last deal played

aces and eights

no hope now

luck all gone


God in hiding

tsk tsk-ing from on high

the Crooked Bookie

hedging all bets


can't even cash out

money's all lost

and no kind words

will deliver me from this fall


better times coming

I doubt they will or that I'll see them if they do


luck all gone

no hope now

aces and eights

last deal down...




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The One's Will

being our woe


that love being so

hard and vicious


and giving a gift of Life

with so (too) many strings attached


it will be wonder

if any of us survive


this unbelievable Love

and make it to some salvation...




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we're all alone but we always were


nothing like waking up from a nightmare

into a living daily nightmare


you didn't go far wrong


you still woke up in a cold sweat

and the body next to you

slept its childish dream


3 A.M. and as alone

as you've ever been...




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you want holy preachings

go elsewhere


I'm suffering like a pig in a grinder

and I can't buy this shit any more


if this is what payback the One wanted from me

then this is what the One has gotten


I'm going to kill myself with every pleasure

that made life on earth worth living...




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last fantasy I indulged

here is your epitaph


you rhyme

with runt...



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you will be happy

once you learn

you cannot demand how that happiness

will be received by you


you cannot call it into being

you cannot stage-manage its satisfaction

everything you are will block this

until you either give up your attempts at control


or you are broken by its force and the happiness dissipates...


how to put this as simply as possible?

you will be happy once you let yourself

stop being unhappy


and thank you in advance for your snide resort...

all the worse for you that life could really be that sweet and simple




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I should listen to myself

I'm so good at giving other's consolation

perhaps I might believe them when they say

I've been a genuine help

wish I could see what they're getting at

wish I could hear it that way

I should listen to myself...

it never seems to sound that good to me...

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hard days here at a new turn in history


but when has it ever been easy?

let the frightened and the hateful

do their pitiful damage


they cannot stand

they will not stand

against this cleansing deluge


setting the world's high-water mark anew...




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why is it so hard for you

to dig being you?


so the ones you loved let you down

that's what you get for not trusting yourself...


want nothing else but your own liberty

and you'll find somewhere a like one


who trusts themselves in trusting you

it's not as complicated as it sounds...


if only because words are so inadequate

to convey the actuality


and if that person never shows up

you still have you


it's no sin or shame to love

being yourself




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why read the news?


it's the same glorious idiocy

every single day


and makes it so easy

for anyone to be an expert...



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once a skirt chaser

always a skirt chaser


the poor substitute

for wanting to merge with all Others


are you beautiful?

are you wise?


the binds of ego and jealousy

make mock of our group matrimony


leave things of the earth to the earth

let heaven take its toll


both are illusions

both are veils to be torn


there is no differentiation

once you've merged with love and brought yourself home...



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it will be interesting to see

what will be said

now that knowledge discovers

and experience affirms


that all we do in the earth

is happening beyond the earth

that all our acts are facts

in whatever realm of creation


from this hell we call creation

this lower level of densest energy called matter

right up to the higher aether

dissolving gate to the Ineffable


knowledge beyond knowing

belaboring us here in mere skins...



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you can seek an enemy

or find a friend


all you need do

is look in a mirror...




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the biggest surprise comes

at the end of your sojourn

and you see it was no surprise


unless you're lost in endless delusion

and cannot trust any voice you hear

your conscience


never steered you wrong...

it was you who choose to heed it or not


it was you who set your own course

for good or ill


it was you who set the booby traps

and wound up wishing you had listened

to that perpetual voice

that mockingly says surprise surprise...



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the change has come

the change has gone

and we're still here

carrying on


I know as little

as the soul next to me

but together we'll find

where our components agree


until then

I hold vigil and you

do the same

poking along this tunnel through


which we prod looking at

our quest's ineluctable fact




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why is there such strange comfort in knowing

we go on?


you still have to make amends

and do so in the worst situations possible


but maybe there's a respite

in all this muddle of a quest


maybe it'll be good to reunite

with the loved ones you've missed


and God knows even that

would be a heaven of sorts


a pit stop on the soul's journey

to refresh and gather the fuel of strength


to go on for further meetings in all the elsewheres

that will still ultimately be here...



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rope?

you've got lots of it


string yourself up high

but not too high


you'll still have to cut

yourself down


and you really don't want too far to fall...



