Wednesday, June 8, 2016


you've done enough damage

let healing be

and healing will be

let love truly forgive

and all will be forgiven

and how strange to find this out

how all this goodness is true

and so many years living with it

and not really seeing it....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
fellows souls of anguish...

boy where we fools

we thought so much about evil

we wound up making an opening for evil

but souls...we do not have to go on

playing the dummy

we can just (for starters) lift our faces

and open our eyes

and see the good sky that makes

an opening for us

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you'll be happy where you end up

so will I...that is...where you end up

and where I end up...

no secret to any living soul

it will be the same place

and the same living

but fresh chances

to do it right

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you're going to have to read something else

I'm going back to work

back to real writing

you'll need some other

romance to read....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, June 6, 2016

now what will you do

as your time wraps up

but never as soon as you'd like it?

soon enough all this terror will pass

and you'll find yourself nonplussed

at how brief the time in this life

as you wake up in another and all you know

is that somehow you passed someone familiar

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
all night tossing and turning

worrying about work

worrying about death

worrying about everything

that grew rank

as life slipped away

and still demanded its due

which could no longer be afforded

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

Sunday, June 5, 2016


for the great

that too often



are all that remain

reduced from

his wisdom

Content(c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
some men learn too late

what love might have been

had they given and not taken

or disdained knowing or doing better

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

the power of love admits no aid or any need

love itself will hurt you to a wicked degree

we heal ourselves but it's so damn hard

when the the next shot of love is another wound

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

it's an uneasy passage

when you pass from

your own evil

to repentance

you're sorry but still

not really sure for what

and if you are certain then

certainly you're wrong

struggle you must since

God's judgment and your own

are ready to pounce

and force some errors into the light

where judged and judgment together

show the ambivalence of all reflection

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.
so much of what I was against

has passed back into the elements

so many who broke down my strength

and inspired me to hate

have been lost years passed

they also muttering in unbreakable anger

or who sit around and don't even remember

the incident at all

what am I for now but wandering a road strewn with

my own sin impossible to recall

so much of what I was reappeared unrecognized

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Friday, June 3, 2016

taken from the peak of one's being

and preparing truly for that "road home"

whose time long-awaited has finally arrived

the memory filled fully with life

the you in the infinite "present" with narrower focus

like a laser materialized out of your living surroundings

thus a cap on the past manifest now in this new ghost of mine

trying to learn out of one's peak

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip MIlito.

lost time I no longer mourn

it is the same time that welcomes

me now and will see an enlightenment

all the fullness joining with the Almighty's last word

to freedom from the conditional

and not to see my own imagination diminish this truth

beyond knowing beyond knowing to error in the aether

that time no one can read but for one's own dreamings

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the tragic tang

what? the tragic tang of what?

I don't want to write about that

I don't want to write

I want to only be here

for the moment of its passing

something tragic this clown wanted to revive

but fails to do so gaining this pause in some void

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

my eyes scan the sky

like an x-ray machine

but all I see is the beautiful

blue void where there is nothing

my heart thumps the sun

like a ripe melon shining gold

but all I feel is the firm texture

separating worlds that cannot be breached

my mind lays quiet and empty

under all it surveys and still can't figure it

and so I let my soul be its own universe

and contemplate its content

but I don't know what any of it

and lifetimes to find out the facts

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

a soft dawn from the deep northeast sky

(yet another summer)

for years I've counted how many I've seen

and now wonder how many I've left to see

but somewhere is always a soft dawn

glowing forth from a northeasrern sky

yet another summer morning

the light at the height

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

oh heartless One

I've suffered beyond all endureance

please let me die

I wish to die because I am tired of being dead

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
oh leave alone the moron's predictions

they are simple as cloudreading

and as profound

yes cloudreading has its own subtleties

and is as profound as Clear Mind

but think of the moron who rests his cells

and presumes tell the void it is a void

leave these fools along and just watch....

Content (2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, May 23, 2016

what endures and what perishes

the eternal question among all of us

but what does live will show us so

what does come and what does go

and if it looks not unfamiliar to us

we must have seen it somewhere

when we valued more than we thought

the bright and the enduring

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
pieces we will try to match and patch together

we may mend the whole thing nicely

or we make create a new fiasco

in the name of our self-deliveries

I will if I can leave your work unsigned

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
face reality

and learn that

you are a character

in the dream of a god

and you no more

or no less exist

the way you and

Popeye Smellowitz do

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you won't come out of this range

until the cold pale twilight glimmers

over the river and for today at least

you'll have forgotten your small shame

and remembered yourself in the glory

of the silhouettes of fading light and falling night

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

life is pain

a framing device

to direct our minds

toward forgiven

and become a flowing of

blessings on hates

that have at last disappeared

or to direct our minds

toward the impossible hater

who may never learn

what it is to forget or to heal

but will ever be ready to destroy

whom he wishes knowing only

the pain he makes into life

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.
angry as I go

I face the same idiots

who never seem to get it

yes you mean well

and yes you mean nothing

and there's no one stupid enough

to deal with you

yet another one who means to be the death of me

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

oh talk as much and as knowledgeably

as you need to hear yourself

as you ruin your own salvation

by a mistaken choice of action

that did not understand the imperviousness

of trying a deity's demand for peace

that none of us will manage look before

you've faced some of the impossible realities awaiting

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I whither long in my meditation

every moment an insight if not an illumination

that tells me what I've already learned

the hard way oh how can anyone wonder

about the value of living if the value stays enervated

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I'm not quite sure about living

how I could maintain a calm demeanor

while every pledged-to-being-an-asshole

does his or her dedication to a vow of trouble

as long as I'm still not sure how to live with any

strength of integrity against such bottle-feeders

I'll be as sure as I can to be sure what I need

I won't be so sure about getting what I need from them

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito. 

