another summer looms

and again I wonder if this will be the last one of all

for me


but that's just nostalgia for the person I'd been

for far too long


I laugh at that fool more and more

who would alternate between deep esoteric reading

and fapping until he levitated


now I see the hot young girls in their shorts and tight tanktops

and take the energy home to my lady

(who still has a body like a guitar

driving me as crazy as she did

when we both were younger and hungrier)


and even as this old lion ambles toward his winter

he's finding the coming autumn sweeter than summer ever was


and if this were the last one of all this earthly sojourn

what would it matter?


yet another summer

reminds me of all summers

that ever were or will be...



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more people have you pegged more than you imagine

and even if they'll never know

your inner processes

or the real reasons why you do what you do

(even if they're so real even you don't really know

what they are or why)


more people will pin you to their idea of you

because it's so much easier than to look into themselves

and see the same motivations at work

so they can confirm all the tyrannies of purity

with which we shield ourselves from some uncomfortable truth

of our unbreakable Oneness


more people than not will go the easy way and find it harder

than if they unpinned themselves and went the rockier way

to arrive where they'd go stronger and kinder than if they used

a reflection of their bitterness as a mirror

in which they could see you as you go


and find they go too...



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no one is a stranger to another


there are just those whose paths

have yet to cross


and those we've known are discerned

beneath their current disguises


but one way or another

we've seen the best and worst in each other before


we are others and nothing stranger than that...




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the moaning of doves in the twilight...


grace notes

to the resonance of the set sun...


the darkening that in reverse

will lighten to greet a dawn with the grace notes


of the morning stars singing...




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minor keys

in the Music Of The Spheres

are played by human souls


we must sharpen our ears at best...



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I'm transformed


but I don't know into what

since I still feel like me


oh I hope my higher self

is getting the benefit of this


it's certainly lost on me...



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just another instant


and you'll find yourself

in a new world

each instant sees an old one go

as a new one forms


instant after instant


a new one get old and passes

and in this earth now is always yet to be...




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if it weren't so easy to go

it wouldn't be so hard to stay


oh loves I leave for loves to find

are you coming yet or have you all gone?




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if we held a grudge

against every deceitfulness


we'd have no friends at all

so simmer down pal


no one's a paragon

and that includes you




now feel free to confess anything

it's o.k.


I don't expect anything

anyone's unable to deliver...



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of course she loves you

old man

and she'll love you until death does

you part


after all these years

you don't think she'd willingly

let such

an easy target go?




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"leaving" this "point in eternity"

I've already "arrived" at the next "point"


onward onward

until there is no point any longer...


there


chew on that one a while...heh heh



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waiting is only for the movement of creation

to circle around and passed you


action is reaching out

and grabbing from it what is yours




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endings and beginnings

are human constructs


mere points of resolutions

and dissolutions


in the ongoing processes

of the only moment


thus we in the flux

know what is now


yet some times wonder

oh now what?




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I broke my own spell

a dark twilight in some dream

was all I could remember

when I woke up

to the bright warm morning

what else was I to do 

but lie vacant in my own bed

and feel strangely at peace?

the years revolved invisibly

in the air of the room

and all was "what was that?" and "couldn't care less"

at the same time...

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the mood is broken

I awaken to find


that it was the dream

that left me behind...




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lean as a miser

and trite as a god


the king serves self

despite protocol


but of those who

aspire to such a state


they be fat as servants

and clever as devils


Almighty

is there anything in this


world that speaks

well of us?



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who will the vultures of the New Age be

picking at the carcass of the past

and at the rotting systems and the ones who ran them

and thought nothing of their evil?

who will the vultures of the New Age be?

maybe you maybe me

we are not superior to our enemies

the unenlightened who wreck at a touch at fineness

who will the vultures of the New Age be?

all the remnant remaining on the earth

as they carrion like fools

and with a corny sense of humor like that to excuse

who the vultures of the New Age will be

themselves themselves losing the trace of those who survived...

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after days of celestial fisticuffs

all is peaceful calm and still


and that makes me nervous as hell

not knowing when some other shoe will drop


the world evolves toward a sacred standing

and we'll all do our best one way or another


to prevent that fulfillment

how much longer before the race is called


none can know

but I sleep with my shoes on


ready to go...