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once you get passed the idea that Life is eternal

and you realize there'll be no divine intercession

from some bearded togaed sandaled gent

who'll be your forever Big Daddy


the understanding of responsibility takes hold

and there all the feel-good words

are beggared beyond being listened to

because you'll still be who you are


but with no recourse but to own up and say

yeah that was my bone-headed contribution

to the misery in the earth

and I'm heartily sorry though sorry won't make


that much of a difference...it's still my bill to pay

and I still lack the funds...



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I've listened to those I've considered

wiser than I thought myself to be


well ain't that the shit?

they're as dumbfounded as I am


am I wise?

are they?


we'll all consumed with the same ultimate Question

and the answer is nothing...and our own bemused acceptance...



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self is the ultimate gambit of the control freak


if you need to rid yourself of grasping needy types

just cut them loose


don't feel guilty

you'll never get rid of them


they'll stay hurt and quiet for a little while

then reappear to graft themselves


back onto your branch...




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plenary?


hardly...

nothing ever totally done

and completed

until what ultimate Reunification


that comes God knows went...


carry on in the meanwhile



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it was 45 years ago today I started writing in earnest


45 years!!! and a ton of completed works (and a more than equal amount

of out takes and fragments and aborted drafts)

that many will never see


but they'll be there for who can receive it

in what state of existence

and what validity and worth affirmed by who will receive


the fruits of these long living years of labor...


to hell with the critics and judges and kibitzers

writing all this and reaching those ears that will hear


is the whole and only point...




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it's been pointed out yet again

we do not end


people who don't believe in an afterlife

are stunned by every change of temperature

in the room where those they've loved

feel the presence of those departed

even converse with them in certain fleeting instants

and are comforted to continue along with their lives

even if those instants are as hard to recall in the daily stumble

as if they were dreams shattered by the alarm's morning announcement


and of those 'departed' who never believed that

Life was continuous...I'm not there yet so I couldn't say

but I imagine many may be flabbergasted to see that they still are

and either sleep in some state of shock until they can roust themselves

and others may complain there are no harps and Father's Mansions

or lazy deliverance atop a cloud while all their enemies plunge down

in the opposite direction

but most may be just grateful (ruefully or joyously) and relieved

to gladly accept the implicit "I told you so" of the hovering souls

who guarded or at least watched over them as they wore their earthly skins


alive alive alive in the only instant there is

seeing those go back to the world to where they need to be

and seeing those leaving it to arrive where they've always been

and what for them is the acceptance and for us each on earth the sadness


over being and being's illusions

dividing us from all we love...at least for imaginary time's now






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my friend spoke through a medium

to his wife recently

his wife still among us in our earthly skins

while he was far less encumbered


and all the words and attitudes

even third hand through her retelling of the event

sounded exactly like him

death diminishing him not a whit


which cheered her and even me upon hearing this

knowing all my anguish and misery

a pitiful joke for the entertainment of spirit essences

and how this news awakened my spirit for a little while


my only remorse being how I'm still in this skin


my full eagerness being how I endure and gladly go forward

when I'm allowed when I am able...




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I have no choice but to submit to the Change

to yield to the Transformation taking place against my will


this metaphysical vortex destroying all I've become

in order to be what I truly am


and just what is that? Will I rise from ashes like the Phoenix

or be a rotting ambulatory cadaver like Lazarus


pulled by the marionette strings of Jesus's parlor trick?

this vortex destroying all to make all new


I have no choice in the matter but to resist or yield

certain death either way but in one of those ways a way in which to live...



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a way forward this way

a retreat and another way forward that way

another backtrack

another pause while eyes scan a horizon


everywhere I've gone

looks the same as the previous place I've seen

and the last of all places will also be the same

for all the individual differences


the Essence of Life cannot be other than as it is

so I look at the various Outcomes

the unique combinations of persons and places

forging their destinies making their forevers


and Life is all of us passing each other

trying this way trying that way...



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cascades of imagery

cover my heat-glazed eyes


none of it

connected to any reality I know


but where a sun-sheened curtain

ripples in a window



there is my cooling waterfall

there is my Eternal Now disappearing

into the spray on a gathering pool...




