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.