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each of us

in our lonely conceptions of fellowship

take beatings

every day


so much so

that each of us forgets

each individual torment

is felt by all of us




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don't you know by now

when someone yells "it's a free country and I'll do

what I want"


what's meant is that your freedom

doesn't count?


tyrannies of self-righteousness

once again as we stick our faces

everywhere they're not meant to go...



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usually when someone calls you "judgmental"

it's because you don't agree with their opinion...





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you should be grateful to be ignored

you should celebrate your invisibility


you should really appreciate

the joys of obscurity


because God knows (and does nothing to help you)

once you are picked up


on someone's radar you'll never know

peace and quiet ever again


but if that's what you want

know that not even a deal with the devil


will save you from the treachery

the utter mendacity of your fellow beings


you should pray to have no face

mon semblable mon frere...



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I can handle being mistreated by the arrogant young—
They’re weak and aren’t aware of what they’re doing—

When the weak wield power they become tyrants
And all the more vicious for their weakness

While the strong stay their hand in wisdom
And strike only if they need to do so—

I’ve grown old enough to tolerate the young and foolish
But I won’t renounce my wisdom should they continue their disrespect

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I wait on the turning of the future

like a condemned man

waiting on his date with the electric chair


but our world was not meant to be forever

and other worlds we may inherit

lie in a misty futility of dream


for my part I'll cursed my killers to hell

as they throw the lethal switch...



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don't say you weren't warned


your silos with rot

and your fields will burn


and there'll be no consolation

and you'll shiver through a man-made winter


of fallen folly and proven grief

you're all laws unto yourselves


and by your own hands you will die




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economies all over the world

are collapsing

and Amerika stands on the brink

of voting back in

all the bastards who started

this lethal domino fall


the old powers seek to resist

our common evolution

all the utopian dreams

are now iron-clad means to survival

but the rich (like the poor) will always be with us

and to cling to their crazed power-madness

they'll drag the whole world

into hell with them


go ahead and bray your worthless opinion

go ahead and take your stand on ever-shifting sand

opposites reflect each other

and none of them are wise enough to know

they will all perish together



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nothing to say

nothing to teach

nothing new to learn


unless where I'm heading

has such a surprise

for my tired old mind


that even my own imagination

is drained dry

as I become one with my vision


and I am finally truly

one with my goal

of transcendence


so much so that even the idea

of transcendence is transcended...



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NOTHING IS FORGIVEN BUT ALL CAN BE REDEEMED

two feet in my mouth

trying to encourage

someone I didn't know

to be strong


then I consulted an oracle

whose advice included

"pain is strong but love is painful

but to be sad is to be weak"


talk about your own advice

coming back to bite you in the ass

and all of this a rebuke to my sadness

and wrong-headed projection


fishing around for

what wasn't mine to have


*


how do my proceed?

why even ask this oracle?

the answers I got were no comfort

and told me nothing I didn't already know


except for how to sustain myself

when nothing in the universe

would budge for me



*


my vocation became clear

once again

this writing these overheated

philosophical ruminations

were what I do in the world


they serve anyone but me

but I guess that's the idea


*


we all want the short answer

the quick way out


but there isn't one


you get where you're going

slugging through the shit

and out of that


comes your destination into sight


scrape your shoes

you tread on sacred matter after all


*


the one I tried to advise

came back to confront


an explanation cleared the air


but still a bit of resentment flicked

despite the peace-making


no easy atonements

no "kiss to make it better"


but just the lessons

of caution and respect


nothing is forgiven

but all can be redeemed


scrape your shoes...


***

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trying to reason with God

is like trying to reach any tyrant or terrorist


but then this God

whatever His absolute intractability


is the only One that counts

so it be I did my best


and if that wasn't good enough

well too bad


I will be wherever I'm welcome

and I hope those I love


will be there too....



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naked as glass

I stand

no excuses

no explanations


before the eyes of all


just the weight of judgment

and all I've ever done

crushing me down


the Vengeance of the One fulfilled

despite any attempts at repentance

and atonement


and sympathy from those who've

endured this karmic horror and lived


and mockery from those

who haven't yet tasted

the toxins of their smug righteousness...


the Will of the One may be terrible

and no amends good enough

the crazed imperatives of Perfection


but for all the blame being on us

this face does remain


let this cup pass from me


not by my will


but Thine...



