paralyzed right where I would resume

no will no sense of purpose

propels me to some objective


the whole damn life is defective

and all the negation I would oppose

leaves all notions of movement plenty of room


to cajole and to prod and self-regardingly behoove

itself kick the corpse as if to make it move...




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in a staggering pause

under dull gray skies


I'm the center of some hourglass

feeling sands of the future


come endlessly flowing in

while the sands of the past


flow endlessly out and away

with all I was hollowing out this instant


I contain...



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I watched my godson's face

framed in the glow of the lamp

watching the man emerge from the boy

and feeling all he would face

as he continued with his life


and all I would tell him

all I'd warn him about

he wouldn't hear a word of

as seeing his maturing face

I can only be reminded


of all I thought I was going to do

and failed to or not but it came to so little


being human he will at least do no worse

but with at best the chance he'll do better...




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the world is no way to live


empty of all will and hope

I wonder what is next

in the follies of eternity

what lives will do us down

as we try to undo those lives

but I know this is no quality of life


it's the world and the world will ever be fallen...




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four years ago I started this blog

in the midst of the collapse

of my personal world

(thank you bankers hedge fund speculators

and the other greedy power-mad scumbags

who think they brutality is heaven blessed)


and in four years nothing has changed

except to get worse

the rich and powerful think

they can ride this out

their escape pods maintained and ready

for a quick getaway


there's no talking to them

no reasoning with them

as there's no way to reason with any psychopaths

so we'll fall together

they with their presumptions

and we will our knives and anger


four years on this blog and all I've done

is be reminded that human nature

will never be legislated

channelled into higher endeavors

or be convinced that its heavenly mandate

is betrayed with every self-serving notion


of righteousness

(even in their fall the powerful will

take no blame or responsibility

nor will the weak and dispossessed)

four years on this blog and all I can do

is be aware of how I've lost the ability to weep




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no one can tell you otherwise

your tall belief

will bring you to your grief


the vanity of preachers will be sullied

the well-meaning advice of loved ones

just a pretty story


you're hell-bent and nothing

will prevent you from taking it there...




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is there anything else you'd like to say

before they kick the soapbox away

and you're left dangling on a limb

from your last mistake...


oh too late...

the executioner removes his hood

and those who built the scaffold

shovel the shit from under the corpse...



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you hate jerks

they poke holes in all your abilis


they point to your ass

as you walk up the stairs


they stare at you

while you cry over all that slipped away


while you were so busy finagling

to keep it


you with your tight-assed mantras

of self-justification


you with your airs thick as swarms

of gnats over fallen fruit


you should beware of jerks

they tell the truth...



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he faces a void


it consumes the neighborhood

it shines in dull sunlight

on the fronts of buildings


it emanates from the hazy blue sky

glowing on the pavement

where he occupies his shadow


it is unconditional

it is the actuality as lived

he faces this nothing


that is everything

and cannot differentiate between

where he ends and the void


he faces begins...



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Herodotus was right...

"Of all men's miseries, the bitterest is this:

to know so much and to have control

over nothing"


if greater minds than ours

have drawn a blank

what in hell did we expect?

who did we think we'd thank?


we push forward on

whatever road and where it leads

look ahead to some blazing horizon

while all we loved behind us recedes


kick a rock out of the way

and call it an achievement...



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who hears me entire

hears nothing new 

man's dominion

is limited to his skull

he cannot rule 

his own heart

nor can he control

what he sets in motion...

in a great void

our race sits and ponders

describes smoke shapes hanging

over diminishing fires

and I join them saying my share

of nothing nothing nothing new...

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how easy to say so it goes

easy to sit and just suppose

that there is nothing to do

and that all endeavor is through


you confuse intention with its result

ignore without some system to consult

but when pain gives your will revival

you'll find things to do for base survival


much as you'd like to be done

that time for you has yet to come

and the striving on will without doubt

show you what you'll need do without


then bereft you will come to know

how hard to say so it goes




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honeyed words soothe moments of upheaval

sweeten the need that drips down the tooth


oh but when such words get washed down in betrayal

then does anger forms on our lips the truth...



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in the name of all that's allegedly holy

by the will of what ambulatory afterbirth


I lived a lie and am dying in truth

I had no idea my faith was a delusion


so much for thanking the Almighty

for all that was wrong in me


while every righteous effort

I owed to some mythical Evil One


as if I could palm off my pride

in exchange for some salvation


now I know better and wish i didn't

I'd probably endure this last comedown better


if I followed my own inclinations

and trusted the life I actually lived...




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staring up at the full moon

from this still point on the ground

asking why oh why oh why oh why?


I'm played...now what the hell do I do?

no way back and no way forward

grace is exhausted and luck has run out


why oh why oh why oh why

staring up at the full moon?




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I have no pride

and no great boast


Reality will allow no such

chest-beating bluffs


I am one with my kin

and one with my kind


we'll hold our own

even if the world tries to take it from us...




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I check my gear my body my face

all is ready everything is in place


I leave my ego by the side of the road

and light out staggering with my load


oh this is not the cakewalk I thought it would be

every element of creation rises up against me


but louder than the whirlpools of the process I'll sing

I didn't come all this way for nothing...




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holy holy holy moly

I see the end of my days


and I am distressed and elated wholly

to be reaching the end of my ways


I will be finally and entirely done

and my legacy will be for who'll receive it


holy holy moly there's nothing left to be won

and all to be lost for those who shall believe it...