Friday, May 20, 2016

one minute I was young and lucky

the next minute so sick and aged

you're only left to wonder

just when and where the gun went off

how far the distances when your legs

give up so just walking down the street

is some journey but one minute the sun shines

and the next minute you're finished as rain

and clods of earth seal this particular sojourn

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the same souls criss-crossing

through life after life

no wonder you gets bored

or intrigued with each life

it's the only one you know

at any given moment

and the same one you'll know

when you go

Content (c) 2008--2016 Philip Milito.
learn to live

learn to laugh

learn to love

as I face the end

of this sojourn

I see I still have

my work cut out for me

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

cats yowling in the quiet 3 am street

how intriguing to hear in the solitude

of one's own blanketed safety

to hear their distress or danger at such remove

that one could feel the full force

of their cat power whether protecting a litter

or raging in unconquerable hunger

solitary worlds in the night while one sleeps in his

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
your tears have dried

because nothing is left to mourn

through every amend tried

another lesson has been bourne

when it's our melodrama

it comes off as mere grand opera

when it's our genuine solved karma

it's the end of a satisfying double feature

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
everything has been thought out

everything's been appeased

the facts are open and faced

and as little feared as mites

buzzing a sweaty summer arm

I never tried much to figure

how all this would form but it's hardly

the horror you'd expect or so it is for me

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
tired is how I'll leave this life

a lifetime of bullshit taking its toll

and all I can really do is

is wait for release

amid all that rumble

of stumbles and wrongdoings

but happy despite lying in the wreckage

to leave whenevr the One shows the mercy

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

say good night if you will

you'll wake again

to more mayhem

and additional farce

and say good morning

much as you like

you'd live until you're

so tired you'll wish again for sleep

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
frozen into the interior decorations

of this long-passing life

I feel the same every day

watching shadows cast accents

on the walls and furniture

imagining other lives I have lived

while this life itself was no more

than a tinky shrine to isolation

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
don't be too curious

you may find out

about some travesty

that wouldn't have happened

had you not known

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you'll listen but too late

but still you'll listen

and too late will come

your blinding illumination

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

do not believe yourself

when you've pledged the amendment

of your soul

you already are shouldering

enough merde to seed

a whole new world

and you're not even sure you're up

to finishing off the old world

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I want to throw this wireless mouse

against the wall

I've lost so many thoughts

I don't know what to think

jump the page and lose the statement

I'd love to shove it up

some idiot techie's ass and let

everyone's shit follow them

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

wet leaves on a rain-slick street

you remember the way here

the dull old streetlamp here

no urban renewal here yet

casting that black gleam on the alley wall

how long ago and a different kind of night

did the hazy summer night open the alley

to lovers who stepped from the block party

and kissed in twinging excitement while a boombox

filled the street with a loud leveling joy

oh how impossible to go back when so many

have gone on while a varied memory lasts

for all who've survived and let it come when it will

to want it is too much like asking for help

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.
I saw the Lord Himself

early morning

He had to have known I was

in the stone passageway

leading to His grotto

something pierced my hearing

and I turned away hoping

I in my turn will acquit myself as well

Content (c) 2008-2016 PhilipMilito.

Monday, May 16, 2016

all hinges on the new faith

and the empty mind

that swept out old ideas

wrong as a mirage

here in this mindset

you can hear the echoing

of archangels in some far end

of your vision

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


he doubts now

what he firmly knew before

he sits quietly sits aside

and listens to yet another

desert huckster selling us

an unflattering picture of ourselves

as people howl assent around him

he looks up in the slate-violet twilight

and imagines all present looking at

different pictures of this same soapbox

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


his fineness of line

was not his concern

he simply needed

to blast through any

convention to say

important things

he felt needed to be said

before the world ended

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
clear vision

you gained your peace

oh still every aspect intact

you're still who your are

just elsewhere from here

and far less the bad habits

another chance to make amends

clear vision until the next appearance

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the last thing someone remembers

when they get ready to go

is usually the very first thing

they learned in the earth

the desire to tie up matters always strong

even when it has been dome

and there is who you are

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the dying words

find life again

echoing in the ears

of your corpse

you will hear them

as you fade

but others will hear them

in their dreams at night

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, May 15, 2016


sunday evening

blue and shiny

despite a forecast

of white gray rain

here leaning sun


silvery pools of light

in the twilit overgrown

warmth of open air

the salty taste of sea

sunday evening predicts

even as it splats with night

the boons in presentation

something I've seen somewhere


Content (c) 2008--2016 Philip Milito.

you'll regret your rectitude

when you'll remember

surrendering it would

have strengthened your position

the self-doubt that turns on

the fact of the matter

but that ignores the fact

with the invention of your

own denial

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

guide us


the whispers

of god

by leading us

up against

our own dead ends

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

desire is our anticipation

memory our satisfaction

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.


who will kill Trump?

who will kill Hillary?