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shit breeds orchards


from the offal nourishment

comes the sweetest fruit


and the shades of mighty trees

to lie under


such is the way

the whole thing works


all you need are the shovel and the boots...




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let the Universe yawn like the maw of Moloch

as another poet once called it


such heightened anguish

such soul-destroying dread


of One who's supposed to be

Light and Love


if the Eternal Light shines within

the pitch black void of Nothingness


well...let it...the sun is out and bright

after dreary weeks of clammy mist


and not enough rain to bust a drought

...yes I say let it...I'm pleased enough to


rest a moment in my daily toil and stare

at the glow of sunlight on the late spring leaves...



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I am a thing among many things

a part of a conditioned creation


and we all sing like the morning stars

imagining what kind of foundation


we all are slaves who would be kings

though our pitiful egos deny it


and our songs reach through these earthly bars

of our prisons with wish to defy it


in the dying notes of our song

we learn to give up repentance


we endure the verdict and free ourselves

by serving out our sentence


one among many and many each one

and a Void to subsume us when we are done...



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I radiate under the stars

up into the night sky

where I am yet another twinkling point

on a black infinite bed


like a jewel on a crushed velvet plush

in a box

a ring for the Queen of Heaven

to wear on her right hand


adjusting her crown in a mirrored abyss


I among the many

and the many all of us...



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where is the grace?

where the forgiveness?

where the mercy and the love?


all in your mind and soul and heart

all in your misconceptions

consequence will never let you live down...



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I saw them come

I watched them go

they weren't happy until they destroyed

everything in the name

of the alleged God of Love


they'll never stop coming

they'll never admit a wrong

they rule safe in their ignorance

or their psychosis at worst

and we who want peace and concord


what vanity are we guilty of?


we're all entangled in the Snares of Perfection

and the cold disinterested love of the One

ensures we're all orphans of heaven...



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THE NEW IN WHAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN

life continues its notorious way

of not cooperating with our best intentions


yet we are required to persevere

to ourselves continue to attempt to realize


what has changed again and again

only to become itself


to seek out the new

in what has always been


*



oh make no mistake

what will be already is




as the decayed tree delivers

its last seeds to the wind


so in those seeds stirs

new increments of being


a common enough observation for sure

but we ever need to be reminded...


*


so an old man's second childhood

for him it's going out

the way he came in

but in him stirs fresh blood reaching toward the stars

even as his body rots away around him

claimed by the earth as his soul is claimed by the heavens


*


his vision blurs into a vista of infinite proportion

he sees the things of creation 10 million miles off

and will streak toward them in an instant

he will be nowhere and everywhere at once

and to him it will be only one profound 'place'

(for lack of any word that could express the inexpressible)

and he will be there

and he will be welcome


*


long earthly lifetimes of heartbreak and disappointment

will resolve into a single perpetual experience


and in the letting go that is resolution

is the way forward


thus the Buddha proclaimed "strive without ceasing"

there is no ceasing until there is rest


and there is no rest

until there is wonder...


* * *


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we must do what we must do

but we cannot guarantee the outcome


we endure our reckoning

rise or fall on our own acts


and for better or worse we must see it through

and leave the tally to the unforgiving One


dark or light our final beckoning

and these brothers and sisters are the irrefutable facts...



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who am I now?

who was I ever?

I've released a past

that's inescapable

for what it has made me now


we carry our scars from life to life

each life a life sentence

that no amount of 'can-do' positive thinking

will efface

stop listening to these frauds these assholes


who are as much a part of our earthly problems

as the incorrigibly corrupt who oppose

all thought but their own hungers

their own ignorance their own mendacity

drawing all of us back into darkness


due to our Oneness

oh what in the name of all that's allegedly holy

is Grace to do when Grace Itself is too weak

to pierce the darkness?

oh hell is on earth and with the One's Vengeance


paramount to the love and mercy and forgiveness

that the One is supposed to be about

nothing we do will ease the suffering or show us the Light

all lives on earth are life sentences


and our only out is to sustain and be destroyed




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stock still in one's tracks

the full realization of one's life

of intractable consequence


like racing to the dock

in time to see the ship

glide away to open seas...