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the Absolute covers me

like some invisible sky

I can only believe it exists

as much as the world I stumble through exists


the only absolute is manifest

in the tiny folds of the day's thought

the rest of material reality

is as it always has been


unchangeable against thought

unyielding against will

our only imperative to struggling forward

and our best excuse for saying 'fuck it'


under some invisible sky

I make temporary amends that are just that...




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I may be no genius or savior

who has mastered all the forms

of the world's failings

and pitifully bless the ignorant in their stumbling


but having had my occasions

to grandly play the fool

I know my pity as vanity

and my failings as inexcusable


as those I'd have issue with...

we chuckle-fuck the Infinite

and not know what the hell is Infinite

and step on each other's dicks


until we agree on some compromise of living

that will allow us to live if not to atone...



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no one has brains or spirit enough

to work and live beyond society's lies


maybe we should thank God for this...

can you imagine the harm


these assholes can manage

if they had no socialization


to cool their fevered dream of faux freedom

leave them in their chains


if they want out enough

let them gnaw off their paws


to escape the trap they think

is a blessed salvation...the imbeciles...




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a welcome wagon approaches the door


I hunker down and hide in the closet

it's not that I'm anti-social


but their standards would tar and feather me

if they knew I was friendly


and let all live and let live


hell no we can't have that...

welcome wagon...lynching party...


it's all as much social convention

as I can stand without fearing for your life...


it's bad enough governments and businesses

know more about me than I want them to know


but these think that's fine...ah they're leaving...the finks...

but now I'm obliged to wait a bit...some tattler may see me leaving...



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nothing like a clumsy

accident-strained incident

to demolish all sense

of serenity and the Holy


the earth-bound brutes howl

while the holier-than-thou skanks

cluck and wag a finger admonishing

like schoolmarms


oh such merely human outbursts

are like booms on the white rugs

of their imagined superiority

though the rages last an instant


and are gone while both brutish howling

and the vanity of smug continue on and on and on....




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it is my only hope now...


to die with

more Grace

than with which I lived...




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just a month before Christmas

and like a comet on its regular return


der Bingle warbling White Christmas

like a cardigan sweated Almighty


reassuring us of an imagined re-entry

into the realm of angels...


as I walk through the cathedral

of the supermarket muzak


and whoever buys into it

will get to their heaven and still be mind-blown


by the actuality of the place...

I chose a way through the desert


that had no such reassurances

but I no longer make claims for any superiority


associated with this stance...

it was just pride that led me into this wilderness


and my inner sense is as shaky as anyone's

but all roads lead to where the Almighty would have us be


we're the ones who make the detours that spice up life

and hasten our miseries after all


we're aiming at the Star and it's as well as anything

that ol' Bing is our singing guide...


every damn year of this phase of our history...




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we are enchained by all we renounce

and every holy joe is just another snake-oil salesman


exhorting us to rise and repent

and amend our wicked ways


but our wicked ways are natural

and he helps to enchain us


there is no other road that this

on this human-ruined earth of Maker's making


travel it with fingers

stuffed in your ears


that you'll hear the silent answer

to your questing under the roar of blood...



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the earthly condition's unspeakable...


such horror and depravity

such anguish and loss


and all because our gift of choice

chokes us with every move


has it come to admission

that freedom is obedience?


what freedom then in this unspeakable waste?




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life bigger than me

hovers over and honkers down


my skull is splitting

my brain is exploding


I feel the ass of Creation

pressing down on my head


like it was a cushion on

the chair of the household's lord


life bigger than all of us

is taking a seat


and somehow out of this

I'm to devise a discipline


to take it and grow wise

my mind and skull flat as floors in a cell...




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oh who follows me


my sight is failing

my stamina fading


have you a plan

sounding than my wisdom?


if so take me

I may have fallen from my time


but I am indebted to you...



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see...my understanding is sweet

even if my wounds are sore


and God's Vengeance is to rub

salt unsparingly in each one...


what is mercy? what is forgiveness?

the lies of power-crazed priests


and rabbis and Zoro's crew thrown in

an evil that takes one from one's acceptance of reality


and deludes them into thinking

they are masters of their souls...


and can remedy the universal processes

as if they were an embarrassing inconvenience


the feel-good lies of rationality

that exclude the world as it is


sick and contagious as all of us

oh how sweet and sad the understanding


but how hard the learning...




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56-year-old women are blast furnaces

they can never wear wool again


so I've been instructed

so I won't make a coarse remark again


oh you can never understand!

that's right...empathy won't do...


you burn in a hot flash as if

it were vindication of your  crone-hood


oh such demands our minus sides make

that pluses seek the randy comradeship


of gangily pigeon toed obasiance

to the fresh sweet power of a sister-sweat


and touch on skin smooth

as leather on the seat


oh we menses will our crude git-er-done power surges

lost awkward and rattled in reflection


considering the invisible chain

that binds us to her wrist


rule by divine right of cunt

and we asswipes with pubs dangling


rage in our subjugation

and wimper on the comfortable breast...


and at 56...oh MOM...lay it out

your daughters have yet to learn


and so do their dumb young stags

the nonsense never ends...the sideshow


or hotel room or quiet mounted bed

has been known to douse many fires...(you figure how...)