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I awoke from a pleasant dream today

but all that remained was the feeling


after the clock alarm went off

the dream itself shattered and was forgotten


and if some divine word of comfort

was trying to be expressed


it came to nothing in the awaking world

where all good seems forgotten



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it was so hot this morning

I thought I awoke in Hell


well living in this world

I most certainly did


so heat only matters to those

down there looking up


rather than those up there

looking down...



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so you raised your head and bellowed

and the world did not halt

the grinding of its delusions

and it laid on you the fault


so while the earth convulses

in subjectivity so absurd

you raised your head and bellowed

whether or not any heard...



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the joker turns up again

opens his mouth

falls through his own trap door


flipper feet cannot break the fall

this clown

degenerate descendant


of harlequins of the old Comedia


sinister beyond the circus creepiness

but still ridiculous


looking like a fat woman

wearing a housecoat


boy haven't we all come down

now none of us can get out


of the tiny car...



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if Catullus can love and hate

and Petrarch can burn and freeze


why can't I just

come and go?



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I do not fear the future


it will only be the past

in new dress


new attitude

with the same human nature


ruining every advantage

it takes for itself


I should become a prophet...

easier work in this world


I cannot imagine...



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I wander in the oppressive heat

in the striking down of an old world's concerns


and I know whether one wins and faces defeat

neither side of the fence will ever learn...


one only hears echoes

when one listens outside the box


I wander where the flow of our folly goes

at the Gates of Heaven picking at the locks...



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you look at me

as if I knew what I was talking about


sorry to disappoint you

but you'll have to make


your own meanings

I only know what I'm saying


and at best even that

is just a guess...



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happy are the decorticated...



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New Age

new tyranny


we'll never get it right

in the earth


but at least

it's familiar


New Age

old shit



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what void is apparent

to my sight


though so vast beyond my vision

I cannot imagine its enormity


it is there I wish to follow

it is there I want to go


whatever the actuality

it is there I want to go



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blank eyes glazed with death


the deer lay on the roadside

bereft of its wonder...



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no will left to try


my only power is drawn

from being automata

of some freakish process


my result

whatever resolution

is achieved in


my final stumbling...



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such is the world that


nothing is given

and all shall be taken




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I'm wearier than I want to be


perhaps I took it too hard for too long

pushing my body out of its misery

into all places where it didn't belong


I thought the hunt for heaven was a breeze


I thought I would have a trophy to display

brought back from my reckoning to please

the tribe that welcomed me back from my day


well foolish me none could have cared less


the boon I brought was tossed aside

all were dead I'd have hoped to impress

all were gone in whom I'd confide


well merciless miracle Source Of All That Remains


what do I do at the end of this meaningless quest?

where is the grace I thought I'd obtain?

where the victory that should've been for the best?


and in indisputable silence comes the cold answer


who told you to do what wasn't in you to do?

what blessing did you take as vow to swear?

did you really think this would absolve and deliver you?


and so it was my pride that took a prize


made of my own pledge to do right

and in that delusion I offered up cries

that made diminishing echo under the bell jar of my night


so this lesson in vanity hard and firm


beat the body until it was no longer strong

now to serve out the length of its term

in all the places it didn't belong...




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the moment after illumination...


a numbness of sense that opens

the portals of awareness


which further prostrates the being

in a consciousness of wholeness


mere flesh cannot endure...

say your prayers...God may be Love


but Love is not mild...



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a moment's frenzy

then the sated hunger fades


and people throw whole lives away

for this transient illumination


for foretaste of some imaginary paradise

the spent energy precludes...


sex hunger an illusion of transcendence

lies in a puddle staring at the fading sky...



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flesh wanes as spirit waxes

ever at prime


desire a mere hunger

unless fulfilled


to become aspiration

aim of merged souls


we our own each others

one face in the mirror of some only Eye...



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orbicle of jasp

I miss your ass

but I don't miss you

denying me

the tongue access to its cavernous depth


the sweet roundness of plump seat

the slow devoted worming up the brown hole

of astonishing pleasures

you sweetest jasp

you are ever in my head


(both of them)

and what I can't have in the earthly realm

I'll take from you

in the darkest hottest fantasies of our denied Oneness...