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vanity is lethal


direct your mind away from itself

and don't think too much about it


while you're trying to figure out

which way you should go


all ways will be blocked

then all your thinking will be as


flatulence after a meal of crow...




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everything's new but nothing has changed

all has changed but nothing is new


I never knew what I did until it was done

and going ahead I still don't know what  next to do


but at least I'm used to this stumbling by now

at least that if nothing more or else


and while all has changed but nothing is new

everything's new but nothing has changed...



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preacher man preacher man

get off your pulpit and lend us a hand


if God helps those who help themselves

think how godly if you did it first


for us it's the help we needed to do for ourselves

and for you the examination of conscience


whether you did good for others (and we certainly did benefit)

or only for yourself (to no great advantage to you after all)

think on it long and hard then

put it in a sermon to say so in response we can call


welcome to the world

preacher man preacher man




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friends of mine get disturbed sometimes
about posts like the one just previous to this one and others

where I explore all the violent contrasts
of a single intention and all the repercussions

but I assure them there's no 'blasphemy' in it
it's just the way the damn thing's built

hasn't it been said that "God's Will is our woe?"
and so it is and Creator alone knows why

this terrible way is the way it had to be...

according to some esotericists we live in this conditioned
reality (and especially in this particular world) under the beams of

Ray 4--Harmony Through Conflict
where all these strains of agony we endure encourage growth

and spur a new synthesis for good...

so as the One says "I AM THAT I AM"
thus THINGS ARE AS THEY ARE

and there's no use complaining
but rather than long for death to escape

from these horrible earthly sojourns and these worn bodies
and all these unrelenting processes

it might be better to see these deaths as release of the soul
to continue its ongoing journey

and even higher dimensions have their conditions where
Harmony will be the result of a Conflict's resolution

oh my friends no story ever ends except in the One
we can only imagine as the Void...



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why is it in this miserable world


a day without God

would be like

a day in Paradise?


oh gross contradiction

parading as wondrous

what is it about this god's design


that brings out the worst in everybody?




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I released a personae yesterday

the character who told all I had to say

he was Wraecca he was the Entity


he was the Ghost and more you see


now those artistic constructions have passed

enduring as long as such things will last

and what fresh things I'm given to say

I'll discover day by day


I may repeat myself and worse

but I'll proceed even onto dying of thirst

in this desert of hell we call the World

where all our blooms lay dried and curled


and the 'god of Vengeance' who won't be mocked

will kill us with some gross joke of 'love' and be shocked

to learn that we will continue to do the right thing

whatever the punishment of the vanity of this king


you're screwed no matter what you do

so do what's right and see it through

and if the Universe punishes you for taking it at its 'loving' word

at least you can say "Not my will but Thine" and be heard


good-bye old artifice and hello to all the others

I've released my old personae and become yet another...



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the skin I've worn

is battered and torn

the full weight of reckoning has fallen


I endured my curse

and did my worse

now my soul (forgive the easy rhyme) is all in


I have no idea whether

any good I've managed in this life

will serve others or me

all that well


but it feels much better

to lay down and embrace peace like a wife

and whether I finally find grace for all creation's lunacy

who but the One can tell?



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I'll be glad to keep silent


you can't make a general statement

about anything these days without


some asshole taking it personally...




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say good-bye all you like


one day you'll finally say

the very last good-bye


the little boy who always cried "Ghost!"



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here's the radio operator

franticly send out S.O.S.s

from his sinking ship


when the rescue team finally gets

to those coordinates

all they'll find is the marker


the floating headstone

on a watery grave...




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it takes much fortitude to await your death


powerful mental focus

that could be squandered on the false

hopes of living here


I have much fortitude


so much so that my turds

will be chiseled into little statues

of poets and saints and other madmen...



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I knew today was going to stormy

I married the barometer...




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to say life is a disappointment


is like saying

an egg will crack when it hits the floor




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echoes down some ethereal hall

some arch of galaxies covering

this intuited path


follow them

you're released at last from the fate

that blistered your feet


follow those echoes


and watch your step...



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...a worker in words

searching for words

to convey the meanings

that are loss in the words


and where the ears

to hear those words

and take their meaning

despite what the ears think


they understand

and the babble of exegesis

to above the roar of palaver

only to add to the roar


thus if if the odds are against it

oh workers in words be precise as you can be...


someone somewhere sometime will get it...