no one

no one at all

the malcontent citizens

of this former democracy

scream for definitive change

the wind up voting each for their own


Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

a liar will reveal himself

when an honest man ignores him

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

let the echoes of all

the selves you've been

whisper to you

in the singular voice

of the entity

that tried them on

in find out the true being

who goes by your real name

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.
what end you seek

is already written

your panic is only

forgetting what

you came to say

or do and even though

it costs a life to recall

the purpose of your

reason for being

when you reach that end

you have nothing to fear

but your own sorrow

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

the brittle stars rise cautious

over the long spring night

from which the insistent winter

that has finally departed

there is nothing left to say

about the new leaves

the daily sun continued to tug

out of their buds

the weary eyes have begun

to inch shut in growing sleep

the stars bursting into a speared gleaming

and the last waking consciousness

imagines these stars as pin holes through

which the eternal white can subsume and soothe

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
against the world

we are as nothing

against ourselves

we are too strong to forgive

and so it is the hardest thing

to do to match intent

and find the way we were

meant meet each other in the world

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
how wrong I was

to think for myself

and think I knew

when all my suspicion

fell out on all the happenings

between my  friends and foes

and inability to distinguish

oh I'll find otherwise

in that void of my own

that will empty of myself

and clean my thought

so I will examine the fullness

of my confusion and find myself

in total shame of what I thought I was

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone

I'm just a bad shot

I aimed at myself

and hit every one else

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, May 9, 2016

now the hurt hater gives up

his personae of a clownish Satan

but nonetheless a Lucifer

all the more clownish for his

lack of a sense of humor...

now this sorrowful mass

of pathetic want raving

at others as though he were

looking in a mirror

or or launch blasphemies

at his own false idol

now this contrite spoiled child

learns again the language of confession

on his tongue pleading forgiveness

Content (c) 2008-2016 PhilipMilito.

Sunday, May 8, 2016

why hate life?

why fear death?

it's all one living

just close your eyes

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


howling baby

in the burning night

it foresaw its future

it despairs of its life

it vaguely remembers

a cold hearted force

its serpent eyes glistening

as it dispatched the this soul

into its new body

of thirst and hunger

pain and shocks

hatreds and fears

suffering and blindness

in the burning night

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
we all know right from wrong

even if we have help distinguishing

which is which

and there's the so-called rub

right isn't always right

and wrong isn't always wrong

and you must be sure of where you are

and how you are toeven guess let alone know

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the will to amend

is far different than

the will to heal

to fix is external

and easy

but to heal is something

you must let time do toyou

with the cooperation

of your own effortless effort

the effort of will and

the effortless acceptance of the atonement

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

the only disappointment

in being in the right

is the opponent who swears

he isn't in the wrong

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
regret is nothing but tears

after pride has been defeated

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
love dies nasty here

both are to blame

each honors his own reasons

and wants the other to carry the shame

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

Friday, May 6, 2016


waiting for the inevitable

whose arrival I cannot know

dispensed by a force I cannot see

and who will be custom clerk

of the universe

who will charge full penalty

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I regret every move that reduced me

to this position in life

just as I'll praise every process of creation

that leads me from it

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
anticipation is a fool's way of mastering foresight

especially when the fool can't clearly

see what is all around him that brought him to this point

and naturally lead away from it

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

now that time isn't long

all of it is rushing

through my mind

I watch memories

speed by my awareness

before I even recognize

their content and I find

I could always be whever

I wanted to be

I was all of them

in one self

I was all my identities

and time now is so quick

I can see it as one mind's gathering

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

will I live here long enough

to witness one last winter's worth

of snow?

I guess I'll find out

for myself and if I don't what matter when

there had been soon many?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
our love will not die

we'll be together again

hocking and nagging

each other unless

we stay friends and lovers

instead of mates

we've already proved monogamy

is insane

next time we'll love love purely itself

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
happy are the unbelieving

they'll have a hard time later

but while they roam the earth

they are the happiest creatures alive

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
a long life betrays you into

thinking you are blessed

tell that the tired ones who have had

enough and have stopped taking food

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

I do not wish to see many of you again

once a lifetime is quite enough

but for the possibility of that old

Veil of Forgetfulness dropping

again to remind us of only one lifetime


God's hard love at it again

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, May 2, 2016

when death comes it doesn't matter

you go on while dragging your train of ruins

and take as long as you need to uncouple

each karma load until you forget who you are

and get off the train



 Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

every moment of earthly life

we are staring into a void

your souls full of shit

and talons and frozen glimmering darkness

as long as we alive in the earth

we are staring into our own caves

always wondering at the back of the mind

which apparition will come carry us in....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
whoever blesses you

blesses you in spite

it is their turn to watch you

suffer under the blessings

of some fantasy of brotherly love

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


pain reminds you of the folly of trust

when everyone is too stupid to know

the value of another's privacy

and uncaring of what they do to do

especially professionals

who act like gods and murder

by power-madness and such

self-serving misdirection about it

(looking at you idiot Abou.....)

Content 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 29, 2016

I live for the ultimate time my love

will learn to absorb its suffering

into an understanding of the peace

that passes understanding

no wonder love is so crazy

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
hard hearts

breaking at last

they have finally

gathered too much weight

for their power to uphold

they have at long last

met the limit they thought

they could weld like an ax

on any but themselves

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

the less you try to do

the more gets done

another mystery of God

of which we must accommodate ourselves

try to figure things out and you'll fail

without a doubt or success

try to finally accept the Mysteries

and your comprehension will grow

somewhat clearer

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the heart speaks for the mind

and is indistinct

the mind doesn't know what it's saying

because it listened to the heart

a hard choice indeed when you remember

how so many told you to listen

to your heart and you found out

your head was right after all

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
any moment will see me gone

at least from here in the earth

any moment will see me arrive

at somewhere else I need to remember

any moment will leave me in some quandrey

that will force me back into cycles of rebirth

as any moment could leave me clear and empty

and finally out of the loop

how I wish I knew how and why

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

I am never sure of anything

that's my saving grace

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
stop churning your nerves

over how things are

let them be what they are

and look forward

to what you will become

if you become strong enough

to stop churning your nerves

and let life be what and how it is

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

God shouldn't take any bows

for this ugly plan or for creating us

asshats from the word 'go'

in a fresh world of decay

we are made in His image

so the word has always been

but I'd be too ashamed to cop to it

I'd admit the wrong and cease or try yet again

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


given nothing yet

given all

all that you get

will make you fall

what did you earn?