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I feel as if I've concluded some business


the darkness black as pitch somehow

does not dissuade determination

nor hinder a way forward

patience for something even resembling light


and the yelping days of blazing suns

and sharply contrasting shadows

have a darkness all their own

as hands shield eyes from the burn of revelation


and laying atop these terms like a float

the night is just a comforting stroll down known avenues

and the days a mere circus of human irrationality

that brightens naif and cynic alike


and that I enjoyed...being done with it...



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a day of light verse

none but a sourpuss could curse


is just the ticket

(and thank you I know where to stick it)


to forget the futility

of humankind's mass non-utility


no need to anger no need to cry

who's afraid to laugh is afraid to die...





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smile if you must

and laugh if you will


but these efforts are a bust

and I'm stifled to a standstill


(and may you find more than rocks

in your Christmas socks...)


I'm going to keep trying

to go forward without crying...



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you will never catch me

my sprint is fleet


and I'll always be ready to go

because I smell your feet


if you ever bathed

I'd be trapped where I am for sure


so please ignore that hydrant

and help me to endure


...Smile away, paulie...



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every second of every minute of every hour

of every day brings fresh insult to the brain


for all who wish to transcend and rise

into some heaven


don't kid yourself

wherever you're heading


this hard way is the only way

to get there...




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anyone can break a promise

anyone can ruin a vow

anyone is powerful enough

to make the movements of the cosmos stall

though the heated processes continue

some difference has affected the result

and this is why divine weeping sounds

when some victor brags of his power

the idiot who works in the materials

of his own destruction

but no conscience strong enough

to make him realize he's done so

anyone can be a tyrant

anyone can be a fool...

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I paused to watch

the half moon rise

pale as ice

in the early afternoon


above the copper lit buildings

where the leaning western

sun shone on them


a moment later I was myself again

and as far as I was concerned

the worse for it...



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follow me up the ladder

the top of which is obscured in the clouds


follow me up

and I won't let you down


we'll slide down the rungs together

or climb on above the cloud line


no guarantees no perfect score

just doing it to do it and to do it with some respect...




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who do I teach?

who can I reach?


and what slamming answer

schools me?


teacher and pupil learn from

each other


what am I taught?

what did I learn?





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the true Reality appears

when our minds are blunted and dull


our busy egos exhausted

and an unattended instant arises


in which all our conjecture

our fear and our greed


collapse in the stillness

of a selfless consciousness


that sees what it is

and is what it sees


such moments though rare

are plentiful enough and always near


and our gratitude should be strong enough

to be glad they appear at all...



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who do we follow

the beast or the soul


each one leading us

down some fatal black hole


the beast is content

to gnaw on his prey


while the soul imagines

refinements in some safe forever


I don't know which

template is worse


each one is true

and each one is false


so follow yourself

blameless to the end of your days




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so little to ask is so much to give


I'm sorry I even started this

grief bearable to the degree


it will bring the desired relief...


so can I be spared

one comedown in order


to have a fighting chance

in this world?


if silence is the answer

I've still been told nothing


still too much to take...




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I tried to hold the Eternal Instant

frozen in time


and that's how I lost it


the Eternal Instant

holding me in thrall

the process melting

in my hands


and that's how I found it




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the voice ceases

when all has been expressed


so either people have

a lot on their minds


or they just like

the sound of their voices


were the rest of us

so enamored and curious...




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something for nothing

waiting for the handout

watching for the omens

wanting the miracle NOW

if you please


do right for the sake

of doing right

and if you get a little extra

for yourself...well...O.K.

if you please


pray as if you expected

to receive it because

that means faith

a return on the investment

if you please


scavengers working

some shady corner of the psyche

to sponge on everything

in a range of 100 feet or more

if you please


and so self-pleased

pulled off another one

got over big time

and now to storm Heaven

if you please


but it's a narrow way

you can't fit through

with your purloined goods

now you have nothing for something


if you please...



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we know nothing but our imaginings


a veil drawn before our perception

and a heavy price for shredding that curtain


Repent! Repent! o.k. here we go

No you did it wrong! Repeat the form!


Thanks for the help You ersatz pillar of strength

I have my own store of power


and I'll use it despite all two-faced injunctions

to the contrary


I've repented but don't damn me for repenting

not my will but Thine if You can stand it


I know nothing...even my imaginings are exhausted

but all I need are the facts at hand


veil what You please...I'm coming through anyhow...



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aggravation spurs motivation


even the most desultory

have an indestructible Will-To-Live


pride or mere endurance

no one wants to be hocked


no one wants to be read divine riot acts

if it's up to us to amend and make good


then God damn it let us! or take the brunt Yourself....




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I may not be over the rainbow happy

but I'm glad I'm not lifeless eyes

looking out of a puddle of dirty water

on the muddy road to God knows what...




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now try to tell me

what I already know


rub my nose in the shit

I'm trying to transcend


our efforts are futile

a greater One reaps what we sow


and mercilessly gives it back

and that is our restitution


for sins against the Holy

and somewhere in all that hardship


mercy supposedly lurks

too late for this life too soon for the next


tell me what I've already learned

and bestow the gift of retention...



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as if I were a celestial traffic cop


who am I to point anyone on his way

when I have no clue where I'm going myself?


old vanities die hard and harder

the more we cling to the lives we're losing


I'll give you a ticket and one for myself

since all of us racing toward some sign


failed to come to a full stop...




