and how many times are left to renew?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


eyes swoop down from the moonless night

some demon in bat wings dresses up

to ensure my attention

while angels glowing steps away watch

for an outcome acceptable to their functions

the take-away is that good triumphant is still

weak tea against the horrible judgment

that allows you to be spotted as if by night vision goggles

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


I'm almost ready to believe you

out here in the desert of the self

I feel layer upon layer

of my personality

shaved off my being

and what was loved and what was coveted

are peeling onto the killing floor

you were right about something's being beyond change

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Thursday, November 5, 2015


is it just me

or am I among those aging out

who will die of medical and/or insurance

protocols long before

I die of my complaint?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


stop being so proud of being an asshole

everything you worship is a lie

everything you assent to is full of holes

and being pliant to your masters makes you

so much less than human

that it's no wonder you talk loud

and party hard

I remember you assholes

when they were your parents and grandparents

and all you're doing is extending the streak

the bloodlines of bastard's bullshit

this is unfortunately the continuity

of mindless chuckle-fuck

you have nothing to say to which anyone will listen

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


you know there are many of us

who are not plugged into the grid

we do things the way things have been done

for years before this technological matrix

put us in clear view of this era's masters 

of the universe...

we refused to be made into cyphers

we dissent from the anti-christ kingdom

of business and finance and strict quantified of this generation have brought this on

and think it's perfectly o.k....and will only break

when your natural hungers break out

and oh all the futile explaining you'll undergo...

forgive the rest of us if you find yourself

expelled from the system you slavishly praised

and are not all that merciful in our consideration

of your could have done so much

in the name of good and choose not to...

but we'll take you in and teach you

the way natural life has always been...

a cluster-fuck of power and greed

that you thought yourself heir to...

but without the stranglehold of science

to keep you in your place and deceive you into thinking

your life has value...join us in the actuality of Reality

and see if you can get over...

we've seen your type before and must trust in early May

you'll refute those orders from the DA....

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

what I was

was an opinionated idiot

what I am

is a chastened moron

what progress

how precise the lesson

to know one doesn't know anything

is all you need to know

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
a fool asks for mercy

a wise one asks for a chance

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


what we used to call 'Indian Summer'

is upon us with rich warm days

of sunlight saturating the red and golden leaves

and in that sense of melancholy peace

the eye is flooded with the last blazing

of a year's fullness and the gentle sliding

of our lives into the splashes of color

that are our last rising to the emptying of the season

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


you'll have moments

in which you'll doubt your sanity

as your fellow creatures

run riot with their ignorance

and wreck everything they have

like the idiot who saws off the branch

he's perched on

and you'll say 'oh no not me!'

as your arm flexes with every stretch

of the saw and you'll find no one

on which to pass the blame

you are a part of your fellows

and all of us wonder what the upshot will be

when we drop like apples to the ground

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


the sidewalks of Palm Beach

reveal the future of urban living

designs from Atlantis

sprout up filling

every empty space

along wide palm tree laden

streets that resemble

a Hollywood set designer's idea

of some Avenue of the Sphinxes

from Egypt which had no known

antiquity as if neon kitsch

were a realized vision of the god

I'm glad I'm just passing through

my dream cannot acknowledge a candy-colored paradise

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.


poor little boy

awaits the end of time

it's farther off

than he thought

he looks up into

the late autumn heat

and sees fly the birds

that know not from time

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015


the longer I live

the less there is to do

some people settle into

their twilight

while others strive

for a fading light

I've adjusted to the night

and see all shadows precisely

what left then except resignation and peace?

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.