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another day in eternity


some will weep

others be joyous


and this unrepeatable day

will be yet another memory


among all filling your eternity



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daily toil crushes the spirit

but activates the mind


which connects to a Will-To-Live

necessary to pay the bills


the world demands of us...

no wonder dreamers lie crushed

under the wheels of commerce


when all that sustains them

is held so absurdly cheap...



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face buried in the bubble-ass of an angel...



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hunger like a dying ember

with memory of its full blaze


mocking the ashes...



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to live in the world

is to be like a porn star

on the rotisserie

one in the mouth and one in the ass

turning over a fire that won't last


what the hell is wrong with you all?

does every generation have to learn

the hard way that they are nothing new or special

or that they are not wise enough to sidestep

the idiocy of their hungers and their ignorance?


what a way to find out

there is no continuity between generations

except what binds us to time and place

and flesh ever insatiable?


enjoy your wildness

enjoy your scenes

they will also be but memories

of all you wanted that was lost

with no effort at all...



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how lovely to be

a part of you all

as one tries to rise

the rest will fall

and take that one down

with them in their drop

this is the power of matter

and it will never stop




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mankind

is man's executioner




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I'd love the soft easy moments more

if they had any duration


but one abstraction gives way to another

and the rest's undercut with frustration



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yes I've had my glimpses

of what I think is Paradise


but the density of the created world

still exerts its unstoppable pressure


and my eyes fill with blood

my heart fills with tears


all I love is over there

but I am still here


maybe in the aether

it's all One and fine


but all I love is over there

and I'm still here



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perhaps there's mere moments left in the earth

perhaps there's many a long year yet


but if All is here and now

on every level of creation


and all distinctions of conditioned life

are merely grades of illusion


then let release come when it will

it will be as if I'd never been gone...



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so the dice are loaded

why do you complain?


you chose to test your luck

you knew the game


they control the table and you thought they'd

would have mercy on your pride?


you gave the toss

you said "let it ride..."



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yes I was there when the morning stars sang together


at the foundation of the world

they were braying "woe is me woe is me

look at this thing the Lord has done..."



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Abraham Lincoln once said

something to the effect that

you should give someone power

it would show that person's character

in the way that power was used


guess that's off the table


people seem to think power

is only for subjugation and destruction

for dominance over a pile of ruins


and not one can imagine the good

that could be done with that power


ol' Abe was no fool

he must have had tongue firmly in beard

knowing how lop-sided

a Crown of Creation we are...



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beware your rulers...



all seats of power

have anal warts...




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there's no talking to some

but that's o.k.


I wouldn't know what to tell them

anyway


let's all stumble on to where

we need to go


like as not

it's better so



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punch line in search of a joke:

"whaddya mean it tastes like chicken!"





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my apologies left right and center


sometimes I'm still given to outrageous outbursts

like the previous post


(I've always liked messing with heads

but now Time and Age are messing with mine)


and I feel a little sad that youth and clowning

have been gone for longer than I care to admit


and that this is as rowdy as I can get now...


on the other hand there's much to be said for the quiet

and for letting the young'uns take their turn playing the fool


I sit at the sidewalk table in the darkening evening

watching the whole parade pass on yet another day's end


appreciating the sharp violet twilights more deeply now


my apologies all around for this triteness

I think I've exhausted every apprehension of this reality at last




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can't stand it

when some mental midget

gets on his keyboard

taps out his ignorance

then emphasizes with "IMHO"


stop it you imbeciles

you're not being humble

you're not being fair and equitable

you're excusing yourself from any direct confrontation

with interpretation


now cut it out and take  responsibility for your so-called opinion


(and to any who have a qualm about my use of the word "midget"

well get over it already

you're short

live with it and take no gruff


I'm fat (whether I choose to do anything about it or not)

and I've had my fill of "fat fuck this" and "fat bastard that"

and after I show them what "fat boy"can do


you sense a new (how shall we call it?) respect


now

all of you stop acting like a bunch of boobs

crying because you dropped your lollipop in the dirt

and tell (and show) the disrespectful where to get off


in fact help them there if at all possible...


good night children...time to watch King Kong


for the 254th time in this lifetime



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SUMMER RHAPSODY (kinda after Brecht)

I'm in free flight

see you wherever I land


and don't forget the burgers and the franks

and the whiskey sours and the herb


fuck the rulers of the world

they'll never be invited


don't forget the burgers and the franks

and the whiskey sours and the herb


I'm coming in for a landing

with only one understanding


this is the Nirvana I seek

this is the Paradise I take (for now)


don't forget the burgers and the franks

and the whiskey sours and the herb...




