the end of summer broils mildly today
(90 degrees at this time of year
is slightly different than earlier in the season
as the sun isn't as high or as strong)
but it still makes us break a sweat
as south of the equator the people there
have had enough darkness
and are warming up to their summer's approach
and so we'll speak of particular seasons
particular to wherever on earth you may be
and speak uselessly of ends and beginnings
as for the time being the sun's not finished yet...
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Friday, August 31, 2012
I envy those who live in their bubbles
such fantasy soothes the ache of responsibility
they think some Merciful God will save them from themselves
while I and mine know the struggle is on us
and no it isn't easy to be aware of the gulf between
what we are and what we should be
no wonder when we reach that point of exhaustion
all we can do is laugh...
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such fantasy soothes the ache of responsibility
they think some Merciful God will save them from themselves
while I and mine know the struggle is on us
and no it isn't easy to be aware of the gulf between
what we are and what we should be
no wonder when we reach that point of exhaustion
all we can do is laugh...
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Walking before the church on a hot late summer day—a junkie stops a moment—a soft touch for a cigarette and some change approaches him
I can see from where I’m standing across the street this person is not glad to see the junkie come up to him—I can’t blame him—the junkie hit me up twice in the last week and a half and now I avoid him—which is how I wound up here on this side of the street—he wasn’t menacing or surly—but beseeching in the weakness that got him hooked in the first place and left him begging for a hit of somethinganythinganythingatall—
Yes I was revolted and yes I felt guilty and yes and yes and yes I turned and wandered away—reflecting on my broken idea of how I was there for anyone in need—and indulging my own hit of remorse and self-castigation—
Better reflect longer and harder—better come up with a better excuse
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AN EXCHANGE
The fallen man as I believe, is exemplified by its mine, me, I. The example of our Lord is the complete opposite, love thy neighbor etc. that is what we strive for but it's not our first knee jerk reaction. That is why we are saved thru Christ because God knows we are unable to attain what we are asked to do. No one except Christ is able to obey the 10 commandments. We may be mindful, and try but in the end, it is impossible for us. So, that is why I don't believe in share and share alike. We as humans cannot do it. Perhaps when Christ returns and it's Heaven on earth then it will be share and share alike. Now we have to slog thru it and do the best we can.
NO!
When Jesus straightened the sick and the lame, his words were "Repent, and sin no more" According to what you believe, that's an impossibility. Is this to say that Jesus misspoke himself when he said, "I am what all men may become?" Free gift of grace or not, we seem to be required to act, and to act contra those "evil" animal hungers that control the (after all) animal human body. Speaking from the RC side of things, if someone on their knees at Saturday confession goes out that night to re-open the 98 wounds of Christ with a night of debauchery, they have no excuse for this lapse! They may say "Oh I am unworthy" Bulldonuts! The animal body wants what it wants, but if the higher part of human nature--that consciousness that KNOWS THAT IT KNOWS--does nothing to control and refine those urges into something better, then you're either a slave to some church or a free soul striving for redemption and transcendence in the light of the Ineffable...call it God or lamppost or ashtray or whatever you will...I mean, how can the Unnameable be given ANY name by us? Live by your own lights...that's all we can do. But ignore someone less fortunate in the name of some creed, then see what the One will have to say about THAT!
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NO!
When Jesus straightened the sick and the lame, his words were "Repent, and sin no more" According to what you believe, that's an impossibility. Is this to say that Jesus misspoke himself when he said, "I am what all men may become?" Free gift of grace or not, we seem to be required to act, and to act contra those "evil" animal hungers that control the (after all) animal human body. Speaking from the RC side of things, if someone on their knees at Saturday confession goes out that night to re-open the 98 wounds of Christ with a night of debauchery, they have no excuse for this lapse! They may say "Oh I am unworthy" Bulldonuts! The animal body wants what it wants, but if the higher part of human nature--that consciousness that KNOWS THAT IT KNOWS--does nothing to control and refine those urges into something better, then you're either a slave to some church or a free soul striving for redemption and transcendence in the light of the Ineffable...call it God or lamppost or ashtray or whatever you will...I mean, how can the Unnameable be given ANY name by us? Live by your own lights...that's all we can do. But ignore someone less fortunate in the name of some creed, then see what the One will have to say about THAT!
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
a new world will grow like stalks
breaking through the ashes and ruin of this old one
but the terrible price tells me
all I wished for this world
will happen without me
and not as the straight march to transcendence
that all of us wish it would be
if I have to be the last of the old
then so be it
(I was never too keen on community as such
too many not holding up their end
and I in my way among them
despite what I thought I was doing)
the vanity that dies now
will resurface yet again
for all the novelty of the new
human nature will never change
and the struggle to engage the higher self
will continue even in what new dispensation
puts us a higher rung of the Jacob's Ladder
we climb on our way to what fulfillment
what reunification what holy only One...
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breaking through the ashes and ruin of this old one
but the terrible price tells me
all I wished for this world
will happen without me
and not as the straight march to transcendence
that all of us wish it would be
if I have to be the last of the old
then so be it
(I was never too keen on community as such
too many not holding up their end
and I in my way among them
despite what I thought I was doing)
the vanity that dies now
will resurface yet again
for all the novelty of the new
human nature will never change
and the struggle to engage the higher self
will continue even in what new dispensation
puts us a higher rung of the Jacob's Ladder
we climb on our way to what fulfillment
what reunification what holy only One...
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012
the afternoon does fly
it's almost autumn already
and the summer is barely a memory
so swiftly it went by
what poet hasn't said all this
in like words and emotions
and who hasn't faced this condition
yearning for all that on earth will be missed?
what comes after this offers no guarantee
no strict rendering of what is to be
but each of us build toward it as we will
rulers and workers and lovers and poets
all varieties of occupation know it
and we will our sorrows and anticipations still...
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it's almost autumn already
and the summer is barely a memory
so swiftly it went by
what poet hasn't said all this
in like words and emotions
and who hasn't faced this condition
yearning for all that on earth will be missed?
what comes after this offers no guarantee
no strict rendering of what is to be
but each of us build toward it as we will
rulers and workers and lovers and poets
all varieties of occupation know it
and we will our sorrows and anticipations still...
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the shadow admits to the sun
this fact is part of the world
that locks us in our skins
we are and are not these bodies
but we know that we know
and the patience required to endure this
is the ground of our testing
sweating in the sun that casts our visages darkly outward...
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this fact is part of the world
that locks us in our skins
we are and are not these bodies
but we know that we know
and the patience required to endure this
is the ground of our testing
sweating in the sun that casts our visages darkly outward...
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the moon is almost full
and I can feel its increasing pull
on every drop of water in my flesh
my mood swings with the tides
and upsets each plan besides
and again I must determine what's for the best
let all the cycles close down and the new start draw near
whoever I am I'll still be starting out from right here...
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and I can feel its increasing pull
on every drop of water in my flesh
my mood swings with the tides
and upsets each plan besides
and again I must determine what's for the best
let all the cycles close down and the new start draw near
whoever I am I'll still be starting out from right here...
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how I weary of this world
we're torn between the merciless ideologies
of those who would take all for themselves
and leave everyone else to die
and of those who would take and expect
some permanent restitution
for their victimhood
and even those who think they've transcended
such earthly illusions are themselves deluded
in their vanity of their fake universal comprehension
but trust the human race vain and proud
and never more so than when they are weak and humble
(and yes I include myself
once you're awake it's hard to go back to sleep)
to have nothing to say
but will go on yammering anyway
our shame and our glory
one indistinguishable thing
how I weary of this world
how I weary of the whole plan
myself needing to disregard the fallen state
and strive for the risen one...
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we're torn between the merciless ideologies
of those who would take all for themselves
and leave everyone else to die
and of those who would take and expect
some permanent restitution
for their victimhood
and even those who think they've transcended
such earthly illusions are themselves deluded
in their vanity of their fake universal comprehension
but trust the human race vain and proud
and never more so than when they are weak and humble
(and yes I include myself
once you're awake it's hard to go back to sleep)
to have nothing to say
but will go on yammering anyway
our shame and our glory
one indistinguishable thing
how I weary of this world
how I weary of the whole plan
myself needing to disregard the fallen state
and strive for the risen one...
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my wish is a childish one
that we all wake up and realize the interdependence
of ourselves and the whole of creation
and that all our harms and all our defeats
were just the results of our grubby grasping wants
even if this is the Actual Reality of the One
to transcend all our selfish ignorant hurts
oh how we all ruin the Reality by reducing it
to our childish wishes...
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that we all wake up and realize the interdependence
of ourselves and the whole of creation
and that all our harms and all our defeats
were just the results of our grubby grasping wants
even if this is the Actual Reality of the One
to transcend all our selfish ignorant hurts
oh how we all ruin the Reality by reducing it
to our childish wishes...
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as long as there is earth beneath our feet
we will hunger beyond reason
and lust with our whole attention
and in the afterglow of some satiation
we'll regret our weakness and woe
but soon enough we will in our natural season
revive and chase the next temptation
excusing any defeat as to our desire we go...
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we will hunger beyond reason
and lust with our whole attention
and in the afterglow of some satiation
we'll regret our weakness and woe
but soon enough we will in our natural season
revive and chase the next temptation
excusing any defeat as to our desire we go...
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what avatar rises again
to course-correct our plunge
in what fate fulfilled in what Grand Design realized?
call this One what you will
this One appears now
not for some happily ever after
but road-service service toward what Ultimate
we have yet to remember...
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to course-correct our plunge
in what fate fulfilled in what Grand Design realized?
call this One what you will
this One appears now
not for some happily ever after
but road-service service toward what Ultimate
we have yet to remember...
