skip to main
|
skip to sidebar
phil milito day blog
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
no one will take your choices away
unless that is your choice...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Followers
Blog Archive
►
2016
(405)
►
June
(18)
►
May
(63)
►
April
(72)
►
March
(74)
►
February
(115)
►
January
(63)
►
2015
(1147)
►
December
(71)
►
November
(123)
►
October
(73)
►
September
(129)
►
August
(135)
►
July
(78)
►
June
(79)
►
May
(68)
►
April
(117)
►
March
(105)
►
February
(63)
►
January
(106)
►
2014
(1229)
►
December
(85)
►
November
(82)
►
October
(99)
►
September
(135)
►
August
(95)
►
July
(109)
►
June
(84)
►
May
(72)
►
April
(81)
►
March
(126)
►
February
(114)
►
January
(147)
►
2013
(1033)
►
December
(162)
►
November
(89)
►
October
(90)
►
September
(118)
►
August
(81)
►
July
(63)
►
June
(36)
►
May
(54)
►
April
(76)
►
March
(86)
►
February
(87)
►
January
(91)
▼
2012
(1464)
►
December
(178)
►
November
(143)
►
October
(103)
▼
September
(101)
at any moment we can be called away from our live...
Ever the mistaken love…swept into the reality of t...
in decay is ultimate freedom from form mulch fo...
let us end as we began going out through the way ...
The fleeting moment passes; your chance is gone. A...
I’ve always felt that fate had never given me a b...
hard to keep your wits about you when nothing mak...
how ordinary my gripes I wait on a street corner...
had I known death will be so long and hard in com...
every time I make a move the One blocks it with ...
why is life a condition where we must learn and l...
you yearn to reach somebody but they're already t...
you thought you were happy until you met someone ...
the love you want and the love you need are often...
desultory in the autumn heat I hang like a summer...
the setting sun's rays fan over the western horiz...
too many realities for one voice to address too...
to trust in grace is the biggest gamble of all ...
I'm facing my reckoning as best I can I've been ...
will you be happy to know you're not the only one ...
I come with no burden but my own however much we...
foul in the stinking pit of the world we soil ou...
if there were mercy we wouldn't need justice do...
everyone wishes you well to your face behind you...
this may be our end which is just a fresh start ...
well where are you now? who turn away when your v...
I might as well be barking at the moon I have my...
how days on earth vary! one day is smooth as sil...
the calm night of a wild day is welcome beyond a...
world after world teaches us our measure and it...
aphorisms flow from the precision of reflection ...
I would be sorry if anything happened to you it b...
shadows lengthen on this perfect autumn day blaz...
I thought I would do well in the outer realms of ...
my higher self looks at me with resignation oh ...
how I hate it when I'm out with my old lady and...
ornery this morning wanna burn everything down ...
you were young and strong you didn't think any ru...
to those who did not get the memo (as they say) ...
the one who had been waiting for has been here al...
"I am God" the drunkard said even if he was a p...
you would think those who play God would have en...
I see nothing ahead of me but right here where I ...
no magic tonight nothing sings gravity pulls d...
a small turning at the top of a ladder and an op...
another dark night of the soul? for Christ's sake...
every moment of every hour of every day is an apo...
I am prepared to drop in harness like my father a...
welcome to the world welcome to your place in the...
the daily hell the prep walk of conformity the c...
I know I keep pushing but I can't stop if I don...
the good news is I ain't dead yet the bad news ...
my generation (at least the bodies we used this t...
the same sun the same ground blue skies and di...
the long slow evening draws us down to rest as ...
life is no harder than you make it and if you ha...
blessed is he whose wife is truly his mate a kin...
the moment has passed and everything's spoiled I...
short poems rule... I prefer the luminous instan...
I've lost count of my opportunities they were pas...
boiling blood spills through rends in the heart ...
I've little time left in this skin I've learned ...
what more do you want? what more could you possib...
well I told you it was ending you got to the fair...
where are you now? the landscape has changed so ...
I have no hopes to pin my pride on... bad for me...
prayer is vanity it is always centered on "I" a...
judgment a manifestation of mercy? I'd take more...
I saw a light and followed it then I stepped in ...
so it's good-bye to vision which was only the hal...
weariness is the grieving release of will and det...
the Voice of the People is the squealing of pigs ...
let us leave all speculation aside for this instan...
I'm as cold and frightened as anyone else the da...
there isn't a creed or hope or belief that isn't ...
people think saints and prophets lived on nothing...
I acknowledge the Infinity in the Grain of Sand ...
all one believed has been proven false there is n...
with every delusion shattered to nothing we conti...
the injured smile in their damage while the vain ...
I'd give you love but you'd run free and beg fro...
who waits beside the empty bowl alms for the idio...
no neat tidy ending no rapture into the skies t...
the objective material world is a fact but only b...
no one will take your choices away unless that is...
private myth and historical fact two myopias s...
love compelled is not love you won't be mocked ...
not even the Judgment of our imagined God is as h...
the ersatz mystics who bemoaned creation suffered...
no poem no painting no music can be said to exist...
they crucified Jesus what makes you think they'd...
stop looking for the Absolute in the skies or in ...
everyone's an expert...on other people's business....
"hey what's you're hurry? relax take it light......
no secrets in creation it's all on show for ever...
the lesson has taken but nothing has changed a ...
on some days the Light is bright and abiding and ...
…here…the brown flakes of dead leaves in the dir...
Some things so beyond me…I am as a speck whirling...
We needn’t track love to find it— But to do away...
►
August
(210)
►
July
(121)
►
June
(105)
►
May
(73)
►
April
(112)
►
March
(88)
►
February
(109)
►
January
(121)
►
2011
(1040)
►
December
(94)
►
November
(100)
►
October
(145)
►
September
(95)
►
August
(65)
►
July
(41)
►
June
(44)
►
May
(127)
►
April
(82)
►
March
(99)
►
February
(109)
►
January
(39)
►
2010
(496)
►
December
(79)
►
November
(25)
►
October
(8)
►
September
(67)
►
August
(36)
►
July
(34)
►
June
(12)
►
May
(21)
►
April
(48)
►
March
(92)
►
February
(37)
►
January
(37)
►
2009
(331)
►
December
(37)
►
November
(49)
►
October
(50)
►
September
(67)
►
August
(49)
►
July
(32)
►
June
(23)
►
May
(5)
►
March
(7)
►
February
(10)
►
January
(2)
►
2008
(10)
►
December
(9)
►
November
(1)
About Me
Philip Milito
We desire the way a twice-poisoned dog eyes a third piece of meat
View my complete profile
No comments:
Post a Comment