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you won't give up

and you won't give in


though you've had enough

and you know you can't win


pride will goad you

passed all reason or sense


into decline where all you'll do

is lay down your body fading but tense...




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only geniuses ad-lib

and even then they add nothing

to any work

but the distraction

of their wittiness


don't buy into that pitiful notion

why try to stage-manage your destiny

if you can't stick to the script...



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I reap the rotten harvest

of my fake holiness


how much I wanted to

attend the suffering


how much harm I did

in my vain instruction


personal salvation

was all I really wanted


hiding behind the instruction

that we each are responsible for ourselves


and those in hardship or dislocation

seeing only my own turned back


the final realization to dispirit me

that I embody the conceited tyrant


with a heart like flint

and no grace to transmute it


I myself a tyrant

I myself to a slave to my failures...



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I cannot believe my time has come

what was such long hard going

comes to a crashing halt

and this is where I drop


this is where I stop

nothing left of life I've known

except in the mind and the heart

nothing left of my time...



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always the fool

always the excuse


but now no exception

can bend a rule


all that once worked

no longer does


and we are left with goods

we cannot parlay...



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treacherous winds capsize

our ship of intentions

we were foolish to set sail

in such a gale

but often choice is out

of our grasping hands

and slippery ropes slide 

through the weakened fingers...

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what I really want

can't be had


ask the lovers

who loved me so


but couldn't take

much more of my chosen


vocation...this paralysis

in the face of insurmountable truth...




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I have somewhat gotten used to my fall

the end zone of this life has finally been reached

and even if visions of paradise still pull me forward

I'm still here in this skin awaiting this judgment

and the release to continue forward...




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everywhere I go

I meet aspects of myself

I'd sooner forget

having absorbed their calamities

and feeling beaten and exhausted

seeing my huge mistakes

and my suffering of them

have done nothing but reduce me to who I am


everywhere I go

the crass brotherhood of our Oneness

crushes us despite our atonements

with the One there is no easy grace

no convenient postponements

only the instant of some terrible reckoning...




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bite my ass you silly nit

you unholy half wit

with the delusions

of an evil magician


you preach to me

of your distress your anger

your need to be a god

though you possess a dwindling part


how forcefully we all wish

to be a mouthpiece for the divine

and how cowardly we cringe

when the words come out garbled


bite my ass you son of a bitch

I've enough on me to solve without your vanity gasping...





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my mind spent its time

living in eddys of infinity

sampling all forms of experience

on every level of creation


now my physical strength is gone

and all those happenings happened

and are recorded in my private gallery

the Hall of Shame that constitutes my being


and I'm still who I am

I'll always be who I am

this fragment of a godhead that like

the other fragments bark and bite in holy confines


my mind is done there and my whole physical being

pools into the identity I am in this sojourn...





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you say you're lying

but they take it for true


you're telling the truth

and they think your nose is growing


everyone's thinks they're genius

cain't tell ME shit (sniff)


even keeping your mouth shut

won't help you


if someone wants to rope you in

they'll do it and the cops will jump for them


you better wise up quick

there's a reason the sign says No Loitering!!!


keep your New Balances on

and don't breath a word don't cast a glance


this is your only warning...the rest of the way

is just like this and you don't want


to think too much about that

truth or lie...you don't want to think too much...



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the vain shall grow compassion and concern

outside themselves

when all souls get over themselves


the fool will grow wise and feel pain

all the greater when he stops

making preaching no human has heart


enough to endure


the vain and foolish grow quiet

before the humility of the penitent

those who awoke and continue striving


to control their clumsy hungers

and know better than to think

any transformation of self will be immediate


each awakening renewed from their beds each day...



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I'm holding my birthday this year

in a House of Mirrors


I and my guests will talk

and laugh and drink and celebrate


then will come the fun

of each one us trying


to find our way out

without bumping each other or


breaking glass for a total of

343 years of bad luck...



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I am being followed


I know I am

every one of these spontaneously

perceived postings for today

shows a 1

in my stats...


who are you

and why?


no don't answer


I don't want to answer either...

hence these posts...




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flattery is inclined to be flattered

but never inclined to be fooled...





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when one is ready for unpleasantness

that's when one is the most introspective...




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there is much for which I've yet to atone

I may not be able to get to them in time


a prayer a last talk by the guttering candle

who knows how I'll go and when


but these are the last things on my mind

at this moment I'm looking into eyes


that draw me to the bottom of the soul

like whirlpool taking a ship to the ocean bed...



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you thinking I'm kidding

I'm not kidding


once life was a joke

but now it's a punchline


and when I tell you something

I don't care whether you believe it


I hauled my stones and can't abide you

and I'm not kidding...




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you speak as if you knew what you were saying

well what are you going to say to me?


you know I was there and it was nothing like

you're saying it was


I saw you run passed a man pinned down

by his home's wreckage ignoring the cry for help


blood and mud lining boots sludging on

in the cold unelectric night


and now I hear you taking bows

before blue jeaned belly rolled milfs


for the work others committed to

while you hid in a corner shivering


another beer and whiskey

before I get up and join your table...