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human nature DOES tend to swerve toward the self-serving...but human nature also strives for "Love God with your whole being, and your neighbor as yourself"...I personally have never understood the emphasis on the FALLEN Man over the RISEN Jesus...if Jesus IS the risen savior, then why concentrate on all the pernicious ideologies that hold us to the evils (if evils they be) of the earth? Can we really talk of antagonistic points of view when all of us in some measure, separate the fullness of living with a 'them vs. us" illusion that's brought nothing but misery into the world?Know that your concerns at root are no different than anyone else's...Our welfare as a race of beings, wrought from what mystery animates the universe, is the same--"Do onto others...", because you WILL ultimately reap what you sow...why this should still be a question after thousands of years is something I'll never be able to wrap my mind around...
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
there's no need for hatred or vengeance
no need to despise or to condemn
we all have treachery deceit and insecurity
in our human make-ups
just as the negative visage of Judgment
shows forth as the positive sign of Mercy
so are all our bitter hurts
just the shadow side of love...
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no need to despise or to condemn
we all have treachery deceit and insecurity
in our human make-ups
just as the negative visage of Judgment
shows forth as the positive sign of Mercy
so are all our bitter hurts
just the shadow side of love...
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this is where the times turn around
and we that were young are now the elders
and our elders pass in their painful dispositions
and our young ones are our shame or our delight
but no one can mock or judge another
it's like looking in your own mirror
and wondering who facing back at you
is your ruin or your salvation
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and we that were young are now the elders
and our elders pass in their painful dispositions
and our young ones are our shame or our delight
but no one can mock or judge another
it's like looking in your own mirror
and wondering who facing back at you
is your ruin or your salvation
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nothing clears the air like honesty...
no wonder too many of us are smothering
it's easier to come clean with another
than to be honest with ourselves
and the quality of that 'coming clean'
can only be gauged
by how much one turns away when you speak
or the one speaks to you and you hear your own voice...
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no wonder too many of us are smothering
it's easier to come clean with another
than to be honest with ourselves
and the quality of that 'coming clean'
can only be gauged
by how much one turns away when you speak
or the one speaks to you and you hear your own voice...
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the trouble with selflessly surrendering yourself
is having to sit calmly
waiting for the unenlightened
to drag you down with them
into the pits of their hell
which you mistakenly
thought you would be spared
ah but we are all One
and none of us are spared...
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is having to sit calmly
waiting for the unenlightened
to drag you down with them
into the pits of their hell
which you mistakenly
thought you would be spared
ah but we are all One
and none of us are spared...
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Monday, August 27, 2012
our earthbound minds are the death of us
see so many locked in their animal understanding
trying to drag everyone else down with them
into a feral pit of imaginary blind lust and hunger
oh I've a ways to go before I can do without
this ravening insanity of flesh
a ways to go before before I can even
come close to emulating the Perfect Man who freed us from this
and waits in infinite patience for us
to awaken to this fact
who knows when by an earthly measure?
in the heavens it's always just about to happen
and so hard to stay strong until when that time
here on earth finally happens...
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see so many locked in their animal understanding
trying to drag everyone else down with them
into a feral pit of imaginary blind lust and hunger
oh I've a ways to go before I can do without
this ravening insanity of flesh
a ways to go before before I can even
come close to emulating the Perfect Man who freed us from this
and waits in infinite patience for us
to awaken to this fact
who knows when by an earthly measure?
in the heavens it's always just about to happen
and so hard to stay strong until when that time
here on earth finally happens...
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On Dylan's TEMPEST
when you step beyond the boundaries
power at full
the goods delivered
and unstoppable to all
but the One who bequeathed the gift of achievement
then pass into that area beyond fulfillment
your work will stand
and you will have rejoined the cosmos
from whence you came
the gift for one and all who can receive it
and for you the pledge honored
in its doing
let us not tear down such a one who bears this boon to us
all of us are enabled and all of us have our chance...
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power at full
the goods delivered
and unstoppable to all
but the One who bequeathed the gift of achievement
then pass into that area beyond fulfillment
your work will stand
and you will have rejoined the cosmos
from whence you came
the gift for one and all who can receive it
and for you the pledge honored
in its doing
let us not tear down such a one who bears this boon to us
all of us are enabled and all of us have our chance...
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absolutely amazing!
the more I suffer the lighter I feel
as if the heaviness exhausted itself
on our human limitations
and all that remains is the hint of relief
that comes as we bear the weight
with stronger unexpected grace
or is it just unsuspected strength forged
while we collapsed and claimed
we couldn't take any more?
if it were left to me I'd probably ruin it
with deep reflection and though...but no...
that's not the case...it's totally incredible!
not know whether to cry or to laugh...
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the more I suffer the lighter I feel
as if the heaviness exhausted itself
on our human limitations
and all that remains is the hint of relief
that comes as we bear the weight
with stronger unexpected grace
or is it just unsuspected strength forged
while we collapsed and claimed
we couldn't take any more?
if it were left to me I'd probably ruin it
with deep reflection and though...but no...
that's not the case...it's totally incredible!
not know whether to cry or to laugh...
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losers and winners
only exist on the earth
those who kibitz from above
laugh or weep according to who in skin
they may still identify with...
recognizing their own speciality in bloom
in someone else struggling along to pass 'go'
collecting $200 or not...metaphysical Monopoly...HAW!
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only exist on the earth
those who kibitz from above
laugh or weep according to who in skin
they may still identify with...
recognizing their own speciality in bloom
in someone else struggling along to pass 'go'
collecting $200 or not...metaphysical Monopoly...HAW!
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now to give all this speculation a rest
I know as much or as little as you
I have no special wisdom
I have no reason to be hopeful or glad
I'm just shoving my own way forward
and rubbing other shoulders as we go
and where we drop is where we stop
grateful that the silence will give us our rest...
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I know as much or as little as you
I have no special wisdom
I have no reason to be hopeful or glad
I'm just shoving my own way forward
and rubbing other shoulders as we go
and where we drop is where we stop
grateful that the silence will give us our rest...
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oh to be finally be awake
with all your beliefs really gone
and you supine on the killing floor
of your own consequence
that is hardest of all to bear
that is the cold truth of looking up
into the empty heavens and knowing
all you've searched for is so far beyond the sky
that even though it is buried deep with in you
you still got lost on the way
at least close this sojourn on earth
with learning that much
maybe next time your load would weigh you down
and you'll have a fighting chance to do right...
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with all your beliefs really gone
and you supine on the killing floor
of your own consequence
that is hardest of all to bear
that is the cold truth of looking up
into the empty heavens and knowing
all you've searched for is so far beyond the sky
that even though it is buried deep with in you
you still got lost on the way
at least close this sojourn on earth
with learning that much
maybe next time your load would weigh you down
and you'll have a fighting chance to do right...
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if you've no wish to believe in mythology
that's quite alright for reality
even science now proves eternity (somewhat)
or do you really think the ground you walk on
is new and improved?
or that the dirt is not billions of years old?
and where it came from and where it will go...oh
so beyond comprehension what you wish to believe is
of no consequence except to your own progress...
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that's quite alright for reality
even science now proves eternity (somewhat)
or do you really think the ground you walk on
is new and improved?
or that the dirt is not billions of years old?
and where it came from and where it will go...oh
so beyond comprehension what you wish to believe is
of no consequence except to your own progress...
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another stage of maudlin blessings
do not heal our wounds
believe your fairy tales if you will
but the recuperation's harder than you know
and will cost you your false faiths
your delusions and your desire
to heal is to die
and to die is to be reborn...
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do not heal our wounds
believe your fairy tales if you will
but the recuperation's harder than you know
and will cost you your false faiths
your delusions and your desire
to heal is to die
and to die is to be reborn...
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
good God haven't I been here before?
it looks so familiar
past styles reverberate in new forms and
old echoes in new voices
vast and mysterious
but trite and predictable
we're nowhere near some cosmic end-game
though some of us wish we were
the new tyrant sounds no different
than the old style one
the reformer mirrors the tyrant's style
and still thinks it's for a greater purpose
good God the new liberation still enslaves
I've been here before watching the same bread and circus games
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it looks so familiar
past styles reverberate in new forms and
old echoes in new voices
vast and mysterious
but trite and predictable
we're nowhere near some cosmic end-game
though some of us wish we were
the new tyrant sounds no different
than the old style one
the reformer mirrors the tyrant's style
and still thinks it's for a greater purpose
good God the new liberation still enslaves
I've been here before watching the same bread and circus games
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many call suicide a cowardly act
a running away from life
I disagree
I think it takes a supernal amount of courage
to be able to step into some unknowable Void
whether there's absolutely nothing after this world
or there is and some divine pronouncement
punishes the sufferer for taking his own life
either is enshrouded in a deep dark incomprehensible mystery
and all our opinions on the matter just the blatherings
of people either so far from the edge
they speak in the majesty of their ignorance
or too close to the edge
and are dulled to the reality of incomprehension
that frames our time in these skins
so let the petty in their safety pontificate
(I also have nothing to say
miserable as I am I am not ready just yet
to call it quits)
for the departed a bravery of spirit
a prayer and a hope that their choice
does them no worse than staying alive
in a world that daily become a place in which
it is not worth living...
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a running away from life
I disagree
I think it takes a supernal amount of courage
to be able to step into some unknowable Void
whether there's absolutely nothing after this world
or there is and some divine pronouncement
punishes the sufferer for taking his own life
either is enshrouded in a deep dark incomprehensible mystery
and all our opinions on the matter just the blatherings
of people either so far from the edge
they speak in the majesty of their ignorance
or too close to the edge
and are dulled to the reality of incomprehension
that frames our time in these skins
so let the petty in their safety pontificate
(I also have nothing to say
miserable as I am I am not ready just yet
to call it quits)
for the departed a bravery of spirit
a prayer and a hope that their choice
does them no worse than staying alive
in a world that daily become a place in which
it is not worth living...
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Friday, August 24, 2012
why cry for the spirit when flesh is so hungry?
feed both
and let others divide their own truths
why say it's all One
then deny it when you're pushed to a choice?
let others create worlds to justify their own dark hungers?
why deny your bread in blindness?
why starve for visions when your eyes are open?
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feed both
and let others divide their own truths
why say it's all One
then deny it when you're pushed to a choice?
let others create worlds to justify their own dark hungers?
why deny your bread in blindness?
why starve for visions when your eyes are open?