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I know I'm not long for this way of life

haunted by memory

the content of my existence


and where I end up

is all one to me

I'm determined to change phase graciously

and joyfully


God may not forgive

but I don't care anymore

let me be hammered to the bitter end

it's enough to know


I made my amends


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can't even take a walk

down a quiet tree-lined street


without so many people

such 'good' neighbors


stumbling into the way

blocking every move


sucking the joy out of

every benefit of solitude...



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beware those with easy advice

who'll egg you into a fight

and not be there to hold your coat

who'll tell you so freely what they would do

when it's not their neck on the block


their comfort makes them feel invincible

but if you're smart you'll ignore and pity them


one day they'll be in your shoes

one day they'll feel that relentless pinch


and then they'll learn how to hold their tongues...



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I've lived my whole life trudging

one slow step after another

managing accomplishments in life

powered by dreams now spent


well the accomplishments are fine

standing as they do on the husks and shells

of my previous endeavors

shining out on the rubbish heap of dross


while I'm weighed down in the debris

but still life has no end I can see

and one slow step after another

got me into this fix


and one small step after another

will get me out again...



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I for you and you for me and we for all of us


if we be united who can stand against us?


the rest of the world unfortunately

but then we were deluded to think there'd be heaven on earth one day


how vain and childish

earth is just a stopping place on our journey


and was never meant to be


anything else



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all the high-minded ideas

for surviving the collapse of Civilization

(a misnomer if ever there was one)

are as high-minded and gas-blown

as the Civilization taking its dive


I have a still reliable method


submerge yourself in the cold water by the rushes

and breathe through a reed....



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some of us know better than to push the river


the river always pushes back

and we have no strength to prevail


not a leg to stand on as they say


do a float

but face up


a Dead Man's float won't do it...




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transparent in the Light


all is revealed

what shame or what comfort


we know is on each of us alone....



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I would be the one who saves you

but what good when I am also failing?


good intention alone cannot deliver

the paradise we seek


I'm trembling in the instant

and so are you


and all of us who thought we knew

the actual Plan and its intractable Reality



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we live in the present

to create our futures


pity those (including our hidden selves)

who will not relinquish what has come before...



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the gift of life is free

they say


without mentioning it costs

everything you've got


the wondrous paradox

that seems gross contradiction to those of us


who will not let go

of pour imaginary heavens...




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imagining the suffering

of the broken and despairing


who wait for death

when there is no death...




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depart from me this moment

there's nothing going on here


I've banished my evil twin

and anxiously wait for his return


at the next hard knock

the next failure of hope


the next time I blame someone else

for my own mistakes...



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who knows where we go

or where we end up


we only have our here and now


and that'll have to be enough...



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we're not who we think we are


our illusions of love and faith

just a drug to soothe troubled minds


but when of our false beliefs we're relieved

and realize nothing has changed

for all our praying and sleeve-tearing


then you rage and boil and then subside

into the grave of our making


as long as we're in this skin

we only know to the limits of our grasp

and even if we did transcend


it is never ours to know for sure....




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the evil runs deep

in all our bones

and goodness just an illusion

for which a fool atones


don't believe you've got it made

don't believe you're on top of it

the evil runs deep

and turns all heavens to shit



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spare me the sermon

the lecture

the civics lesson

or any other pronouncements


about spirit or ethics or politics

or respect for others

I don't want to know it

I don't want to hear


I've sunk in my own quagmire

of misplaced faith and groundless hope

and while I face my fall

don't stand there preaching


your self-serving gospel to me

it's all I can do to try and draw

peace from my agony

and strength from my afflictions


and face my end with more grace than

I exhibited while I lived my hapless fate

and I don't need your benedictions

one day you'll know what I've suffered


then you won't be so free with your advice

or your judgments

on your soapbox spouting while some clown

on the rafters overhead


dribbles spit onto the top of your head...



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completion is inclusive

and no story is ever done


let the god who lays liability on our weak shoulders

while vengeance is the only thing this god is about


mess with us every step of our journey

we're not done until the killing blow falls


and even then the story goes on

if only because there is no completion


as long as we live....



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