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he'a a boss

a Kingfish

a terror to his wife

a slave driver to his friends

an ass kisser when

he wants something

badly enough...


there's a reason why they scatter

bounding through the woods

as if hounds were in pursuit

when he turns away

they love him

but sooo impossible

to live with...


his newest invention

sits gleaming in a box

the world will bow to him

when he unleashes it

but oh nothing works

where the hell is that charger?

I'll show them this wonder thing...damn it...


why doesn't this work? I must make them listen...



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oh how we wish we didn't have

such a tale to tell

(or someone else who'd tell it for us

coated in honey of legend)


at some points we tell it slow

the details coming alive

like fire on the tongue

as we weep for what has gone from us


and at others we tell it loud

and brassy like a howl of triumph

you took a pencil and broke it

moved an ashtray across the table


and at still other moments

we knew what blowhards we are

knowing ourselves pebbles on some eternal road

but wishing to stand out calling attention


to our vanity...

so we all wish for a Boswell to be our Johnson

(no laughing!) to tell our tale

as if we had significance beyond


our own desperate sense of self-worth

archetypes of the pool room

the worker at his machine

the professional pacing over his Greek tragedy


of pilfering found out

or the woman whether mother or single or single mother

put upon endlessly idolized for being Man's inspiration

while being kept down as Man's slaves


all of us want to be placed in the stars

the constellation Hairdresser

the star cluster Hedgefunder

the black hole WABOAs!


how you demand your immortality

even as you flitter away the actually lived life

that is your glory or your shame

and why bother? you are and will be remembered


you'll never escape the litter of leaving

the shattered evidence we leave in our wakes

tell your tale well and someone will sing your song

amid the tribulations we'll no choice but to face...



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the World dies so slowly

and is reborn with equal tortoise speed


and your life is where you are and what's happening

all sense-memory and identity with the time


you've been allotted making up your whole being

the copper sunsets of spring shining over the beach


to the cliff edges as the salty air fills more than your lungs

or even the dark cold gray mornings of flakes of snow


whirling passed the window from which

you look onto the deep snowy morning


and all the faces and all the bodies you've known swirl

superimposed over your vision


and who can tell what is dead and what reborn

in the moment of this awareness...



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Reality isn't a matching up of your delusions


Reality is losing your delusions as truth is revealed


Reality is hard no wonder we seek

some kind of relief in our ignorance


but that will not stand nor will the preachings

that drive away who they would intice


we often have no idea of what to do and then

that is part of Reality too....



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Apocalypse Blues

I woke up this morning

found myself still here


I woke up this morning

found myself still here


you know how mixed my emotions

to be alive or not with the sun drawing near


I prayed up to the heavens

I said what is goin' on here


I prayed up to the heavens

I said what in the name of God is goin' on here


but the heavens didn't answer

and only my own hand wiped away my tear


where will the Golden Door open

when will my cord break and release me


where and when will that Door open

when will my cord break and release me


when the last of seals is broken'

and the end of pain and misery comes to relieve me...





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so much new and startling

so much old and familiar


it's easy to say life changes

but life stays the same


but oh to live it out

will tie you into a chain


that'll take more than your own effort

to break...your cooperation


with what wave of fury will break on

your enterprise


steer by what you know

and know that the unknown is just


the known in some different guise...

then how sure your response will become...


at some point you'll find out for yourself...



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a trail is splitting off

in so many directions


is it any wonder

we stand flummoxed


at some trailhead

wondering which to choose


that will satisfy our

dangerous notions of destiny?


any way you go

you'll cope and make do


stop trying to stage-manage

your fate


you get where you're going by going

and you'll get what's coming to you from your first step...




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there's no joy left


in the Great Reckoning of the Age

our common deaths play out


and all the good we meant to do

no matter how hard we tried


to do it right comes tumbling down

and our sorrow so sweet and stinging


makes mock of our noblest intentions


oh I'm so sorry dear

how badly I've hurt you

in trying to do justice to our trust


but sorry means nothing

and all our faith and hope and love

drain our tears before the fading light...



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well the whole thing's

really starting to blow now


the madness of humanity

is unleashed to full


I'm heading for the hills

with me and mine


whether the One allows

us to get there


not a one of us can tell

but I'd rather die running


my last assertion of will

before the night covers us over


and some dawn rises to see

the charred remains of this world




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so brief

our time of living and loving

so quick

the movement of the scythe


cut down to nourish

the next shoots

so brief

in their time of blooming and fading




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don't believe

I have no fun


sunsets

crisp days


food and drink

and lovely companions


and idle talk

our commentary on


this ever passing scene...




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at the mercy of all

we've previously done down


we realize our fault

and must take our reckoning straight


mercy...grace...

what evasions these are


at the mercy of ourselves

we tilt in scales beyond manipulation



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what you want isn't always what you get..


and those who attest to the success

of their visualizations

sometimes give praise for achieving

tiny accomplishments

those far more damaged than they

can manage


visualize all you may

think positively all you want

sometimes hope is hope

for the wrong thing

and you cannot evade loss

or anticipate gain


forgive me for raining on your technique

but sometimes the One you think

you're obeying will show you

in difficulty and dislocation

how out of alignment you are

take great care about desiring what you want


it may not be what you asked for...



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our lives are on loan


hide from others

evade contact

view the world

from within

your flimsy bubble

this is our condition

each of us

and we are obliged

by this essence

in ways from which

we can never detach

we answer to forces

beyond our control

even as they meld us

even as they break us

your only advantage

and protection is none


our lives are not our own...