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"curse my God and I'll rip out your heart..."
oh sweet sacred pure adoration
help me fly from such as this situation
where the holiness of a devout believer
prompts the swing of his cross like a cleaver
across the worshipping heads at prayer
who are secretly sorry he is there
and will the God he defends
bless him for his devotion as holy henchman
or blast him from earth for misusing the Name
calling his own oaths down on his own blame?
to soothe let us have news of his demise for a start...
then gladly will the prayer arise
zealot finally empty at the eyes...
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oh sweet sacred pure adoration
help me fly from such as this situation
where the holiness of a devout believer
prompts the swing of his cross like a cleaver
across the worshipping heads at prayer
who are secretly sorry he is there
and will the God he defends
bless him for his devotion as holy henchman
or blast him from earth for misusing the Name
calling his own oaths down on his own blame?
to soothe let us have news of his demise for a start...
then gladly will the prayer arise
zealot finally empty at the eyes...
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I wouldn't have any backup plans if I were you
nothing we've known will be left standing
if we survive this total breakage of our diminishing era
what new rising from its ruin will teach us new ways to be
who we are...and maybe it will be an advance from what has been
but even if that is the case human nature will still be the same
and among those who will strive to go forward
will again be those who will try to drag us back...
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nothing we've known will be left standing
if we survive this total breakage of our diminishing era
what new rising from its ruin will teach us new ways to be
who we are...and maybe it will be an advance from what has been
but even if that is the case human nature will still be the same
and among those who will strive to go forward
will again be those who will try to drag us back...
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the zealots and other psychos were expecting
asteroids and super volcanoes and searing solar flares
and reversal of poles and the the earth turning over
and Jesus piloting the Mother Ship to retrieve us
but no no no to these childish fantasies
of the spiritually mentally and emotionally disenfranchised
The Apocalypse is slow and daily and happens
as crime has always happened
one last hammered nerve
one last broken heart and the shooting starts
except in numbers now unbelievably huge
as everyone looks over their shoulder not knowing
which face will be the one who delivers you from life
which zealot which psycho...which foe or which friend...
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asteroids and super volcanoes and searing solar flares
and reversal of poles and the the earth turning over
and Jesus piloting the Mother Ship to retrieve us
but no no no to these childish fantasies
of the spiritually mentally and emotionally disenfranchised
The Apocalypse is slow and daily and happens
as crime has always happened
one last hammered nerve
one last broken heart and the shooting starts
except in numbers now unbelievably huge
as everyone looks over their shoulder not knowing
which face will be the one who delivers you from life
which zealot which psycho...which foe or which friend...
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oh you must love your misery...
see how many fools as self-deluding
jump to your imperious demands
as if they'll get a return on their investment
either by being patient and waiting for you to fall
or by savagely coming after you and taking their due
by force your bloody heart dripping from their fangs...
and you writhing in an ecstasy of deadly self-flattery...
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see how many fools as self-deluding
jump to your imperious demands
as if they'll get a return on their investment
either by being patient and waiting for you to fall
or by savagely coming after you and taking their due
by force your bloody heart dripping from their fangs...
and you writhing in an ecstasy of deadly self-flattery...
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go ahead and hate me
you look in my eyes
and see only yourself
and suffer from the fact
hating me because I won't give
the false affirmation that "yes yes dear
it's alright everything will be alright"
go ahead and hate yourself
you're already an obstacle to everybody
and you get what you ask for after all...
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you look in my eyes
and see only yourself
and suffer from the fact
hating me because I won't give
the false affirmation that "yes yes dear
it's alright everything will be alright"
go ahead and hate yourself
you're already an obstacle to everybody
and you get what you ask for after all...
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proud of yourself now?
you could've gone forward
in the midst of all this social breakdown
but instead tried to backtrack
in the midst of all this social breakdown
and now are worse off than you were
blind vain and frightened and blaming
evryone but yourself for your misery...
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you could've gone forward
in the midst of all this social breakdown
but instead tried to backtrack
in the midst of all this social breakdown
and now are worse off than you were
blind vain and frightened and blaming
evryone but yourself for your misery...
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012
we will always be who we are
that will comfort some and agonize others
but if "I Am That I Am" means "Things Are As They Are"
then it also means "You Is What You Is And You Ain't What You Ain't"*
that should take care of more than half of your frenzy
that should stabilize whatever fears wreck your rectification
now all excuses are flushed down some cosmic tube
now there's no hiding..."Peek-A-Boo"...har har...
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that will comfort some and agonize others
but if "I Am That I Am" means "Things Are As They Are"
then it also means "You Is What You Is And You Ain't What You Ain't"*
that should take care of more than half of your frenzy
that should stabilize whatever fears wreck your rectification
now all excuses are flushed down some cosmic tube
now there's no hiding..."Peek-A-Boo"...har har...
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more than one source has reported
the world beyond is much like this one
except that the forms are more blazingly vivid
ultimate in the source of their essence
no wonder we homesick ones on this side of the veil
long for what we barely recall
the passage through all thought forms as a liberation
from the weight of sorrows that is the frozen forms in matter
oh razor-sharp edges of dreams we slide around unharmed
(oh poverty of words to describe the indescribable)
and how many of us longing to awaken to that place
right here all around us
just ask Milosz: "It will be exactly like this life. The same room.
Yes, my child, the same. At dawn the bird of time in the foliage, pale as a corpse..."*
*Translation by Kenneth Rexroth.
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the world beyond is much like this one
except that the forms are more blazingly vivid
ultimate in the source of their essence
no wonder we homesick ones on this side of the veil
long for what we barely recall
the passage through all thought forms as a liberation
from the weight of sorrows that is the frozen forms in matter
oh razor-sharp edges of dreams we slide around unharmed
(oh poverty of words to describe the indescribable)
and how many of us longing to awaken to that place
right here all around us
just ask Milosz: "It will be exactly like this life. The same room.
Yes, my child, the same. At dawn the bird of time in the foliage, pale as a corpse..."*
*Translation by Kenneth Rexroth.
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if you want to transcend then stop trying so hard
you're only getting in your own way
just tend to your daily business
and follow through on what is your lot
when your road gives out naturally
then you'll continue walking
wondering how you got beyond the chains of matter
even as all you were is eulogized where your body dropped...
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you're only getting in your own way
just tend to your daily business
and follow through on what is your lot
when your road gives out naturally
then you'll continue walking
wondering how you got beyond the chains of matter
even as all you were is eulogized where your body dropped...
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no one should have a thing to say
we're all ignorant
we're all in the wrong
none of us have
the total picture
or the power to work
its implications
we think we're wise
as others in their alleged wisdom
laugh and laugh
and get insulted when they're laughed at...
well that's truly a shame says
I who dare in ignorance to say so
I who in my own foolishness dare to play wise...
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we're all ignorant
we're all in the wrong
none of us have
the total picture
or the power to work
its implications
we think we're wise
as others in their alleged wisdom
laugh and laugh
and get insulted when they're laughed at...
well that's truly a shame says
I who dare in ignorance to say so
I who in my own foolishness dare to play wise...
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at least for me Grace does not supersede Karma
and Will is not stronger than Destiny
for whatever reason I cannot know in this skin
the One has forbade me even amendment
and all for which I strive is snatched from me
just as I'm about to achieve it
or given to me and assured of coming
to little or nothing
let the Positive Thinkers bray all they wish
they don't know how blessed they are
and for those of us not so fortunately disposed
we make our atonements as we go forward
not trying to undo sins we're already paying for
but at least a fighting chance next time we walk in flesh...
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and Will is not stronger than Destiny
for whatever reason I cannot know in this skin
the One has forbade me even amendment
and all for which I strive is snatched from me
just as I'm about to achieve it
or given to me and assured of coming
to little or nothing
let the Positive Thinkers bray all they wish
they don't know how blessed they are
and for those of us not so fortunately disposed
we make our atonements as we go forward
not trying to undo sins we're already paying for
but at least a fighting chance next time we walk in flesh...
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Sunday School's let out...
don't be like some republican whose idiocy
is the product of "legitimate inbreeding"
we all heard the sermon and ponder it
then forget in the flurry of Sunday activity
a day at the beach with coolers full of beer
iPods blasting the ear and pretty girls in bikinis
cavemen with technology while the pastor has his tryst
ah to be One in human failing
an excuse for every misdirection
and don't get me wrong
I too fail but stop my moaning in time for a swig
and a few franks and an eyeful of beauty on the sand...
I too love it when Sunday School lets out...
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don't be like some republican whose idiocy
is the product of "legitimate inbreeding"
we all heard the sermon and ponder it
then forget in the flurry of Sunday activity
a day at the beach with coolers full of beer
iPods blasting the ear and pretty girls in bikinis
cavemen with technology while the pastor has his tryst
ah to be One in human failing
an excuse for every misdirection
and don't get me wrong
I too fail but stop my moaning in time for a swig
and a few franks and an eyeful of beauty on the sand...
I too love it when Sunday School lets out...
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no one needs preachers and raving prophets
shouting about righteousness when their own accounts
are seriously in arrears
let these neurotics expiate their own error
stay in a closet as Matthew suggested
no one is special no one is exempt
no need to be Elijah losing his head as John
while Jezebel parades in Salome's skin
and has a revenge that only lengthens her times in the earth
yes we all think we're part of the Godhead and yes
we all make the error of thinking that makes us God
the Whole may be included in all parts
but no one part functions without the Unity
of All making One...that's where we stumble...and listen to raving neurotics...
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shouting about righteousness when their own accounts
are seriously in arrears
let these neurotics expiate their own error
stay in a closet as Matthew suggested
no one is special no one is exempt
no need to be Elijah losing his head as John
while Jezebel parades in Salome's skin
and has a revenge that only lengthens her times in the earth
yes we all think we're part of the Godhead and yes
we all make the error of thinking that makes us God
the Whole may be included in all parts
but no one part functions without the Unity
of All making One...that's where we stumble...and listen to raving neurotics...
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I follow the path as far as it goes
afterward who knows where I will be led?