what did you take?

and how did you learn

you'd made a mistake?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 25, 2016

our own notions drive us to insanity

give no thought to God or others

they make life on earth impossible

slide other the surface of the crystalline pool

that shimmers like a mirror under the sky

and be one of the deep reflections

of light hovering at the bottom opening

a different direction to your peace

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I am happiest

when I do not think of God or life or others

when the moon instead dips its tongue

down from the sky to drop dew

on my parched lips

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.
no forgiveness for us?

no forgiveness for You oh filthy One

we are all One after all

aren't we?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
worshippers of God

how on earth do you begin to know

good from evil when the One is almost anything

it need be to dominate?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


I feel bad for the gentle creatures

the ones who hide at a sweeping shadow

and either by sheerest fortune with survive their term

or feel the talons close as they are consumed

and join yet another order of being

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I might as well put my faith in a chimpanzee

than expect loyalty or cooperation

from any of you half-wits

who think you're just fine

until you wind up to your eyes

in your own shit-pool

of contentment and disregard

as least the chimp doesn't put on airs

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 22, 2016

vengeance from anyone but God will not do

but you will understand if you follow through

you will feel in your earth-bound reasoning justified

and that is where God will dismiss your entitlement as denied

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
when we talk of love

what love are we talking of?

you caging a bird

and angry with me

for releasing it?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you exaggerate and I must suffer the slander

but you will also face some accounting

and you too will have a tongue load

of explanation before One who's not buying it

watch what you do and doubly what you say

it may not go as you hoped after all

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

you all love just reading me

when I am constantly dying

in the center of my own

dismal lack of imagination

but longing for the ages

when I was young and fresh

doesn't quite make it either

you can only have so many visions

let alone explain any of them

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
when I die

you'll miss the loving

and all the good times

but you won't miss

the circumstances

that rubbed us raw as scrapes

on the arm of a starfish

so it will be

so much love and hate

pulling us with centrifugal force

into spasms of dark ecstasies

wilting us in the living sea's foam

so much love and hate knotted tight

in one tarnished vow

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

red clouds of night give way

to a slate gray light

through the window blinds

I awake from a pleasant dream

and only remember that it was pleasant

when I return from the bathroom

I lie down and again feel my awareness

blur into the tinged darkness of early morning

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
rain clouds gather and sweat

as drizzle gives resonance

to the damp mild night

my body gives in to its own calm

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
dog bites

then lays down

set to rights

his turf the town

but here we come

with a heavy leash

he snarls but cannot run

how soon a reign is finished

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

unloved by all but the few who came up with me

I've learned who and what to trust

and even those who've fallen away

had something to teach

I'm having a lucid moment now

so I can comprehend

what tomorrow may sound like gibberish

or move me again to ire

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

mercy? there is none

love? what's that?

goodness? never had the pleasure

this world is our construct

we do our best to do right

and fatally stumble

when we don't and revelation

an awakening to the hard cold facts

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I mourn eternity

now that I know

the disposition

of the Proprietor

of Creation

I want nothing more

than to rejoin the All

and that aspiration

will be the very sense of

self that will block and deny me

I mourn the human

condition that ever suffers

and never is forgiven

by our ever inadequate faith

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I'm sorry we are not of a God

who is more proactive

and less hands-off concerning

the aid we need to live

but nothing we do is perfect enough

to amend and to atone and gain grace

not even a graduated approach moves the heartlessness

of a God who is all or nothing

the old saying says "God's Will is our woe"

I wish I were settled enough in my soul

to bear this fatal view of God's so-called

love and wholeness and harmony and goodness

I'm sorry we are of God if this is how it is

where pain and suffering is considered a blessing

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

you are at your own mercy

and in your mighty ignorance

you'll worsen your lot

or in your humble wisdom

you'll own up to your harm

and begin amends impossible to realize

at once but no matter how esoteric the lesson

it's still treat yourself and others right and it will return to you

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
kind and foolish

and somehow safe from abuse

maybe there is a measure of grace

protecting the halt and the harried

that our yammering for help from above

doesn't touch because of its insincerity

we who torment the

kind and foolish

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the space we leave when we go from here

can never be filled

but only shoved aside by the space of another being

incoming for its testing of the earth

to anyone still in the world

it will look like the same space

but everywhere you stand opens another portal

then there is no shortage of exits

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
are you fool enough to try to manipulate God?

why do you think when you die you're as far from

your idea of heaven as we here in flesh are?

give it a shot but the only one you're fooling is yourself

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
record your secret thoughts and desires

but if your privacy is violated by one

who claims to love you so 

you'll see how common are the thoughts you share

and you'll be pained by the hypocrisy

of that loved one for using it as a weapon

against you so you finally record that the reason

for love is to destroy you

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

about the hell we make of the world

there is no defence

we forget the Hand that fashioned

this earth

and we forget the Hand that fashioned

each one of us

and why bother addressing what each of us

know or at least suspect

in our minds and hearts? we can justify

no lapses in our attention

but indulge them in selfish despair after all

which sinks us more deeply

into the guilt on us for wrecking every way we could

to heel the hell we make of the world

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

the simple helping hand-up

the moment of courtesy to another

the good deed unheralded and unrewarded

the recipient who rests in its quiet joy

the love that gives until the vessel is empty

only to pour yet more love

why do we mock these simplest acts mightier than war?

why do we make hash of all that is holy?

what is it about the earth that makes it so hard

to wise up?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
go tell them I said

life has no beginning and no end

and if they believe it won't be me

they believe but the absolute actuality

of this ultimate reality itself that opened their ears

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

when change happens

it happens

so suddenly and imperceptibly

that it takes years for you

to know it happened

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

so as the daylight fades

you finally know what's for the best

you take all that's yours and go

and leave behind all the rest

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
wrong my whole life

(or misguided at best)

my lessons have sunk in

too late to put into practice

ever does earthly life end

just as we're about to begin

but maybe these lessons flower

elsewhere in these cosmos

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the clear light of the eternal day

what do we in our small decaying skins

know of it but for our own mistaken notions?