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blocked and broken one last time

let my eyes see

as their last sight of the earth


the soft dull blaze

of sun drenched clouds

with tears revealing


the blue dome of the sky

and the clouds streaking off

and away to some disappearing horizon


while blocked and broken

by age and use and harm and weariness

some Power's Last Word defines me


by my own description

letting my eyes see at last their last...



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I'm among my fellow beasts


I know a Greater Life surrounds us

but I hate Truth


it torpedoes so much pleasure so much fun

so much escape from our living woes


I'm sorry I've failed to follow that higher calling

but fuck...even our debauchery


cannot be counted upon...

and the merciless judgment is harsh and unmoveable


I'm among my fellow beasts

and we howl for help or out of bloodlust


who the hell knows the difference?

I see visions without drugs


I have orgasms without sex

I crossed some line and have no clue


where I've ended up

but all in creation has the same dealer the same pimp


the same snake oil salesman

and worse he works on divine commission


well it took me this long to say fuck it

and all illuminated unattended moments


shine in my mind

like a sepia sunset shining fuzzy light


horizontally on a crucified figure

on which every notion of deliverance and joy hangs


this is the tone of a lifetime that will atend me

on my final tearing here where


I'm among my fellow beasts...awaiting blessed slaughter...



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God is hidden

God is impassive


we supply the passion

we tangle ourselves


in the mis-comprehensions

of endless teachings that mean nothing


to those who us who've forgotten all

about where we came from...


the impressive God

the hidden God...



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every time I think on

what I'd like to be

in future earthly incarnations


the hopeful fantasy dies out

almost immediately

I seen this I've done that


and but for a few moments of thrill

and excitement it all comes down

to weariness and ashes


all you cherish

all you pursue

all will abandon you even as you have them


whether you bother or not

the same dwindling of life makes all of it dross...



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are you glad to be who you are?


don't be


next time you walk the earth

you may be someone you cannot abide


and another lesson will

either be lost


or learned beyond what you

can afford as cost...




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what a waste...

all our glory and love and power


chained to the impossible reality

of things are as they are


because God is "that I AM"

and all our glory and love and power


shown to be deadly delusion at worst

a simpering child's hope at best...



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the solar eclipse in Scorpio

initiating this new dispensation

of a changed world

a pivoting in history

that will also pass away

once it has happened


is upon us

and we shrug and stumble on

as if the stars had an immediate effect

on everything we do

even if they did

what effect on our consequences?


whatever happens for all our participation

still happens beyond our control...


hidden sun or no...



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any moment can be

your last one in your current skin


and all your remorse

is just the expression


of the permanent 'you'

at leaving this way station


on your way to the next one

on and on until you transcend it all


and live

or succumb and die...




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new age new age

what's so new about you?


that the Savior will walk

the earth again?


he did that before

and it changed nothing


in the earth

when will you awaken to the reality


that life in creation

will always be as it has been?


and that the only way

being shown to you


is a complete disavowal of the earth as is?

so complete you even forget who you think you are?



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putting faith in God is dicey


are you trusting God

or your own faulty idea of God?


our perpetual earthly misery

testifies to the latter...


our delusions claim the former

and either way we die horribly


in order to live...



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the sign said

DANGER

MEN AT WORK


...talk about

stating the obvious...




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the brave do not know they are brave


they're too busy moving forward

to be aware of the dangers that surround them


if they became aware

the fear would sap all the will out of them


better either to strive ahead

and gain your objective


or to not hear the shot that stops you




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now what have you done?


(one phrase to fit

too many occasions...)




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to know shame

you must have fallen pride


who wants to tackle

the shameless?


only the proud

would be fool enough to try


beware what you preach

beware who you covert


it's like the blind

stoning mirrors...


need I add

oops


missed again...



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the herd mentality

a bastardization

of our Oneness...

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I notch my three-score


that time has finally come

and how long it seemed

to take to get here

as I slogged through

each moment of each hapless day

that now seems to have passed


like an instant in the brain of a lizard...




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who will stand?

who will fall?

who will be left

to say so at all?




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after the raging at the ceiling

the pounding on walls

and the vitriol of anguish


there came the puddle

of remorse

on the floor


teary eyes

and broken teeth

and a fist unable to clinch


in stasis

oh yes it's always

too much to handle


you always get more than

you can bear when it's time

for you to pass...that is how


death comes for you

when your chances are none

and your luck has run out


that is how you

finally realize at last

under the blank ceiling


that you are done...



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I will go

not quietly

but not quiescent

either


I will stand

before some judgment

deadened to my soul

and let God


do His worse

for me trying

to do my best

if it does matter


it doesn't here and now

but I'm good to go anyhow...



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even if I were awake

and knew better about

the nature of reality


how could I have

done any better

being what I am?


God runs this crooked game

all the cards are stacked


and there is no other game

stand back or declare...



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vicious idiots rule creation

and will kill you

if you dare to attempt transcendence


and God looks the other way

He'll weep for us

but with nothing to say or to do


He left it all on us

and punishes no matter what we do...



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God does not forgive


that is on us

like all liability

mea culpa

though God made everything

and everyone

then walked away

like a cat leaving shit buried in the litter


no there is no mercy

no there is no grace


God does not forgive

forgiveness is up to us


and what that gets us...