I already passed a turning point
and saw ahead of me what I saw behind
every door on earth remains shut
and you only get your key when your time here is up
living in your eternal now but for who? for what?
for when? for why?
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afterward who knows where I will be led?
I already passed a turning point
and saw ahead of me what I saw behind
every door on earth remains shut
and you only get your key when your time here is up
living in your eternal now but for who? for what?
for when? for why?
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Tuesday, August 21, 2012
I was ready to greatly tie up this morning's string of posts
with some confession of personal anguish (Lord again?)
but I lost it
my laundry was ready and I had to get down and get it
(I live in a building of low-lives who aren't above
messing with other people's goods)
see how easy it is for the world to interfere
with all this higher stuff
(as if it were higher stuff and not an addition
to the illusions that by our own idiotic assent
hold us to the mundane)
well maybe our worldly doings only matter in the world
but their meaning their purpose their power their essence
comes from beyond this world (else karma wouldn't be a question)
whatever the actuality what has been wrought
is on our tally like it or not
and rather than tie myself to the sins the vengeance of the One is already
making me pay for
I'll amend as I go forward and not sweat about where that'll lead to...
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with some confession of personal anguish (Lord again?)
but I lost it
my laundry was ready and I had to get down and get it
(I live in a building of low-lives who aren't above
messing with other people's goods)
see how easy it is for the world to interfere
with all this higher stuff
(as if it were higher stuff and not an addition
to the illusions that by our own idiotic assent
hold us to the mundane)
well maybe our worldly doings only matter in the world
but their meaning their purpose their power their essence
comes from beyond this world (else karma wouldn't be a question)
whatever the actuality what has been wrought
is on our tally like it or not
and rather than tie myself to the sins the vengeance of the One is already
making me pay for
I'll amend as I go forward and not sweat about where that'll lead to...
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again there is talk of the necessary fall
and a rise in grace commensurate
with one's acceptance of fault and one's amendments
of error going forward on the soul's quest
how rocky the road
how crooked the trail everyone must stumble along
if this fall was necessary
will the atonement truly be as compensatory?
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and a rise in grace commensurate
with one's acceptance of fault and one's amendments
of error going forward on the soul's quest
how rocky the road
how crooked the trail everyone must stumble along
if this fall was necessary
will the atonement truly be as compensatory?
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what was I thinking when I first set out
on this life?
a straight unbroken march to transcendence?
no woeisme here friends
I too gambled on my ignorance
and now knowingly pay out a bucket-load
of breakdown
the wisdom of the defeated in the dark room of my being...
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on this life?
a straight unbroken march to transcendence?
no woeisme here friends
I too gambled on my ignorance
and now knowingly pay out a bucket-load
of breakdown
the wisdom of the defeated in the dark room of my being...
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I do believe God favors the wicked child
while we in our sufferings endure scanty blessings
the wicked run riot with their selfishness
and rarely does anything happen to stop them
but they are merely mortal
and one day their "luck" will run out
but not until so much harm is done
life is not worth anything to anybody?
if God and His angels rejoice that one stray lamb
return to the fold
then what wisdom is that? does the One truly think
gratitude is uppermost in the minds of the evil?
but then if anyone can punish any presumption (including
what I've displayed in this writing) trust the Last Word to fall
even on these privileged evil who think the universe
serves them and them alone
some plan fulfilled and all of us the pawns...
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while we in our sufferings endure scanty blessings
the wicked run riot with their selfishness
and rarely does anything happen to stop them
but they are merely mortal
and one day their "luck" will run out
but not until so much harm is done
life is not worth anything to anybody?
if God and His angels rejoice that one stray lamb
return to the fold
then what wisdom is that? does the One truly think
gratitude is uppermost in the minds of the evil?
but then if anyone can punish any presumption (including
what I've displayed in this writing) trust the Last Word to fall
even on these privileged evil who think the universe
serves them and them alone
some plan fulfilled and all of us the pawns...
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what is it about our tangled lies
of pledges and declarations of love
that take all the good out of everything?
because we all project our ideals
on the mirrors of the faces of our beloved others
rather than truly see ourselves there?
because we're hungry and frightened
ignorance and vicious beyond measure
to protect our insignificant egos?
I'd rather do without love
but that isn't possible since in our Oneness
as creatures of some sacred promise
we all share the burden of enduring hard truth
while defining ourselves in our falsity?
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of pledges and declarations of love
that take all the good out of everything?
because we all project our ideals
on the mirrors of the faces of our beloved others
rather than truly see ourselves there?
because we're hungry and frightened
ignorance and vicious beyond measure
to protect our insignificant egos?
I'd rather do without love
but that isn't possible since in our Oneness
as creatures of some sacred promise
we all share the burden of enduring hard truth
while defining ourselves in our falsity?
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trust your disbelief
adhere to your vacant downfall
and know that out of the abyss
you will rise in fire
like Elijah in his chariot
if that's too arcane for you
imagine one of those glass elevators
climbing the side of some monument to avarice
either way your doom is your rebirth
and your involvement with sin be your salvation
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adhere to your vacant downfall
and know that out of the abyss
you will rise in fire
like Elijah in his chariot
if that's too arcane for you
imagine one of those glass elevators
climbing the side of some monument to avarice
either way your doom is your rebirth
and your involvement with sin be your salvation
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you will not pretend much longer
that your path was some special quest
oh it actually is
but will you know the value in that way?
you will bless the devil
thinks he's nothing but your delusion
but what will be your excuse
when these simple beliefs fall in confusion?
creation and the Laws
have no mercy to expect
you may just find the hard way
you have not been blessed
because you imagined a paradise
that in no way resembles your living...
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that your path was some special quest
oh it actually is
but will you know the value in that way?
you will bless the devil
thinks he's nothing but your delusion
but what will be your excuse
when these simple beliefs fall in confusion?
creation and the Laws
have no mercy to expect
you may just find the hard way
you have not been blessed
because you imagined a paradise
that in no way resembles your living...
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I work for cheats and liars
so do you
every single one of us
know the false is true
we fan their goddamned fires
we get no gratitude
and when the kingdoms of the world fall to dust
these power-mad bosses will take us too
and will their hell be our heaven?
was Blake right after all?
I work for visionaries believing
nothing but their fall
while we rise? to what paradise? while
passion consumes the hungry and peace is cold as ice?
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so do you
every single one of us
know the false is true
we fan their goddamned fires
we get no gratitude
and when the kingdoms of the world fall to dust
these power-mad bosses will take us too
and will their hell be our heaven?
was Blake right after all?
I work for visionaries believing
nothing but their fall
while we rise? to what paradise? while
passion consumes the hungry and peace is cold as ice?
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Monday, August 20, 2012
something new this way does pass
its odor is familiar
and its path resembles others cut by previous demons
yes the essence is eternal but this form is new-born
a fresh harbinger of the next age's complications
I'm glad I won't live to see its majority
I've had it with all its ancestors...let others fret this
something new that this way passes...
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its odor is familiar
and its path resembles others cut by previous demons
yes the essence is eternal but this form is new-born
a fresh harbinger of the next age's complications
I'm glad I won't live to see its majority
I've had it with all its ancestors...let others fret this
something new that this way passes...
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don't be proud of slaying everyone else's dragon but your own
one day you'll fall asleep in your imagined safety
and your dragon's hunger will awaken famished
and while it breaks free into myth and legend
the countryside will wonder "Whatever
happened to that odd twerp?" (heh heh)
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one day you'll fall asleep in your imagined safety
and your dragon's hunger will awaken famished
and while it breaks free into myth and legend
the countryside will wonder "Whatever
happened to that odd twerp?" (heh heh)
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violent fantasy overrules the heart
people's desperation cuts off all possibility
and as the world we've known crumbles around us
so the rage reaches out to rip every strand
that would bind us to a thrown rope of rescue
welcome to the time we've feared
and welcome to the emptiness rising behind it
that will gather all we lost in our passing...
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people's desperation cuts off all possibility
and as the world we've known crumbles around us
so the rage reaches out to rip every strand
that would bind us to a thrown rope of rescue
welcome to the time we've feared
and welcome to the emptiness rising behind it
that will gather all we lost in our passing...
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hopelessness only arises when one stops
to think about one's situation
be given a moment to think things through
and one's given a moment to despair
yes it gets weary yes it seems endless
yes it is nothing one intended it to be
but when one's entire past started a mere instant ago
the door closes behind and the only direction is forward...
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to think about one's situation
be given a moment to think things through
and one's given a moment to despair
yes it gets weary yes it seems endless
yes it is nothing one intended it to be
but when one's entire past started a mere instant ago
the door closes behind and the only direction is forward...
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you have the choice of regretting everything you've ever done
and of accepting the consequences and amend moving on
everything is on us everything is our business
and we can disregard these facts and riot under the sun
or we can savor our memories of lusty earthly living
and say they were emblems of some other times now gone
and settle into the long evening of age
where all our living is alive in one transfixing remembrance
there is your choice
to detach and appreciate
or to attach and die of sins
that have already done their damage
whatever you choose goes forth with you so choose wisely
it is so difficult to know the difference between wanting live and wanting to die...
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and of accepting the consequences and amend moving on
everything is on us everything is our business
and we can disregard these facts and riot under the sun
or we can savor our memories of lusty earthly living
and say they were emblems of some other times now gone
and settle into the long evening of age
where all our living is alive in one transfixing remembrance
there is your choice
to detach and appreciate
or to attach and die of sins
that have already done their damage
whatever you choose goes forth with you so choose wisely
it is so difficult to know the difference between wanting live and wanting to die...
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I feel the movement of demons in the dark
but they are only formication beneath my skin
what lobotomy of mind will spare me from
the ignorance of my fears?
I laugh and spite in the high noon of life
but at night it's regret I find myself in
I feel my own sorrow move in the dark
and within the comfort of tears...
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but they are only formication beneath my skin
what lobotomy of mind will spare me from
the ignorance of my fears?