close your eyes and see darkness

open your eyes and see light

in your life's brief moment

what more do you need to know?

life is that basic if we let it be

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
under the setting sun

the night creatures begin to stir

their luminous eyes

flashing back your own soul

like mirrors reflecting a flashlight

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
as opportunity arises

grab it and utilize it

each instant is its own eternity

and the chance may not happen again

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
mind becoming more blank by the day

memory merges with immediate living

and forms a picture of my content

as one moment in a brief lifetime

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016


how light

the soul feels

when all the

futile trying

of life goes

and one can start

to remember

who one really is

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


trial and error all though life

to learn what death will cut short

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


not until I walked

under the shadow of death

did I finally get

what it meant to be alive

all of ego's will

beginning to fade

in the ruins of it's

miscalculated understanding

and all the good

I suppressed in the name

of ambition's ignorance

revives within the hardened heart and all

I regret is having needed to walk

in death's shadow to remember how to live

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

I'm the last one to say

if I'll still be around by Christmas

old friends and loved ones

may have already seen the last of me

and while my memories subsume me

in agonies of all I've done wrong

it is only in dreams that I remember

good times and happy memories

the suffering wasn't all 24/7

there were grace notes that teased the spheres

and never did a time spent in my own room

fail to calm me from the hardships of our Oneness

wherever I wind up so will you

and again we will face the evidence of our loving

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
how quickly life goes when your time is up

healthy and strong one week

and the next week weak and pained

and no strength even to rise

don't disdain this news

you at the peak of your life

your own body will take you down

your own life gone like snow in the sun

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


nothing forestalls

the hounds of hell

the Lord unleashes

He will have His price

even if He must crush and discard

your earnest attempts at amendment

and repentance

forgiveness is one word not in God's vocabulary

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


deep spring and still winter will not let go

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
so this is how I'm going to die

at the mercy of morons

at the hands of idiots

I'm supposed to love

as my brethren

but this life blinded me

to the supposed holiness we all share

all I see are beggars and whores

and no real humility in them

because they are busy

manipulating guilt in the soft

outlooker who averts his eyes

in guilt and fear

and I will die by these hands

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
nothing is vouchsafed

nothing is granted

you take your shot

and you won't know

if you've made it

until all things pass

and you'll find in amazement

you still have consciousness

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 9, 2016


I didn't realize my death

would take so long

and fix nothing in the long run

but Bauderlaire knew what I was

talking about when he wrote

"man be damned and live"

alright then...let's put this spiritual stuff

to the test and try a total change of mind....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


I will die

of these arrogant bastard's


before my complaint takes me down

all of them talk like used car salesmen

(God forbid they give you full disclosure)

and their moron staff

forgetting to inform you of your next appointment

(don't even get me started on trying

to talk to your doctor rather than his assistant)

and your prognosis

and guess after a multitude of risk/benefits

poisons disguised as medicine

and I'm reminded how once I said I'd rather die in the street

than in a hospital...I may yet do so....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


with the welcome refreshment of a breeze

comes all the promise of renewal

that a change of season announces

before however it comes you shall freeze

and wish for a hope of withdrawal

while the change rears up to pounce

but when it passes you on your knees

you'll see your fear as a small betrayal

of faith and sulk mildly into the fields of your play

chagrined in the sweet breeze covering your day

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

pliant and accepting

as a saved soul

does the body become

as it gets old

how quickly it falls

when it comes

and all the past

is now your present

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I was thinking about my idea of heaven

run by the raging evil of my own false idol

how sad my consciousness must be to engird

and sustain this poor human constuct

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


I tell you the truth

you hear lies

but I disdain my fictions

and you embrace your fact

what translation


Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
if I were any happier

I do believe I'd be carried off

on a stretcher

to the savage god who loves me so

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
screaming baby

in the downstairs apartment

(the mother oversensitive

and once requesting

we don't flush the toilet

after 11:00 PM)

she has something else

to keep her up

night and day

ha how sweet

not that I rejoice in my enemy's troubles

but ha how sweet

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito
I'll bet you're sorry

you treated me cheaply

my friend

but your uncompleted

film projects

were just the playing

of a dying man

trying to think he accomplished something

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
day grows darker

colder too

april 6

the missing spring


in the bak

of trees

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

God must have loved at one time

someone must have treated Him

badly enough for Him to be driven

to the hardness that He shows His creation

no wonder no one likes Him

who needs to offer love and be treated like shit

only to be small enough to give it back

but then forgiveness was never His strong point

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


everybody needs to be led by the hand

no one can think for themselves

(whatever they may think they are about)

why do I waste words on you?

you won't even listen to a wise loved one

preferring to moo in the moonlight

to the one who'll squeeze your teats

and leave them dry while you shout hosannas....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 4, 2016

the fruit of action

is its own reward

enjoy your harvest

before the cold and dark

descends on your table

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 3, 2016



clean and empty

as machinery

tuned to their function

and heartless

beyond measure

and the noble lies

of cowards and syncophants

making allowance

for these moral-less

psychotics and presuming

to cover all of themselves in judgment

and that is exactly how

judgment destroys us all

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip milito.