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we follow the path

to the end of the way


and when we cannot go

any farther than that


then we know

against all sense and logic


that there is the point

we must continue...


if our own ideas

of ultimate shake-out


were to be followed

how much worse off


would we be...

we who know nothing but our own limits?




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daily survival

is the only constant

in the world


we do what we must

with or without

the help of the stars


and our only compass

is the soul set to dead north...




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I will miss

looking out

on the gray dim

winter mornings


gray lit clouds

over gray apartment

houses flecked

with dim-lit windows


like the one

I peer out of


soft amber bulb

glowing over the stove

and the smell of coffee

brewing next to the frying eggs


and no other event but this one

and no thought at all


and no thought of anything in this instant...



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days follow each other like chain

link to link to link

stretching back

when we turn

and stretching forward

when we look ahead

into distances

farther than we can see


to anchors

we can only

wrongly imagine

in myth and dream

and bewilderment

and emptiness




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Jesus has told us

that even up to the very

last of days

people would work

would play would wed

would have children

would be following

their daily lives

in their very

own destinies


well

here we are

doing just that

as if nothing would

ever be any different

it's always been

as it is

live while you can

and live until you die


what were you expecting?

a special effects extravaganza

with the fantastic destruction

of people and cities

the projections

of fairy-tale ideas of apocalypse


even in disaster

our ends are quiet and personal

and our last scares

will be shame in facing

who will come to meet us

as the other side of life

opens on to us

and shame

for all we thought we knew

better about...


whatever notions of death

frighten you

know Life Itself

in Its ordinary playing out

is the ultimate in agony

we could imagine


and probably not nearly

as destructive as we in our ignorance

fear and loathe


live until you die

then die in consolation


and live again...



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it's out of our hands now...


we've played what we've been dealt

and played it whether we liked it or not


and the last turn of the last card

will tell where we stand


gather our heavenly chips to cash

or wandering away from the table


into the hell of our own diminishment...


your call...how many do you want?...



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I don't know what ghastly future awaits

on the road to alleged enlightenment


but I know I won't live long enough

to see what new dispensation


to which we'll be delivered

will play out to be


and this is a blessing

this is the boon...



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it's Election Day in the USA


and no way leads forward


both sides will lead us to a disaster

both sides offer a hoax of choice


one by leading back to the past

that brought us to this impossible impasse

and the other by leading us forward

into the conditions set by all the previous conditions

as if they could be adjusted

to the new realities wiping off the world

all the consequence of our sins of pride

neither side wanting to give up its power


and we who will huddle in transition towns

beset by all the mind who cannot comprehend this ultimate


sea-change will offer meaningless prayers

to an empty sky


it's Election day

and we've elected to die...



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pay no attention

to any madness

but your own...

especially if

you are

not mad

and others would try

to convince otherwise...

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exit and entrance

are one and the same portal


souls nod to each other

going in and coming out


and the world sustains

the length of its term


and we come and go

under that dispensation...




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nothing more to do

but to endure


this is as it ever was

and ever shall be


prayers for those

who've fallen to the side


and blessings for those

who've endured...



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I've been beaten into submission

o.k....o.k. You win

You always do


I have yet to wrap my mind around

the fact that You are ALL and the only Power

there is and yet


You are like a gangster

a holy thug who will not be stayed

with mercy or with grace


but perhaps it is only

my pathetic fall...our pathetic fall...

that skews the view of some transcendence


we can only imagine

while suffering in these skins

a view distorted by


our isolating distinctions

that make such a hell of our pure intent

oh when will the release


be granted to restore ourselves?

when the hell of creation surmounted

that we may find the way?



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eternal bastard of useless worship

even your own cried

"why hast Thou forsaken me?"


all our misery and distress

affirms over and over again


Love isn't good or kind or mild

un-forgiveness outweighs grace

You do not play...You do not play...




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in dark-lit alleys

on night streets

spotted with smeared

lamplight in the mist


a bright overlay appears

with shadowy figure

milling forward

to meet me


cats arch their backs

and hiss

a wind blows dead leaves

in a whirlwind


then the figures disappear

not time yet...not time yet...



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our ends arrive

ready or not


and we only meet it

with all we've got


you've reached where you're going

though you think it's a stall


you've seen your conclusion

and that is all...



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if you should learn

of what grace is and how it's bestowed


please tell me about it

so there's some kind of buffer


between such forlorn hope

and my hoax of hope


grace perhaps manifest in my fall

but oh such a hard way to it




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it's far more finished

than I realized


the love is spent

and finally gone


now all I have

is to live up to my boasts


and hope this farce won't

continue for too long




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in the morning I laugh

at night I cry


my burden is half

what my penance could try


but I've been schooled

all good intent a delusion


and others were fooled

in all this confusion


I thought I could make amends

I thought our efforts mattered


but that's not how it works my friends

only vanity gets flattered


and then slammed and broken

of which dawn laughs and dark tears are mere tokens



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seasons in hell

cannot compare to heavenly torments


thinking of you

with your full breasts


and sweet smile

kindred souls


looking to plug in

away from the loveless and envious


if our delight

be their despair


well who harms who?

we do not live and love


by the hells of those who've forfeited

heaven because they are tormented...



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if I gotta go

then I'll go laughing


here I go


why are you laughing?

oh pardon me...


it looked so nice out

I thought I'd leave it out all day...


(groans and flying tomatoes...etc. etc.)