I laugh and spite in the high noon of life
but at night it's regret I find myself in
I feel my own sorrow move in the dark
and within the comfort of tears...
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oh how deep and oh how scary
the simple sunset seems
with all the torment of your daily living
relived in your incomprehensible dreams
stir in the dead zone of 3 a.m.
as the atmospherics of the dream fade in regret
and face the morning cold and clean
with the images of your vision that you will soon forget
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the simple sunset seems
with all the torment of your daily living
relived in your incomprehensible dreams
stir in the dead zone of 3 a.m.
as the atmospherics of the dream fade in regret
and face the morning cold and clean
with the images of your vision that you will soon forget
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the summer was rooted in cement
everything blocked
everything stopped cold where it stood
and all the wrath of karmic payback
picking our pocket of every last coin of grace
every whit of the price as they say
paid if not gouged
and what is left but knowing
you cannot amends for what you are being punished
done is done as far as that goes
and all you do is tie yourself more tightly to that karma
you make amends and change your ways only going forward
even if your current life's fate
is to be crushed down with every move you make
the god may be unforgiving
may have no pity or mercy for you
and even if you say not my will but Thine
even if I Am That I Am means Things Are As They Are
it is still on you to amend your ways
no matter what is thrown at you
no matter how much your guardian angels
are merely the One's henchmen
and now as the approaching Autumn begins to crack
these solid pavements
where will we find ourselves
cold bones of the passing of our time?
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everything blocked
everything stopped cold where it stood
and all the wrath of karmic payback
picking our pocket of every last coin of grace
every whit of the price as they say
paid if not gouged
and what is left but knowing
you cannot amends for what you are being punished
done is done as far as that goes
and all you do is tie yourself more tightly to that karma
you make amends and change your ways only going forward
even if your current life's fate
is to be crushed down with every move you make
the god may be unforgiving
may have no pity or mercy for you
and even if you say not my will but Thine
even if I Am That I Am means Things Are As They Are
it is still on you to amend your ways
no matter what is thrown at you
no matter how much your guardian angels
are merely the One's henchmen
and now as the approaching Autumn begins to crack
these solid pavements
where will we find ourselves
cold bones of the passing of our time?
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
I gave advice deep from my ignorance
I did not want to offend
so with many prologues and warnings
and general disclaimers
I went ahead and intruded on someone's process
even though they asked me to weigh in
I could've been honest and begged off
explaining I was not up on the topic
and it was really none of my business anyway
(I don't know those involved and how could
I comment on abstractions?)
but instead I opened my mouth to crow
and crow I did as if entire orchards rose and scattered
like dust challenging the clarity of a view
that streamed on my voice
when I was done
they looked at me for a second too long
then being offended
I spoke from my vanity to pardon myself
while my shame painted my insides red
that's the last time they'll ask me anything of import
while it may not be the last time I play the dunce...
my advice to myself?..."miss no opportunity to close your mouth"
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I did not want to offend
so with many prologues and warnings
and general disclaimers
I went ahead and intruded on someone's process
even though they asked me to weigh in
I could've been honest and begged off
explaining I was not up on the topic
and it was really none of my business anyway
(I don't know those involved and how could
I comment on abstractions?)
but instead I opened my mouth to crow
and crow I did as if entire orchards rose and scattered
like dust challenging the clarity of a view
that streamed on my voice
when I was done
they looked at me for a second too long
then being offended
I spoke from my vanity to pardon myself
while my shame painted my insides red
that's the last time they'll ask me anything of import
while it may not be the last time I play the dunce...
my advice to myself?..."miss no opportunity to close your mouth"
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...couldn't leave well enough alone
couldn't not meddle
hadda peek in the cookie jar
hadda look deep in the closet
wouldn't stop 'til I found the hidden gift
wouldn't stop 'til I knew it was the one I wanted
years later I held it on my lap
it was beastly heavy and I had trouble grasping it
doesn't matter what it is
it was what I wanted and once I had it
I was bereft of any enjoyment
I regretted getting the thing
children ransack attics and basements and I wonder
what they'll end up doing with this...little as I know what to do myself...
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couldn't not meddle
hadda peek in the cookie jar
hadda look deep in the closet
wouldn't stop 'til I found the hidden gift
wouldn't stop 'til I knew it was the one I wanted
years later I held it on my lap
it was beastly heavy and I had trouble grasping it
doesn't matter what it is
it was what I wanted and once I had it
I was bereft of any enjoyment
I regretted getting the thing
children ransack attics and basements and I wonder
what they'll end up doing with this...little as I know what to do myself...
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I don't know when I'll go absolutely silent
I may finish typing this out
and find myself with absolutely
nothing left to say
and would that be a bad thing
if nothing I've ever said matters?
for those that found something useful in my rants
may they serve you better than they served me...
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I may finish typing this out
and find myself with absolutely
nothing left to say
and would that be a bad thing
if nothing I've ever said matters?
for those that found something useful in my rants
may they serve you better than they served me...
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is this the end you envisioned for yourself?
broken down in your circumstance
with every dream mocking you as they swirl around
the inside of your limited skull?
you cannot envision your end
(until your a grade-A shaman
and can completely comprehend
the visions that attend your physical fading...)
whether you die on satin sheets
or pass out for a final time in a dirty alleyway
death is still death
and your lifetime's load is still what you lug with you
when you join with some aether
that accepts or rejects according to your own lights...
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broken down in your circumstance
with every dream mocking you as they swirl around
the inside of your limited skull?
you cannot envision your end
(until your a grade-A shaman
and can completely comprehend
the visions that attend your physical fading...)
whether you die on satin sheets
or pass out for a final time in a dirty alleyway
death is still death
and your lifetime's load is still what you lug with you
when you join with some aether
that accepts or rejects according to your own lights...
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Friday, August 17, 2012
slowly we die
by the doctor's misdiagnosis
all doctors vainglorious
who imagine themselves gods
these chimpanzees
with Cracker Jack prize diplomas
diplomates of dimwittedness
who couldn't diagnose a headache
without further tests
slowly we die
by their studied stupidity
and the money generating world
that is the milieu of their daily work
that feeds on our misery like vultures...
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by the doctor's misdiagnosis
all doctors vainglorious
who imagine themselves gods
these chimpanzees
with Cracker Jack prize diplomas
diplomates of dimwittedness
who couldn't diagnose a headache
without further tests
slowly we die
by their studied stupidity
and the money generating world
that is the milieu of their daily work
that feeds on our misery like vultures...
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here under the dark of the moon
the past breaks apart
the end of one cycle
rolls over to a beginning
and the whole damn thing
starts over again
our loves wiped clean
and our strengths sorely tried
in a few long minutes
the moon will turn new
and purged of ourselves
we'll still be who we are
that never changes
that's of no help
we'll feel in our blood
the shift of the phase
and only our consciousness
wild and depraved
will come to grief
will be our baggage
going forward into the now
that does not forgive
going forward into ourselves
and our enigmatic choice
to accept our breakage
or to forge a new alloy of heart and mind
to greet a new moon
that will soon turn old...
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the past breaks apart
the end of one cycle
rolls over to a beginning
and the whole damn thing
starts over again
our loves wiped clean
and our strengths sorely tried
in a few long minutes
the moon will turn new
and purged of ourselves
we'll still be who we are
that never changes
that's of no help
we'll feel in our blood
the shift of the phase
and only our consciousness
wild and depraved
will come to grief
will be our baggage
going forward into the now
that does not forgive
going forward into ourselves
and our enigmatic choice
to accept our breakage
or to forge a new alloy of heart and mind
to greet a new moon
that will soon turn old...
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
amazing to be living at this supernal time
of terrors and revelations
and all most of us can do is cling
to old shameful habits of bigotry
and hubris as if we could stay
the advance of the denouncement
and contain all awareness to an old system
of presumption and insecurity
even with a New Age at hand
the world itself won't be different at all
believers will still believe and
deceivers will still deceive
only the social fabric will be a new swath of chintz
and the rewards a heightened awareness of shame
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of terrors and revelations
and all most of us can do is cling
to old shameful habits of bigotry
and hubris as if we could stay
the advance of the denouncement
and contain all awareness to an old system
of presumption and insecurity
even with a New Age at hand
the world itself won't be different at all
believers will still believe and
deceivers will still deceive
only the social fabric will be a new swath of chintz
and the rewards a heightened awareness of shame
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no one knows what the Plan really is
we are watched over by forces we cannot comprehend
and they say nothing as we make our moves
that come out right or turn out all wrong
yet shape our consequence like clay
assumes the casket's form and we lie
with further delusion of bewilderment barely aware
we do not know what the Plan really is...
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we are watched over by forces we cannot comprehend
and they say nothing as we make our moves
that come out right or turn out all wrong
yet shape our consequence like clay
assumes the casket's form and we lie
with further delusion of bewilderment barely aware
we do not know what the Plan really is...
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how sad to watch the ones you love
go away from you
to see them disappear from the earth
or turn into strangers to you
and new friends will resemble them
our patterns remain the same
like begets like and like it or not
how sad to see it all come again...
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go away from you
to see them disappear from the earth
or turn into strangers to you
and new friends will resemble them
our patterns remain the same
like begets like and like it or not
how sad to see it all come again...
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so she talks over whatever you're saying
not really wanting to hear...
frightened in her skin
and ungracious as any provincial
uncomfortable in her skin
in any situation she cannot control
she will claim rudeness as a right
and a privilege of the imperious
oh pity her when real disaster
chips away at her world
and she cannot order the table correctly
and she disappoints her equally deluded betters
there is nothing to say of such a one
and so much the better for those who aren't involved...
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not really wanting to hear...
frightened in her skin
and ungracious as any provincial
uncomfortable in her skin
in any situation she cannot control
she will claim rudeness as a right
and a privilege of the imperious
oh pity her when real disaster
chips away at her world
and she cannot order the table correctly
and she disappoints her equally deluded betters
there is nothing to say of such a one
and so much the better for those who aren't involved...