Saturday, April 2, 2016


closer I get to my finish line

the more I'm baffled

the more I'm frightened

and yet some bizarre calm

envelopes this anxiety

it's as if a soldier on a firing squad

has made peace with his choices

may he be the one to still me when I cross over

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you have no say over anything

you make your move

and hope for the best

you make your move

and the rest is out of your hands

Content 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


all new


all blue

my life


in the home stretch

and I dare not

be a betting man

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


if daylight savings time

makes people all tired and clumsy

what does it do

to vampires?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 1, 2016


feeling happy?

see a doctor

(or at least

share what you're holding....)

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


oh the common

complaint unfixable

"oh woe is me

woe is me

I must ask my bowels

permission to leave

the house"

well at least there is the old Kao....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


just how is

this day


from any other?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Saturday, March 26, 2016



as unknowable

as the One Itself

is all that holds us together


love not die out

not the One abandon us

let us be strong and obedient

to the Unknown

as it girds us all

in the love

we will not fully comprehend

as long as we stay fallen

love is the One

and is all that holds us together

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
there's so much I wish to tell you

but of course in this instant

words fail and my mind is blank

but in your desperate moments

you will say the same

no confession clean enough

to beg for grace or set anything right

there's so much I wish to tell you

but the silence says it all

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I'm not in a rush to get to any ultimate judgment

there's no need

it's enough my reckoning pulls me to a judgment

like a black hole drawing me in

any dimensions after that

is the guesswork of limited minds

all I know is I'm a stretching stream

flowing into the unknown

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
in the relativity of our private universes

we find truth is not so absolute

but a basic universal Reality is the measure

that no world could refute

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


this time in the world

suffers no repentance

earth-bound souls

will try to drag you down

into their hells

but to disaffiliate yourself

from this will be your only path

out of the boneyard of earth

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


you want so much to see me pay

for my sins while you think you're blameless

in all of this downfall

but I needn't wish curses on you

or damn some kind of revenge

none of that is our business

and we all get what's coming to us

maybe you should want so much to correct yourself

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


"a promise made is a debt unpaid"

so said Robert W. Service

considering the karmic debt crushing me

it makes me kinda nervous

one way or another

that debt will be wiped clean

but every vow I failed to fulfill

will remind me of what it means

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Friday, March 25, 2016

failure teaches us

humility or rage

often we're torn

by both

but no magic sign

will teach anyone

which lesson is best

or whether we've learned anything at all

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you are like a god

you demand love and adoration

and utter subservience

demand mercy and forgiveness

that you would never show

to anyone else

and you will pay greatly

to the god who watches you

trying to usurp his place

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I would have grace and forgiveness and peace

but God and my fellow creatures

are having none of it

when God Itself seems more deadly

than any idea of 'Satan' we could hold

then to whom do we bring what good

we possess? we have only ourselves (like souls)

let it begin and end there if need be

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
seize your moment

and don't let go

see those who refused

and now have nothing to show

seize your moment and bash

low-grade brains

and keep at it until not one

shred of their evil remains

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I'm not afraid to die

but discovering the nature

of God's Reality

I admit it does take all the joy

out of living

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
in answer to a previous posting:

this is why I keep writing

as long as the evil scumbags

who'd rule this world onto death

insist on dragging us down

with them into their hells

there will be those who'll stand up to them

and we won't stop until they've been eliminated

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


I have it on good authority


being the Arch Conservative

is voting for Trump

I'd rather Feel the Bern

maybe not be practical

but then it's about time we violated

and overturned murderous Reality

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
the Divine Plan

is a monstrosity

that crushes the very

moral choice of each soul

even as it demands it

now do you see why people

go mad and this god has no forgiveness

or goodness for even a tiny drop of mercy?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I crushed a bug today

I felt bad

I wanted to kill a self-absorbed asshole

walking (stumbling) along

with his blank face glued

to his iPhone as if he'd go insane

if he did have contact with his own kind

I feel angry and was sorry I had not

means or opportunity to kill this worthless

ambulatory pile of god-shit

the bug was wholly innocent

the asshole and his generation is not

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
every time I do a good deed

I wind up regretting it to the depths of my soul

you leeches you "meek who'll inherit the earth"

you stinking con artists can go

milk the consciences of the faux holy

you bastards deserve each other

like flies and turds

and not even getting the best of that

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


what's up people?

you need a daily fix

to keep you hypnotized?

you need fresh delivery

of stuff you'll never begin

to comprehend?

I don't give a fuck

what the Grand Design demands

let other whimpering assholes

beg for their imaginary lives

you are the problem

and damn what divine command

insists I love you like brothers and sisters

you self-abusing traitors

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


goodness is best served

when people unconsciously

do right no matter whatever else

they think they're about....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


why do I bother to write or talk?

why do I waste my words at all

when my time is running out

and I'm so happy to have it do so?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
yes the world is more of a hell than ever

but what can you do but suffer it

or give up your moral direction

to pick a side and hope you don't forget

what ideal drove you to war in the first place?

oh unknown hidden One who knows all we can't

is there mercy in the judgment?

will all be well and all matter of thing be well?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
you can only know better

once you've done wrong

with a contrast of 'good' or 'bad'

or 'before' or 'behind'

there'd be no definition

in the world and that seems necessary

to find where you are

in the Infinite

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


what you steal from me

will evaporate into nothingness

but what I give you

will last forever (and I mean forever)