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survived another night

face another day


whether I feel all right

who can say?




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do you know what time it is?

what time what is?

no...what is the time?

what time is?

no...what is the time now?

now?

yes! damn it!

damn what?

the time!!!

now now...

for Christ's sake...what is the time right now???

the time is now

AAARRGGGHHHH!!! never mind...

mind what?

THE TIME!!!!

no I don't

AHHH!!!

it's about three minutes since you asked...

ASKED WHAT???

the time...


WELL DAMN IT WHAT TIME IS IT????

is what?


AHHHHHH SHIT!!!!!

gesundheit



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early dark

cold wind blowing

fading orange sky

between gray bands of clouds


the lights come on

in the apartment windows

as I head to my last home

following the day into the West


as I trail all the memories

that constitute my identity

behind me

flying like the dry leaves


in the evening of dust

before what morning of light...



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they say a light grows stronger

in the darkness

as we move forward to whatever

homecoming


who will meet me

when I cross over?

who will extend a hand

to me in my pitiful rage?


I'll know soon enough


for those in the earth

whose time is now

there's nothing anyone can tell you


we all find out in our own time

you have yours...I've had mine...



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whatever God wanted of me


I'll have to deal with in some future incarnation

I have paid my price


every unmerciful whit of it

and what good I managed to do


in my ass-backward fashion

standing me and the others


with whom I've shared this life

in some kind of good stead


is as nothing to what further atonements

need to be hammered out of me


maybe next time I walk the earth

I'll be deeper and wiser and have a fighting chance


but whatever God wanted of me will have to wait for now...



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once again (and


probably to the end

of this horrible sojourn)


the past I grew up in

and loved more in retrospect


than in the actual living

will haunt my thoughts


and shake my heart

with all I should have done


and didn't

or wanted to do and couldn't


the loves that went stale

(my commitments


to lovers that turned into

horror shows of karmic strife


that ruined all intent

on amendment and absolution)


and the loves that came too late

(the kindred souls I should


have had coming a generation

after the good we could have had


oh my sister why here? why now?)

but after all


all come to this dissolution

this run out of luck or grace


this end of the line

where our whole love swells


and once again the darkness falls...




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this is a time

of transformation


I'm being transformed

into a corpse






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oh I'll never be the one to say I told you so


let the crippled cranks of pathetic prophecy

feel empowered by our horrors


their insanity is their protection

as our sanity is our empowerment


and even then who can say

which is which?


is insanity freedom to the mystic realms?

is sanity the kiss of death to divine participation?


I feel the heat either way

all of us do likewise


it is not in our control to do anything

but surrender and accept what next wave of mayhem


that passes for life in the earth...and that has told you so...




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we're on our way

but to where who can say?


I got a compass'll

make your eyes cross


but if I were you

I'd trust the ground beneath my feet


and even that I'd think twice about...

anything can give way at anytime


isn't falling free for real

so different than our imaginings


of letting loose

free falling to an end we can postulate


all bets are off

and we'll land on our asses


in whatever positions we set up for ourselves

God is not the absentee landlord He's accused of being


He just gave us all choice and so all responsibility

and so our own choice


to live or to die

even if we cannot tell the difference


here the Apocalypse is for real

it has finally come


and I've never been anything but on my way...

and you as well...join me on the refugee road to what paradise


or what?



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I'm not unaffected

by the misery of the world


but there is a certain detachment

as I sit and watch the world


settle its accounts

and those who thought


they had no part in it

but their inadequacy in the face


of some divine imperative

get a bill they cannot hope to pay off


except with their suffering


pain may be universal

and our capacity to suffer

is ours alone


and in the mass privations

of this apocalypse


each of us fill our space

in the grand puzzle


that we accept as some grand Plan

well...have it so if you will...


everything lies in the hands

we turn palms down


or up depending on our understanding

will you be up? will you be down?


this is the judgement

and this is your penance


I sit here with my own load of woes

no different than anyone else's


and I also awaiting the casting of divine lots

I also await the outcome and the price...



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it's hard to laugh

with mud and shit

pouring down your gullet

while eons of karma

are reaped with

the simple mechanisms

of catastrophe

and the folly of humankind


but laugh I will

if all is lost

then all is found

in the simple defiance

of the human spirit against everything


including the Will of God...



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we saw all this calamity coming

and did nothing to avert it


now we sink in ruins of our own making

and blame karma circumstance


others who we think

will never play fair...


funny how we now turn away from the mirrors

in which once we admired ourselves...






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systems failing

goodwill flailing


now we meet ourselves

in our hunger and our pride


left with no infrastructure

to hide our vicious natures behind


now you'll see who walks away clean

now you'll see your measure...




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while the eons pivot on this time in creation

and the instant of this happening passes


on what other side of consciousness

will our acts and consequences


swerve like molecules in the forms

they comprise?


the flesh immemorial

in the confines of their term...


what's to come has already been

and what we know


we know after the fact

each of us still pondering in our own universes


and our universes revolving around

black holes of the Ineffable


and on no side of knowledge

will our awareness abide


each of us pivoting

on the edge of........



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trust isn't easy come by


but it must do

if one wishes to catch some sleep


at the edge of some dream

where your own second


fiddles in the shadows with a gun...




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love leads when all else fails...


but love fails also

and we follow that lead


in circles around our bemusement...



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