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any devil will screw himself
his is not to tempt us into some imaginary hell
but to lead us to a salvation
of simple love
that only the complex evil of devious minds
could not overturn
being content with dragging the weak into
self-reflections leaving all screwed and bewildered
laugh at this devil
he will shrivel from sight
laugh at yourself
you'll know your place
it does take great rectitude to resist evil
any devil will screw himself
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his is not to tempt us into some imaginary hell
but to lead us to a salvation
of simple love
that only the complex evil of devious minds
could not overturn
being content with dragging the weak into
self-reflections leaving all screwed and bewildered
laugh at this devil
he will shrivel from sight
laugh at yourself
you'll know your place
it does take great rectitude to resist evil
any devil will screw himself
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012
playing out a string
exhausting a line of thought
is bound at some point
to lead to diminishing returns
but who is wise and strong enough
to keep silent?
who dares walk the wilderness
without the accustomed crutches?
I quiver with everyone else
when a large winged shadow sweeps the ground
and when it's gone I also come out to play
happy and grateful it wasn't my turn yet to go
but knowing someday it will be
I savor the silence and exalt the finish of these thoughts...
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exhausting a line of thought
is bound at some point
to lead to diminishing returns
but who is wise and strong enough
to keep silent?
who dares walk the wilderness
without the accustomed crutches?
I quiver with everyone else
when a large winged shadow sweeps the ground
and when it's gone I also come out to play
happy and grateful it wasn't my turn yet to go
but knowing someday it will be
I savor the silence and exalt the finish of these thoughts...
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it's way too hot to crave this body
want this possession
desire this outcome
the swampy air is a great leveler
and the challenge to summer
to persist in engendering this growth
while we're weighed down with all we've got
and it's (all together now) way too hot...
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want this possession
desire this outcome
the swampy air is a great leveler
and the challenge to summer
to persist in engendering this growth
while we're weighed down with all we've got
and it's (all together now) way too hot...
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the mundane world is such a comfort
and guards us from the full heat of the forge
after all the sky can't always be blazing away
with the visionary eye burning out on the splendor
the wild and self-loathing may go blind
on theatrics and hallucinations
but who mans the molten flux of process
sees them and in pity sends in those would assist
bedding down bandaged
in the mundane world that is the only place
where to heal or to wait...
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and guards us from the full heat of the forge
after all the sky can't always be blazing away
with the visionary eye burning out on the splendor
the wild and self-loathing may go blind
on theatrics and hallucinations
but who mans the molten flux of process
sees them and in pity sends in those would assist
bedding down bandaged
in the mundane world that is the only place
where to heal or to wait...
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funny how the facts are considered obstacles
and a realistic appraisal of life is considered negativity
the human heart may find it hard
to accept the idea of a universe without purpose
but who says that's so?
the purpose may be beyond mortal comprehension
too vast for any to ascertain
and the fact will be bourn out in a Reality beyond our scope...
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and a realistic appraisal of life is considered negativity
the human heart may find it hard
to accept the idea of a universe without purpose
but who says that's so?
the purpose may be beyond mortal comprehension
too vast for any to ascertain
and the fact will be bourn out in a Reality beyond our scope...
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Monday, August 13, 2012
God's Plan is too vast and heartless
for us to concern ourselves with it any longer...
if love and forgiveness never satisfy the One's vengeance
then let Him rage on His power-crazed throne
we will concern ourselves will mercy and grace
we will do what's right as best we can
and do it for love of all our souls
and not some petulant reward of life or death
let God and all power concepts be gone
we've suffered enough of their delusional existence
if the belly aches feed it
if the heart aches salve it with grace
if nothing we do matters then it doesn't matter what we do
better to do right and live than thrist for dominance and die parched...
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for us to concern ourselves with it any longer...
if love and forgiveness never satisfy the One's vengeance
then let Him rage on His power-crazed throne
we will concern ourselves will mercy and grace
we will do what's right as best we can
and do it for love of all our souls
and not some petulant reward of life or death
let God and all power concepts be gone
we've suffered enough of their delusional existence
if the belly aches feed it
if the heart aches salve it with grace
if nothing we do matters then it doesn't matter what we do
better to do right and live than thrist for dominance and die parched...
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who wishes to please you wish to please themselves
well let it be so...
wouldn't you tell a slight fib of well-being
to one whose hope is all gone?
wouldn't you want your passage eased
as you slid out of the wreck of your lifetime?
none of us may deserve it but we are all entitled some comfort
this is not God's business but our own...
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well let it be so...
wouldn't you tell a slight fib of well-being
to one whose hope is all gone?
wouldn't you want your passage eased
as you slid out of the wreck of your lifetime?
none of us may deserve it but we are all entitled some comfort
this is not God's business but our own...
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were all the prophets delusional?
it's one thing to aim for what is beyond our understanding
and another to think your faith alone could make mountains dance
turn to the god who you think will save you
that One that will leave you hanging by your own thread
while you viciously pray to that Ineffable
(with images of a stake driven into the Sacred Heart)
as if anyone but yourself could save you...
be your own prophet
describe your own arc intersecting your time
and divine intervention incoming
then follow your exhortations to the end of your life
and if you didn't get it right so what? you are not God
your only job was to clear your throat and sing words beyond all delusion...
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it's one thing to aim for what is beyond our understanding
and another to think your faith alone could make mountains dance
turn to the god who you think will save you
that One that will leave you hanging by your own thread
while you viciously pray to that Ineffable
(with images of a stake driven into the Sacred Heart)
as if anyone but yourself could save you...
be your own prophet
describe your own arc intersecting your time
and divine intervention incoming
then follow your exhortations to the end of your life
and if you didn't get it right so what? you are not God
your only job was to clear your throat and sing words beyond all delusion...
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no wonder people think I'm odd...
I laugh while they cry
I see light where they see darkness
and when they are thrust into that unknown zone
they snap back (if they're fortunate)
and assume the familiar old paradigm
of killing the messenger
of hounding me farther into the desert outside their comfort...
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I laugh while they cry
I see light where they see darkness
and when they are thrust into that unknown zone
they snap back (if they're fortunate)
and assume the familiar old paradigm
of killing the messenger
of hounding me farther into the desert outside their comfort...
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I think it's hilarious
that the eye of the raging storm
is the most peaceful place to be
a cradle of calm
in which you lie
looking up at the walls of whirling chaos
surrounding the suspension of hope and despair
that every turn of process holds in balance
and that passes for the field of grace
that gives us our out
should we know enough to seize it...
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that the eye of the raging storm
is the most peaceful place to be
a cradle of calm
in which you lie
looking up at the walls of whirling chaos
surrounding the suspension of hope and despair
that every turn of process holds in balance
and that passes for the field of grace
that gives us our out
should we know enough to seize it...
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
people need a weakling to disrespect
until the weakling wises up and builds strength
and walks free letting the disdain slide
which in turn invites people's hatred
it's never too late
to kiss off people
just don't be there and let them wonder
what to do with their own blades
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until the weakling wises up and builds strength
and walks free letting the disdain slide
which in turn invites people's hatred
it's never too late
to kiss off people
just don't be there and let them wonder
what to do with their own blades
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people cannot understand why I lean on building walls
and stare with glazed eyes at some eyes at some middle distance in the air
oh he must be stewed or pussy-whipped or shell-shocked
and walk away in their smug ignorance not know how fortunate they are
I wanted to peel back the sky and have mind-blowing visions
and I did and now live in the remnants of my personality
each tiny gesture from someone to me overpacked with sensations
that only set in motion the opening of some portal in my own sky
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and stare with glazed eyes at some eyes at some middle distance in the air
oh he must be stewed or pussy-whipped or shell-shocked
and walk away in their smug ignorance not know how fortunate they are
I wanted to peel back the sky and have mind-blowing visions
and I did and now live in the remnants of my personality
each tiny gesture from someone to me overpacked with sensations
that only set in motion the opening of some portal in my own sky
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I jerked off over the Virgin
and Isis and Lilith
and all the other names
of feminine principles that are one pole
of the string our guts adorn
but why me? the age-old question
of the ignorant chosen one
who stumbles through hell after hell
for what divine fulfillment?
for what resolution of what infinite purpose?
it is not our to ask
but only to suffer accordingly
for the One whose love goes no further than
what instrumental value we have and
what crazed aspiration we tarnish in our blasphemous raving?
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and Isis and Lilith
and all the other names
of feminine principles that are one pole
of the string our guts adorn
but why me? the age-old question
of the ignorant chosen one
who stumbles through hell after hell
for what divine fulfillment?
for what resolution of what infinite purpose?
it is not our to ask
but only to suffer accordingly
for the One whose love goes no further than
what instrumental value we have and
what crazed aspiration we tarnish in our blasphemous raving?
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fire climbs the inside of my skull
a cacophony of demons block out earthly sound
I stumbled past signposts
of a language I didn't know
but the facts of hell discount such blundering
you're responsible for your fall
and while the god weeps but stands paralyzed
I'm reduced to nothing as He watches me fall
thank you of saving One
thank you for your love
it did nothing for me
but deliver me to my perdition
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a cacophony of demons block out earthly sound
I stumbled past signposts
of a language I didn't know
but the facts of hell discount such blundering
you're responsible for your fall
and while the god weeps but stands paralyzed
I'm reduced to nothing as He watches me fall
thank you of saving One
thank you for your love
it did nothing for me
but deliver me to my perdition
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I've spanned the gamut of my awareness today
and still I'm at this computer typing
these spontaneous outbursts of realization
and when I'm gone
this stuff will either be remembered
and recorded or go down with the grid
with greater achievements than mine into the hole
and that pushes me beyond my awareness today
the rest a blank to be filled or not...
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and still I'm at this computer typing
these spontaneous outbursts of realization
and when I'm gone
this stuff will either be remembered
and recorded or go down with the grid
with greater achievements than mine into the hole
and that pushes me beyond my awareness today
the rest a blank to be filled or not...
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I thought I had had enough
but what did I know?
my faith was a child's prayer
for more toys and
for mommy and daddy to live forever
well they do and I will
(the toys don't interest me)
but oh the shit we endure to get to that so-called paradise...