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

take your measure and be patient

you may be forgiven but it is no free gift

you'll have to earn it like you do

for everything else you do in life

give up your childish mythologies

or you'll wind up needing to be

forgiven for that also

take your best shot and leave it be

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
in the morning you'll wake up

and you'll feel something different

your world will still look the same

but the feeling will not be same

this is how new ages sneak in

under our self-conscious ideas

and all you meet will not understand you

nor you them but each will swear their truth is firm

and you and they will learn the hard way how wrong that notion

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


I'm free and I'm not

I love but I don't

grace like love

is impossible to attain

while this 'god'

is so business with its lack

of mercy and forgiveness

while his lackeys praise

this monster as love and goodness

oh yes it's on us and we cripple ourselves

endlessly trying to appease

these false idols that we all erect

in the name of our bitter ignorance and self-hatred

and all of us are free and all of us are not

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


let's stop talking about God

(I swear I'm doing my best)

our salvation is in our own hands

we make the best choice in our moment

of action and do what we must

then it's out of our hands

let the God prove how impartial it is

in forgiving (though we'll never know it

until the end of Creation when we realize

we still have consciousness

and we made it back to eternity in this 'godly' force

but in the meanwhile it is best not to talk of "God"

it only brings out the worse in us

and blocks our sad egos from liberation from our worldly illusions

Content (c) 2008-2016Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

we are all naked in the glaring light

some hide their privates in shame

while others strut as if they were gods

but all are just so much meat in the eyes of the One

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
we saw it coming

this collapse of the world

currently taking down

all good souls who trusted

and must now trust

their aspiration was pure

and not a self-serving scheme

to evade the end we are part of....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I race the moon to be where I've already been

the memories that are my being

making me wistful in that time of review

when all was fresh and supported an illusion of newness

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
love means nothing where there is no love

it doesn't save

it doesn't triumph

it just seeps out of our wounds

as the cold comfort

all sacred texts exalt and soothes only ourselves

in the moment of wounding

like begets like and that is hard to surmount

unless you try to become the Law

by breaking it and there is the most dangerous part

of your ongoing journey

there everything fallen will pile up at your feet

and you'd need that superhuman strength to ascend

to be love itself where there is none

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
no one recognizes himself

in the mirror of his deceit

so when he's called out

he misses his chance and that is

the measure of his defeat

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Monday, March 21, 2016

sometimes I know better

sometimes I forget and fuck up

and have to start all over again

why is it so hard to remember

the right thing to do in the yammering

clamor of desire gone wrong

and right intent that goes even more wrong

in amends that do not survive divine punishment?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I rest after a busy day of frustration

and trying to get the world to cooperate

you'd think after all these years I'd know better

all those who claim to love me so much

also take turns trying to twist my nuts off

with some grubby little hands

love is hard love is bitter in case you haven't found out

ah but you have and that's why you stumble in pain

just like I do....

Content (c) 2008-2106 Philip Milito.
I believe nothing

and I believe everything

I hurt so much

becuase I was open to so much

I can't complain for my pain

but that's alright

everybody knows everything

but nobody knows anything

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


no I'm not particularly happy

but nor am I sunk in gloom beyond saving

I accept the whole catalog of grief that is

a person's interior users manual

and I can't kick because I didn't write it

you know "not my will be Thine"

if the Almighty wants it this way

who am I to go on trying to please?

I tweak this and I slam that

and the damn contraption sputters back to service

Content (c) 2008-2106 Philip Milito.

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
oh I'm not stopping here

where past and future grind on the eternal instant of now

I don't know when I'll be called beyond

maybe tomorrow maybe twenty years from now

but I'm not stopping here

I can't

I can only do what I have to do until the bitter end

and even afterward maybe not so bitter but the same journey

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


god how I miss drugs

and strippers

and long philosophical talks

about God and Nietzsche

that took us passed the dawn

into an early morning coffee shop

for egg and potato breakfasts

and continuous chatter about the grinding

iron and diamond cogs in the heavenly

machinery of the deep cosmic skies

while early workmen came in

still shaking sleep from their eyes

all of us cogs in that divine dynamo

while a deeper silence cradled us all

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


we stand together before a dark threatening sky

like the famous Magritte painting

wholly in fear and wholly in expectancy

frozen in the eternal moment of revelation

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I trusted that our amends would make a difference

and maybe it does in some long-term scheme

of grace coming to your service in some future incarnation here

but for the immediacy of life here in the world

it as though every good deed matters not

in some booby trap doing you in

yes I trusted but then what can you really expect

from someone who can spit and miss the ground?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


you think you know better

than anyone else

what's fair and what's fowl

well don't go preening too grossly

you will find yourself

down on the killing floor

evaluated like the other cattle

who thought they aspired to a paradise

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


we're a long way from

some Ultimate Judgment

but it can still arrive

in a flash

meantime God will give you

plenty of rope

and plenty of opportunities

to fail

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
so we stumble through life

two by two

with no idea through all the strife

what it is we should do

hold to the deadly course and maybe

we're forgiven and maybe we're not

at the Great Culmination then we'll see

what it is we've lost and what we've still got

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


little left to demonstrate

in the way of repentance

plead with the universe

and find there's no forgiveness

you pay your price to divine vengeance

and in your unmerciful suffering

find your sin erased and if you don't believe me

look at Jesus on the Cross

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, March 20, 2016


you knit your chain of consequence

one terrible link at a time

and you wear it like a coat of arms

while you live in the earth

but it will bog down your soul

when death releases you

then will it be the drag that holds you back

a king of the world reduced to a humbled penitent

but you never learned sufficiently

that the least are the greatest

that humility is the only thing

that will keep you to your track onward

to other forms of repentance

and other opportunities to free yourself

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Thursday, March 17, 2016


oh my love

the things we do to defeat love

but our tiny fatal ignorance

is all that keeps us from some paradise

I will love you surely

no matter how things end up

maybe it's better to say we will endure

when we let love defeat us

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I will work as hard as I can to defeat myself