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the smug say I'm on my own


but I always was


let the smug bugger each each other

I never needed their treachery and I never will



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I have no excuse for not getting my life together


I can't throw arm to my forehead and feign

vapors and unearthly distress


God is a process that grinds down life to make new life

no pity no mercy no grace no forgiveness no love


and as far as I'm concerned fuck it

I'll pull it together and I'll push it through


and God can screw me all He wants

God helps those who help themselves


well I'm helping myself and it's not much I want

now what insult to the Cosmos?


now what's the problem Dad? don't cut off my legs

then damn me for not dancing


I have no excuses and now...either do You






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I quiver before the Dark

I've seen the Dark before

but never so black

and never so impenetrable


I believe I'm being called on

I believe I've had my day

and those it will always be a part of me

oh how the senses will cry in their demise...




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I know life goes on eternally


but I don't care at the moment

I loved the world and the time in which I came up


and nothing in this life will ever have such value again...




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THE THREE GREAT FRIENDS

Ackerman died years ago

whose portal Famous Monsters led many of us

to the treasure trove of imaginative literature and cinema

that shaped countless generations of visionaries

to express their vision straight from the vatic source


now Bradbury has passed off the planet

(not unexpected but still one of those Permanent Sad Days

in the history of our race--always unbearably sad

when a Master is taken from us)


the last man standing is Harryhausen

whose work shaped the filmmakers we kowtow before

in this generation...


(and all three standing on the shoulders

of the giant O'Brien

who with The Lost World and Kong pretty much invented

cinematography as we know it today--

literally invented the techniques and concepts

behind all the visual wizardry we take for granted today)


when Harryhausen goes that will be it

and for those of us who were given to be alive

in the age of miracles they had wrought


nothing will ever be of such value evr again...



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it's lonely out here

in the deserts beyond consensus and complicity


but I wouldn't have it any other way


I'm tired of being treated like a boy

by gloryhounds who aren't fit to lick my shit

off a bathroom tile


you lazy conservative status-worship fuckholes

have a hell of your own


and whatever shit I'll face out here in the wilds

at least I'll have earned it on my own


I'll go down my own man and my own artist

and let the Mystery-That-Animates-All-Creation

do what he/she/it will


I'll go down my own person

and that trumps mere loneliness every time...



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but why be concerned with all that is so beyond

our measure we are like molecules of dirt

apprehensive of the elephant's tread?


love and do what you will

and you will be where

you are meant to be...



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dark forces have always prowled the earth


but someone must have organized them

they've never been so powerful

they've never been so...how shall we say...demanding




you could tell them the sun exists

and they should look up to see

and they'll say it's propaganda


dark forces forces are everywhere


in everything and everyone

(even you...even me...)


and they won't stop until they fall again

to the unmanifest Absolute Reality


and they disappear into the nothingness

with their pathological hubris


while the rest of us detached

mourn in no emotional flurry of hurt


the loss absorbed into the Ineffable

which will relieve us of ourselves...



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nobody wants me

I let embarrassing farts on the soup lines


I show how clever I am by pointing out the obvious


I'm the loudmouthed Jeremiah

who tells both sides

they're steaming bowls of shit


I speak Truth to Power

and am whisked out a side door


I am exempt from all laws

except the Law


and like Abraham I argue the point

and look what I got for wandering the desert...


a hell-tan....



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sometimes I think I've figured it out

and a half-hour later I'm plunged into doubt


I weary of messing with what I can't understand

it more than enough to deal with the matters at hand


but I'll give you a penny for your millionaire thoughts

dealing with imponderables makes you feel out of sorts


so close your eyes and indulge the vice of your choice

and at least for this piddling moment relax and rejoice


it won't last...but at least you'll have some renewing rest

in the continuing saga of Life On Earth...a second at best...


then you may in fresh humor resume

the daily struggle to outwit your doom


as long as you're breathing you're ahead...



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up above

down below

none too fast

all too slow


difference the same

when the beginning is done

all One and again we ask

which One?