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but what did I know?
my faith was a child's prayer
for more toys and
for mommy and daddy to live forever
well they do and I will
(the toys don't interest me)
but oh the shit we endure to get to that so-called paradise...
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there is no release until death
so play your hand while you may
the rest of us will be at the bar
drowning sorrows
and remembering ecstasies
and mocking you with each turn of the card
how tritely and pitifully common
how merely and very human...
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so play your hand while you may
the rest of us will be at the bar
drowning sorrows
and remembering ecstasies
and mocking you with each turn of the card
how tritely and pitifully common
how merely and very human...
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there's nothing I can say
to convince you
you're your own worst enemy
why is it my business?
because we are all One
and when you imbeciles act up
it drags the rest of us back
support your bigoted social standards
vote for the tyrant
who'll kick you to the curb down the line
go on thinking your entitled to your foul opinion
you'll be the death of the rest of us
and that's just fine with you
each a king a god in his own feeble mind...
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to convince you
you're your own worst enemy
why is it my business?
because we are all One
and when you imbeciles act up
it drags the rest of us back
support your bigoted social standards
vote for the tyrant
who'll kick you to the curb down the line
go on thinking your entitled to your foul opinion
you'll be the death of the rest of us
and that's just fine with you
each a king a god in his own feeble mind...
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how quickly the summer goes
already the shadows lean long on the street
and little yellow leaves
begin to fleck the concrete
and years that once took years to transpire
now play out in a single long month
oh how quickly everything goes
pause for just a second and the whole week is shot...
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already the shadows lean long on the street
and little yellow leaves
begin to fleck the concrete
and years that once took years to transpire
now play out in a single long month
oh how quickly everything goes
pause for just a second and the whole week is shot...
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it only takes a song remembered
to be transported back through a rift in time
to the past
The Band "The Moon Struck One"
on a mild late night summer porch
with a waning gibbous moon
slipping through random bars of cloud
waiting for my father to get home
from his second of three jobs
his life was broken upon
to sustain us
or Stories "I'm Coming Home"
just play that and I'm 19
in the cool late summer/early autumn
pining for some sweet pretty little things
I can no longer distinguish between
but whoever they were
they really fired me sweetly up
or "Born To Run" in the waning summer
of a troubled year in young adulthood
where who I wanted would have none of it
and the usual rites of booze and pot passage
were observed with the strictest adherence
to a sensitive Beat-fueled vision of art and love
as one single creative thing
it only takes a song to remind you
you've never been anywhere else but here
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to be transported back through a rift in time
to the past
The Band "The Moon Struck One"
on a mild late night summer porch
with a waning gibbous moon
slipping through random bars of cloud
waiting for my father to get home
from his second of three jobs
his life was broken upon
to sustain us
or Stories "I'm Coming Home"
just play that and I'm 19
in the cool late summer/early autumn
pining for some sweet pretty little things
I can no longer distinguish between
but whoever they were
they really fired me sweetly up
or "Born To Run" in the waning summer
of a troubled year in young adulthood
where who I wanted would have none of it
and the usual rites of booze and pot passage
were observed with the strictest adherence
to a sensitive Beat-fueled vision of art and love
as one single creative thing
it only takes a song to remind you
you've never been anywhere else but here
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as long as people kill to possess
an earth where there is room for everyone
it is in the earth they'll stay
flesh mind and soul consumed
into the Unmanifest
as if they'd never existed at all...
so expect no change in anything since so many
believe that's the case anyhow...
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an earth where there is room for everyone
it is in the earth they'll stay
flesh mind and soul consumed
into the Unmanifest
as if they'd never existed at all...
so expect no change in anything since so many
believe that's the case anyhow...
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back to business
shovel the crap
toss it on the roadside
take the rap
the boss man tans
your ass with his whip
every time you fire
from the hip
he don't wanna hear it
he don't wanna know
just climb that pile
or be buried below
find your strength
in all your anger
think how you'll hang him
like a coat on a hanger
back to business
you become unstuck
by hoping to throw him
'neath the wheels of a truck
then a new one rises to power
he'll show you all fine
how to make a silk purse
from that swine
back to business
the new boss's solution
is to forget all
about revolution
and you'll
still be shoveling crap
tossing it aside
taking the rap...
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shovel the crap
toss it on the roadside
take the rap
the boss man tans
your ass with his whip
every time you fire
from the hip
he don't wanna hear it
he don't wanna know
just climb that pile
or be buried below
find your strength
in all your anger
think how you'll hang him
like a coat on a hanger
back to business
you become unstuck
by hoping to throw him
'neath the wheels of a truck
then a new one rises to power
he'll show you all fine
how to make a silk purse
from that swine
back to business
the new boss's solution
is to forget all
about revolution
and you'll
still be shoveling crap
tossing it aside
taking the rap...
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I had a vision
of people walking around
smiling and
tearing up their money
while rows of wispy clouds
zerba-striped the blue sky
the Sun illuminating them
like bars of gold
soon as the moment passed
the vision faded
I checked my pockets
my money was still there
and no one smiled
under the ordinary ribbed sky
for an instant
I was free
to peek through
the bars of my flesh cell
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of people walking around
smiling and
tearing up their money
while rows of wispy clouds
zerba-striped the blue sky
the Sun illuminating them
like bars of gold
soon as the moment passed
the vision faded
I checked my pockets
my money was still there
and no one smiled
under the ordinary ribbed sky
for an instant
I was free
to peek through
the bars of my flesh cell
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
to the whores who worship and lust for men of worldly power
I say I can't wait to see you
hooking on the street after your little extortions fail
and the man you toppled will make a comeback
after enough time goes by
and you'll still be trying to sell your common tale (pun?)
to the bottom-feeders like you for whom
exploitation is a way of life...yeah... the kingdoms of the world alright...
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I say I can't wait to see you
hooking on the street after your little extortions fail
and the man you toppled will make a comeback
after enough time goes by
and you'll still be trying to sell your common tale (pun?)
to the bottom-feeders like you for whom
exploitation is a way of life...yeah... the kingdoms of the world alright...
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I almost fainted when I saw my electric bill
the power company smiles when the summer is extra hot and humid
they have us by the nuts and never stop squeezing
and we say o.k. I'll give up some hooch some dinners
at the pretentious diner and pay the blood money
the air conditioners hum continuously
but sometimes it feels as if the universe itself were on the side
of the evil and the unforgiving greedy...
(if God's a Republican, we might as well go to hell...)
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the power company smiles when the summer is extra hot and humid
they have us by the nuts and never stop squeezing
and we say o.k. I'll give up some hooch some dinners
at the pretentious diner and pay the blood money
the air conditioners hum continuously
but sometimes it feels as if the universe itself were on the side
of the evil and the unforgiving greedy...
(if God's a Republican, we might as well go to hell...)
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c'mon keep up
the flood waters are rising
the super volcanoes are beginning to rumble
and people still act as if it's just another day
in a lifetime full of 'another days'
where the earthbound continue their sad games
while the universe rearranges everything beyond their world
and delivers them carnage they'll never imagine
c'mon keep up
let's run like hell
even if we can't outrun apocalypse
at least we're running...
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the flood waters are rising
the super volcanoes are beginning to rumble
and people still act as if it's just another day
in a lifetime full of 'another days'
where the earthbound continue their sad games
while the universe rearranges everything beyond their world
and delivers them carnage they'll never imagine
c'mon keep up
let's run like hell
even if we can't outrun apocalypse
at least we're running...
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well you've chosen your path...now what?
run along it gayly strewing flowers only you can see?
trudge mud up the hill in the rainy season?
beat the shit out of anyone who glances in your general direction?
sit beside the disconsolate in suffering compassion?
and every good intention that faces its inevitable hard trial
will you abandon it and curse the universe
for not shining your shoes to your satisfaction?
even when we do right the going is so tough
what have we to do but even regret having to choose a path?
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run along it gayly strewing flowers only you can see?
trudge mud up the hill in the rainy season?
beat the shit out of anyone who glances in your general direction?
sit beside the disconsolate in suffering compassion?
and every good intention that faces its inevitable hard trial
will you abandon it and curse the universe
for not shining your shoes to your satisfaction?
even when we do right the going is so tough
what have we to do but even regret having to choose a path?
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run-of-the-mill sodden visionary
stares up from his puddle of scorn
and berates the universe
for letting him sink into his habits
how many such fools litter creation
blaming everyone but themselves
for their wrong-headed salvation
and the wrong end of their aspiration...
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stares up from his puddle of scorn
and berates the universe
for letting him sink into his habits
how many such fools litter creation
blaming everyone but themselves
for their wrong-headed salvation
and the wrong end of their aspiration...
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everything's upended
everything's uprooted
and not a single belief sustains
in the overturning of our old paradigm
so break every promise you made
the conditions no longer justify
everything's shot to hell
and let your joy be trying not to join that...
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everything's uprooted
and not a single belief sustains
in the overturning of our old paradigm
so break every promise you made
the conditions no longer justify
everything's shot to hell
and let your joy be trying not to join that...
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well now you're alone
truly alone
what are you going to do with it?
no forgiveness or mercy in God
no love or kindness in his intractably disgusting creation
what are you going to do with that?
since we're all hell-bound then take my advice
(it's as cold and easy and ignorant as anyone else's)
enjoy your pitiful time
be drunk ceaselessly as Bauderlaire commanded
eat mushrooms and have disrupted visions
and consumed in embraces and fluids the sweet bodies you crave
have a ball have a blast
make your eternity last and last...
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truly alone
what are you going to do with it?
no forgiveness or mercy in God
no love or kindness in his intractably disgusting creation
what are you going to do with that?
since we're all hell-bound then take my advice
(it's as cold and easy and ignorant as anyone else's)
enjoy your pitiful time
be drunk ceaselessly as Bauderlaire commanded
eat mushrooms and have disrupted visions
and consumed in embraces and fluids the sweet bodies you crave
have a ball have a blast
make your eternity last and last...