(granted that's not such a hard feat)

but the divisive self is the plague we all suffer

and all of us lie down and cry

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


something to mourn after all

you live your life and give it your best

and after all the damage done

you still cry for a miracle that won't save you

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


we were given streets lined with gold

and we tarnished the damn things

we were given pure flowing streams

and we pissed in them regularly

we were given the chance to redeem ourselves

and we failed every test

we were given Life in Its eternal abundance

and we choose death every time

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016


choked from behind

by the ties that bind

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


I hold your heart in my hands

and burn them with your rage

I never know what I've done wrong

there's a part of me that never understands

that the disdain of love grows strong

as we come to close to engage

the fire that invites your abandoning mystery

while I know you live to do this to me

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


yeah I know

I can sympathize

it played so well

in your head

then you opened your mouth

and let it out

and you and your audience

wondered WTF?

thus are the silent perceived

to be wise

and so they are for knowing

a little mystique goes far

in not disappointing others

by showing what they really are

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
where I live

a circus is going on

every minute

of every day

I live in the earth

and clowns and trapeze artists

tumble and fly

over yawning faces

everyone who lives

lives here

and we acknowledge

each other (mostly)

and those who die of the world

often miss the laughs

when they move on

carrying a piece of side show merriment

into the unknown beyond the tent

I live here but I admit

there is much I'll miss

when when this particular

show of my life is over

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016


here I go

here goes all of you too

the eternity for which we hunger

is always what it is

our salvation is on us

the better we treat each other

without kowtowing to some evil idea of God in our minds

the sooner we will be free to live in Reality as It actually is

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


my meds are kicking in

whatever lack of mercy God may possess

He at least allows you to be at drugged peace

think not of 'god' as such

God is life itself and it is on you to do the right thing

and if you're forgiven you'll only know it by still

having consciousness and being there such as that may be

do the right thing...and keep those meds is indeed hell....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


my anger is exhausted

at last I am empty of all my error

including worshiping a false idol

of God as being merciful and good and full of love

empty means whatever sins I must pay for

at least I woke up to Reality

I just never knew how insufferably painful

it would wind up being....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
slowly I am fading from this world

at last Lord I have reason to praise you

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
waiting for God is like waiting for an unfaithful lover

treachery and betrayal

and all the crap of it hoisted on you....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.
I'm empty and ready to die and leave this horrible sojourn

so why does God keep me here?

what worse does this wicked deity want from me or all of us?

never ready to lift a finger to help us

but ever ready to damn and destroy us?

God damn the whole issue

ignore God and do what you know is right

and if God is so level when it comes to  damning or forgiving

you'll find out only by knowing you're still alive in eternity....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


what could be worse than a phase change of history?

what's good is bad and what's bad is good

and humanity once again blows it big time

there will be no 'Kingdom of God' established

in the world...all we do is pass through this phase...this sojourn...

and the heartless unforgiving 'god' will yet call the shots...

let a new generation make it's mess...they too will pay

and damn our Oneness where only one asshole is enough

to drag the rest of us down....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


thank you...thank you...I've calmed down...

but it changes nothing...

America is dead and gone

and 'god' alone knows what bullshit will replace it...

you unmitigated unforgivable fools...

you take the weak down into your hells...

then let all of you suffer it...

thank you...thank you...I've calmed down...but so what?

'god' has the last word...and we might all of us be dead....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


well you all got what you wanted

America has become a fascist outpost

and you low-grade morons will suffer accordingly

and blame everyone else but yourself for the misery

you'll reap

let God...that alleged force of love and wholeness and good...

let God turn away from the He always does...

life in the world is a punishment of this so-called 'god' intractable assholes...suffer

but know that you will be opposed...we will go out

of our ways to kill you all...and let your evil 'god' turn 'his' back

even on you all...

the gall...I have to forgive the asshole who puts his blade to my throat

on behalf on your psychotic notions of self...damn you all and your blood-soaked hands....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

I'm ready for nothing

perhaps that's for the best

it keeps the hands empty

for what will fill the heart

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

sounding depths like a bat in the night

only to come out the other side

hearing silent spheres like a dove in sunlight

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


Do not rejoice too soon; what’s good at first will wilt with time, while what you would think of as bad could be the life-saving peace worthy of your silent praise.

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016


the thought of us all being One in God

sickens me

how much strength do I need

to look at a fool struggling and have

compassion for him

because I've struggled likewise

rather than hate him for dragging down

all the rest of us in our cumbersome Oneness?

then multiply that fool by a hundred million

and not realize what a sordid sad world in which we find

ourselves as if the fool will keep dragging us down

and all our alleged God will do is turn His back

and weep for us? is being sickened by creation as is

an automatic fail or another way to amend and atone?

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


do you expect a warm welcome

after all the shit you've pulled?

you don't go demanding obeisance

as if you were some queen

you don't oppress somebody

because they refused to worship you

you can open your arms wide but all

you'll embrace is an image of yourself

that fades as soon as it is touched....

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Sunday, March 6, 2016


oh it won't really matter

after a few thousand years

who was right or wrong

about this or that

in fact it doesn't matter now

the work of redemption is continuous

and is on all of us whether we return to

God is up to each of us

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.


new hordes

of old proclivities

having their day

like all before them

trying to reach up

into the sky

to choke the sun

willing to destroy

the world in the name

of their madness

a strange comfort in the continuity

as it is hard for you to witness your life

and the world you came up in

die away together

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Saturday, March 5, 2016


heartbeats fading in the western world

the american empire is finally falling

brought down by its own insufferably

vain and stupid citizenry

it was bound to happen eventually

there never was any golden age of principled

compromise for the good of all

every swing of the pendulum

delivered an agenda good enough

to raise the ire of its opponents

until compromises were nothing more

than weak treaties to allow foes to regroup

democracy never quite took hold here

and now america takes its place in the waste of history

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016


make a bed of your lands

dress yourself in memory

the joy and the sorrow

to assuage  your vanity

then lie down to your anxiety

how the crossing over will be

before the light goes

you will draw still with a folding of hands

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.