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the different universes collide

not in any constellations


but right here on earth

in each mind and each heart


all through creation

process teases out our perceptions


and the commune of one group of soul

is the armed outpost of another


and even within those groupings

dissension divides and purges


and so those ruled by Mars and Saturn

bring the grief while those attempting escape


in a Neptunian haze know no relief and

the colliding universes roil into Being until spent


then you'll know or not what it meant...



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all I think is wonderful

is dismissed by the earthbound


they play in their piles of shit

and think it's gold they've found


to them it's wonderful

to me it's the sad realization


we run parallel tracks to one place

that's for each is a different destination...




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a voice is calling

can you hear it?


yes indeed but

I won't go near it


I'm not ready to leave

the things I love


I'm not ready to go

when I cannot know of


what is enough

or what is finished


a voice is calling


it will not diminish




it's telling you that you have


all you need already




you're already done


you've had a steady




stream of life 


that never failed you




that voice stills calls


will you go?




I stand in mid-stream

I really don't know


that voice will continue


to prod you on...




well if that's the case then I guess

I'm already gone


and now I no longer

hear any voice...


yes now the voice is a resonance


the white noise of your choice




all thought released from your tiny head...


...er...I'm sorry...what was that you said?




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wandering in the wilderness

ain't what it used to be


now solitude is a rumor

echoing on crowded roads


and the wild thickets are draped

with human debris


leave no footprint?

hell


just try not to leave your butt print

as a cloven track


on the same clay of previous wanderings




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too many priests make lousy saints

it's no wonder God will have nothing

to do with us

except judge us






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vast swarms on the summer night streets

and I feel invisible


no one to notice me

no one to bum me out with their nonsense


the young playing at grown-up

while the old barely shuffle out of the way


and I pass under hazy ribs of clouds

on this one and only Friday night ever


as safe as being part of the air...





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who but God knows the last sunset I'll see in this skin?

who but God knows if this is the last summer of them all?


I'll see the earth at a different stage

paying for my own sins as one of my own descendants


but that time is yet to be

and there is so much that can happen on the way


reckoning and absolution

a change of state that will do away with states


the last sunset belongs to the earth

the only sunrise belongs to all


beyond any human measure...




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I'm killing myself to stay alive


why?


if life is eternal then why am I clinging

to a time and place gone

an instant after I experienced it?


I'm no different than anyone

and a consciousness of always now


must face the physical trauma of


the breaking of the silver cord

to survive and look back

on the illusion of life that chilled us

with its totality of self-projection


don't kill yourself to stay alive

stay alive beyond the grinding process of ignorance...


why?


because you are alive...



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I would say a torch has been passed

but it's more like a forest fire


fire they say makes things new

am I phoenix enough to rise on that?





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my heroes are fast becoming dust


how each faced their departure from the earth

I'll never know


but their leaving leaves a hole in my life

that only Death could fill...



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I've been plowing this field for 45 years

and they still treat me like a boy


if you want the fake immortality

of a place in their pantheon


then go ahead and sell yourself out


what endures endures


by other means than the acclaim

of ignoramuses


500 years from now

(if the earth is still here in any recognizable form)


they may still be reading about

the Twice-Poisoned Dog


but have no idea who I am...




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what will I be dreaming at 4:06 tomorrow morning?


when we die and our lives flash before us

will we remember all the dreams we've forgotten as well?


what will I be dreaming at 4:07 tomorrow morning?




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well you asked me and I told you


how much plainer can I say

don't shit where you eat?


no one's going to protect you from

her boyfriend now


you waited on a divine myth

to come to your rescue


but lo the Lord favors the female

despite what His killers think


now if you'll excuse me

I'll turn this table on its side


and talk to you next week

if you're still around...


how else did you think the world worked?



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the Dark Ages have endured

no Light has shone yet

other than from one who died

like a criminal

and would again if he showed up

his believers must have been blinded

and he'd have his work cut out for himself again

since every age in the earth is dark

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mock the grave

if it makes you feel superior


and you don't wonder too hard

about who'd bother to bury you


and what jest you'll engender

in your passing...




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I could've been an academician

but I had a working forebrain...



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what is it about the earth that makes people so stupid?

what is it about the Idea of God that makes people so evil?


what is it about? who knows? who cares?

as long as you're breathing and holding your own


to hell with the others in fact

for real fun mess with their minds and ask them


what is it about evil that makes people need an Idea of God?

what is it about stupidity that keeps people on the earth?