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a bag full of quarters
a purse full of dimes
will get you a parking space
only in this world
curse God all you want
tell Him He's a vicious unforgiving scumbag
but He is King...He will not be mocked...
and no matter what what contrition show
no matter how many lessons you've learned
no matter how much love and grace and mercy
and forgiveness you show
it won't matter
God doesn't care about what he has preached
He will not be mocked
and He'll make you suffer to no end and no relief
a bag full of quarters
a purse full of dimes
will buy you this hard knowledge
and you'll ever wonder why you tried...
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a purse full of dimes
will get you a parking space
only in this world
curse God all you want
tell Him He's a vicious unforgiving scumbag
but He is King...He will not be mocked...
and no matter what what contrition show
no matter how many lessons you've learned
no matter how much love and grace and mercy
and forgiveness you show
it won't matter
God doesn't care about what he has preached
He will not be mocked
and He'll make you suffer to no end and no relief
a bag full of quarters
a purse full of dimes
will buy you this hard knowledge
and you'll ever wonder why you tried...
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"How Beautiful it is
To do nothing...
and to rest afterward..."
--Spanish Proverb
ah how my Latin brothers and sisters understand...
(I'm Italian...Second instead of Third World
but it is all one isn't it?)
there's such a sense of freedom and joy
in being done...
even if it is the defeat of a lifetime
and your last card is played
and you wind up with aces and eights
even if you lived quietly and neighborly
and did nothing more to impress the World's eyes
but do good quiet deeds and dismiss
any notion of reward
when you're done
you don't have to try so hard
when you're done
you reaped the full load of gain or loss
that is your lot
and for whatever afterward
your measly prayers appeal
the reality is already set
and you'll find your apotheosis in your fall
but oh merciful One
what peace and what joy
when you are finally undone
then will your wistful acceptance
receive the gifts it could not imagine
before...
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To do nothing...
and to rest afterward..."
--Spanish Proverb
ah how my Latin brothers and sisters understand...
(I'm Italian...Second instead of Third World
but it is all one isn't it?)
there's such a sense of freedom and joy
in being done...
even if it is the defeat of a lifetime
and your last card is played
and you wind up with aces and eights
even if you lived quietly and neighborly
and did nothing more to impress the World's eyes
but do good quiet deeds and dismiss
any notion of reward
when you're done
you don't have to try so hard
when you're done
you reaped the full load of gain or loss
that is your lot
and for whatever afterward
your measly prayers appeal
the reality is already set
and you'll find your apotheosis in your fall
but oh merciful One
what peace and what joy
when you are finally undone
then will your wistful acceptance
receive the gifts it could not imagine
before...
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Friday, August 10, 2012
it is in my nature to keeping pressing on
even if the air won't part and let me through
futile for getting anywhere
but not for strengthening the muscles until they shred
it is in my nature to not understand
the meaning of stillness and peace
when such instants happen when I'm exhausted
and my numbness is my imagined zen purge
it is in my nature to be unnatural
type A titivation hiding in type B lassitude
and wondering why my happiness is contingent
on disappointment...the excuse for failure
as it is my nature to imagine all that is
lost around the edge of my focus...
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even if the air won't part and let me through
futile for getting anywhere
but not for strengthening the muscles until they shred
it is in my nature to not understand
the meaning of stillness and peace
when such instants happen when I'm exhausted
and my numbness is my imagined zen purge
it is in my nature to be unnatural
type A titivation hiding in type B lassitude
and wondering why my happiness is contingent
on disappointment...the excuse for failure
as it is my nature to imagine all that is
lost around the edge of my focus...
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these forms we possess are one-shot deals
tailored to our time and the place we inhabit
in these particular skins
these aggregations of molecules and life force
these particular manifestations of our time in this place
that add to our lengthening list of identities
that at some point will add up to the total sum
of all the lives we've endured
oh tell the tales of woe and wonder
that each sojourn engendered in its progress
the details exciting sobering thought-provoking
but the Essence ever the only constant
by which our beings are weighed and measured
all pure weight awarded and each thumb on the scale discounted
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tailored to our time and the place we inhabit
in these particular skins
these aggregations of molecules and life force
these particular manifestations of our time in this place
that add to our lengthening list of identities
that at some point will add up to the total sum
of all the lives we've endured
oh tell the tales of woe and wonder
that each sojourn engendered in its progress
the details exciting sobering thought-provoking
but the Essence ever the only constant
by which our beings are weighed and measured
all pure weight awarded and each thumb on the scale discounted
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in any new dispensation
our moorings are torn
from the beds of sands beneath ageless seas
and we are adrift in a flux
that shattered generation after generation
of empire and custom and limits of consciousness
only the mercy of a god could contain
or the mercy of our blessed smallness...
grains of sand taking flight with each gust
to settle in new arrangements of some pliant landscape
the dust and dirt as old as creation itself
the energy itself there from the start
but the arrangements of matter as unstable as mere thought
in the same as ever dispensation...
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our moorings are torn
from the beds of sands beneath ageless seas
and we are adrift in a flux
that shattered generation after generation
of empire and custom and limits of consciousness
only the mercy of a god could contain
or the mercy of our blessed smallness...
grains of sand taking flight with each gust
to settle in new arrangements of some pliant landscape
the dust and dirt as old as creation itself
the energy itself there from the start
but the arrangements of matter as unstable as mere thought
in the same as ever dispensation...
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the view has always been wider and deeper
than any human eye could see...
now the light of realities gone before Man came to earth
reaches our shabby polished lens...
what will make us blink now?
what reality that has always been
will make our heads throb
and our spirits reel?
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than any human eye could see...
now the light of realities gone before Man came to earth
reaches our shabby polished lens...
what will make us blink now?
what reality that has always been
will make our heads throb
and our spirits reel?
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now we aim to see if Mars can be
habitable for an Earth colony
(just in case we need a fall back for the race
and sadly it looks like we might...)
what will that mean for astrology?
astrology has..of necessity...been an earthbound
activity...we could not see the star's and planets relations from any other view...
but if a Martian astrology arose
what would the implications be?
heliographic study...the Sun and a back drop of fixed stars?
what would an occultation of Venus and the Sun be then?
what would an eclipse mean with two Martian moons?
what would happen to the colony
during an Earth retrograde?
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habitable for an Earth colony
(just in case we need a fall back for the race
and sadly it looks like we might...)
what will that mean for astrology?
astrology has..of necessity...been an earthbound
activity...we could not see the star's and planets relations from any other view...
but if a Martian astrology arose
what would the implications be?
heliographic study...the Sun and a back drop of fixed stars?
what would an occultation of Venus and the Sun be then?
what would an eclipse mean with two Martian moons?
what would happen to the colony
during an Earth retrograde?
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
enough of these mocking metaphysics
pat as a feel-good speech on being positive
better you learn to get real and feel in tune
with all the chaos your attention will focus into order
any order is a start...if you don't quite get it
at least a start will be made that can be corrected
going forward as the new mantra puts it...
funny all these catch-phrases to candy-coat
the necessity of doing what we must...
how far we are from the original flush
of meaning and intention
how far we are from simple Actuality...
what's to come has already been
and we're always in the thick of it...
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pat as a feel-good speech on being positive
better you learn to get real and feel in tune
with all the chaos your attention will focus into order
any order is a start...if you don't quite get it
at least a start will be made that can be corrected
going forward as the new mantra puts it...
funny all these catch-phrases to candy-coat
the necessity of doing what we must...
how far we are from the original flush
of meaning and intention
how far we are from simple Actuality...
what's to come has already been
and we're always in the thick of it...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
why are you so anxious to go?
you've already arrived
and only need release your white-knuckle grip
and open your glue-trapped eyelids
to see that it is so...
it may be true this is nowhere
but when you get it you see
you can be anywhere
and that anywhere is everywhere you are...
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you've already arrived
and only need release your white-knuckle grip
and open your glue-trapped eyelids
to see that it is so...
it may be true this is nowhere
but when you get it you see
you can be anywhere
and that anywhere is everywhere you are...
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
this way through the wreck of the world
is not the door for which I was looking
but it is the one that opened for me
and the only one through which I can pass
so I walk on and enter and as the door closes behind me
all ahead looks like what I left yet it's different
it is the fresh path on which I'll cut my feet
it is the new view that will see in rocks in a different light...
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is not the door for which I was looking
but it is the one that opened for me
and the only one through which I can pass
so I walk on and enter and as the door closes behind me
all ahead looks like what I left yet it's different
it is the fresh path on which I'll cut my feet
it is the new view that will see in rocks in a different light...
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preparation is everything
you do not walk into a crowd
and spontaneously combust with vision and insight
as if you were a conduit of divine fire
blazing the inner eye with its truth
slow and steady as with all else in life
delivers you to the quiet of contemplation
preparation for the compassion we all evade
until it catches us in our proud fall
and realization is everything...
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you do not walk into a crowd
and spontaneously combust with vision and insight
as if you were a conduit of divine fire
blazing the inner eye with its truth
slow and steady as with all else in life
delivers you to the quiet of contemplation
preparation for the compassion we all evade
until it catches us in our proud fall
and realization is everything...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
we're all such visionaries
sending our minds into the stars
and trying to dwell there
with our feet still on the ground
forget it
you have to leave the ground to get there
and no matter how advanced
your mind is
(or you think your mind is)
you're still in a body
subject to all the ache and woe
to which bodies are heir
and of which visionaries despair
if their illumination proves false...
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sending our minds into the stars
and trying to dwell there
with our feet still on the ground
forget it
you have to leave the ground to get there
and no matter how advanced
your mind is
(or you think your mind is)
you're still in a body
subject to all the ache and woe
to which bodies are heir
and of which visionaries despair
if their illumination proves false...
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my thought broke
in the middle of my formulating it
perhaps it was something important
more likely it was not
but more thought comes in an instant
and it is equally fragile
and any thought will lead to any road
since all roads have one destination
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in the middle of my formulating it
perhaps it was something important
more likely it was not
but more thought comes in an instant
and it is equally fragile
and any thought will lead to any road
since all roads have one destination
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