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from the divine heights to the infernal depths

not one drop of love or mercy


no wonder stupid humans think

to be heartless is to be perfect...



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the last of any lineage

carries a fatalism that liberates

one from historical expectation

as to be the totality of all


the previous personages

the absolute representative

of its blood's traits

even if each generation


is a diminishment

of the initial spark

the original gleam some memory

in a Universal Mind


oh the pity on that last of all one

they don't call it the descent of man for nothing...





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I could die at any moment

and if life goes on beyond this skin

all well and good


and if it doesn't

well how would I know?

it's a win-win situation


as far as I can see

and I rejoice in the only instant I know...




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pulchritude!


good God

just the sound of the word...


it's like blistering on a sidewalk

in a 100 F plus heat wave


even if the sky is gray

and the wind is cool and rainy


and you glow like a sun

in the midnight of your room


while the night is shiny as crystal

and the dawn a fading afterthought...




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people think I'm nuts

as my eyes glaze

standing at the street corner


staring at this street of 40 years ago

and mourning the past material manifestation

that was my time of youth


while these current bodies scuttle around me

unthinking in what will become

their memory of the place and time


and me the unsuspected (until then) harbinger

in their hurried midst...



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I believe nothing and everything


too often what we think is the wrong way

is the right way


and the right way turns out

all wrong


so I pick my way and no longer care

the release of death daily draws nearer


and all I do be it false or true

truly is everything or nothing...



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my advice to the world today:

I Ching Hexagrams numbers 4 and 31





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while Grand Divine Designs

wheel and lock in the heavens


our common daily turmoils ratchet up

and we are at the mercy of our own stumbling...


oh for whatever apocalyptic turns

of some forming future called into manifestation


to us it's just another day in the fields

with shovels and no boots and plenty of fertilizer...




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don't mind me I just feel extra feisty today...


exhausted of anguish and with a surplus

of a daredevil's relish for heightened living


I could lick the world but prefer that it would lick mine








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all metaphysics come down to this:


I don't remember where I came from

and I've no idea where I'm bound


but I'm here with what I've got

and that's more than enough to tell


everyone to go to hell...

I may never be content but I'll always be happy


to tell you where to get off...



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a steady job would be nice--

so would some forward motion God won't obstruct

for karma's sake--


but I carry so much shit from the past

it was eclipsed by the current lifetime's

matters at hand that needed attention--


but I couldn't tell you

if I made things worse by not knowing

from what body of consequences those grasping


fingers of demand for reckoning and absolution

clutched at the ignorant consciousness

that is this Philip Milito--


so I came to some kind of realization

but there is so much more to confront

that no peaceful easy moment is enough


to energize the soul on its continuing way--

to hell with history or some illusion of a grand destiny--

my bills are mounting and the old lady's giving me hell


on a regular basis and God is elsewhere

all promises of aid left like a pile of shit

steaming on some roadside while I look for


a job of work that will at least keep me afloat

until I reach some catch basin of some abyss--

fuck it


steady work--though a dream--would be a nice situation

to which I could awaken...



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all hell's supposed to break loose this summer

(cosmically speaking)

Uranus squares Pluto


for the first of seven exact hits of that aspect

until 2015

and with some fantastic Yod


pointing 'God's finger' at Venus before the new year

a New Age is finally at hand

but given the deafness of Man in the earth


how would we know?

hell's always breaking loose in this world

and despite whatever higher calling sounding through creation


there'll be no 'Heaven On Earth'

only another excuse for us to cut loose with the very hungers

that got us into this mess of humanity's history


now I know shit breeds orchards

and any paradise must be the result

of every grinding of hell


but the ground is parched

and those who only know the earth and nothing higher

will plant seeds in dry ground


and expect some imaginary deluge to water

them into some grand New Order of abundance

and enlightened brotherhood out in those fields


cultivating the New Eternity

good luck

whose idea of freedom in God's domain


will crush and prevail over

someone else's idea of the Perfect State?

I happily won't be on the earth to learn

whose heaven is heaven and whose is hell yet again again again...


happy new Mayan calendar

heaven is still farther than we know

even as it is always here around us

see you on some 'golden shore'


or not...



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