EVER THUS HE SAID EASILY

vicious and evil and power-mad

some psycho with rocks

wants things his way

and wrecks every life that he can touch

and congratulates himself on his triumph


and he gets over because he deals

with power-mad psychos as vicious as he is

and they'll work together to enslave the world

until some turn in the market decrees kill or be killed


all Authority is evil and continues because of our cowardice

or is it cowardice? is it not that we covet all

that they have and want it for ourselves?

we poor have-nots live in a dream of dominance

cultivated by the very real-time rulers we love and hate....





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how loving and gracious

the dream of a day


when nothing happens

but the calm of a humid afternoon


and you're dissolved into a puddle

of acquiescence


any dreamer will tell you

it doesn't get better that this






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my morning walk is a laxative

I wait for the expected results


amazed how quickly my powers have gone

and I'm more at the mercy of life than ever....







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looking up at a breach

in dark roiling clouds

I imagine flying up and through

and wending my way to safety


61 years old

and I'm still a child at heart


the world the rim of a grave

and struggle against the falling dirt






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CONTROL ISSUES

behind every great man

is a woman with a hatchet






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DAILY TOIL

you need strength


develop your strength


you'll claw and climb

your way

out of one pit


only to find

yourself at the bottom

of another one






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nothing really matters

in your daily living

but sustenance...


so playing mean

and being all hard-scrabble

about it is the world's M.O.


but if you can keep sweet

about it and and not let

the others take too big


a bite of you then maybe...just maybe...

you won't deceive yourself

with a fantasy of blessings beyond


what you've gotten for yourself...

you could short-change yourself

but never short-change the cosmos....





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death is not a problem for me


the problem is having

to live until then....






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Light is what I seek

but hard to see

since there is so much

more Darkness


is that you

I'm speaking to?







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what relief


I abandoned my high song

and fell into the place

I always occupied


but now accepting it

now at home in my bittersweet

and clownish remorse


for my foolishness


oh how good to walk the twilight

and watch the fading olive light

and everyone walking after their day's tasks


without some theory about the divine


how good to walk the night alone as when I was young

and again see the world as if for the first time....




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PRAISE THE OAF

I praise the oaf


stupid as I am

he makes me feel

like a genius





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CRUSH 10 BEER CANS AGAINST YOUR HEAD AND SAY 'I LOVE YOU MAN'

the young of today

have rituals more extreme

(in a controlled way)

but essentially not much different

than ours


as ours were another step of wildness

from the ones before us


and all of it an illusion

every generation thinks they invented

binge drinking or anal sex

or larceny


what apes we all are

praising the banana as if we were

the first to discover it....




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approaching the first day of August

my God the summer's half over already


wasn't it just mere hours ago

we sat at an outdoor cafe


in the night of the longest day

drinking and laughing


and mere minutes since we sat

a deathwatch for a dying relative


stricken with pancreatic cancer

quickest and most deadly of cancers


a death sentence for its unscreenability

until too late...and mere seconds since


the middle of July saw another turn of fortune

to the good? I understand nothing


as time dissolves and there is only now....





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the summer day

eternal as an instant


is in full show today

generations have known


the hot midday sun

and closed their eyes


on a sofa in a dark cool room

for a nap and a dream


to awaken in time

for the cool twilight


of a late dinner

of wine and laughter


under the humid summer stars

who but a fool would ask for more?





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good morning star shine

good night nurse

how quickly things go

from bad to worse


but that's just fine

it's all it can be

because every vow broken

leaves us free






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I gave up on hope

a long time ago


how liberating


now I take things

as they come


and the latitude

to respond to happenings


is like the so-called 'new lease on life'







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AIN'T THAT COMMON?

I was happy

when I woke up this morning


then I left my house

and the first asshole

I ran into


ruined the rest of this day

for me


thanks a lot mon frere






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TOTAL REBOOT

awaiting a total reboot

from magnetic storms on the sun

and ravages of the heart

and many changes of mind


oh let me think it over

but not too hard and not too long

because when that fresh start hits

the thought won't matter at all









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sometimes even love

does not prevail


but so what? in its brief moment

it trumps everything else





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praise nothing


you're already

and always

suffering under the Law


and this gangster

demands hosannas?

shit on that!


praise nothing...and go your own way...


this asshole already left it all on you

now show the bastard how it's done....





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the vanity of man

will be his undoing

his ultimate death...


there...I said it...

now what will happen?

not a god-damned thing...


go ahead...think of yourself as a king

you'll only wind up a buried thing....





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vicious

as I pretend to be


the cover's blown

the scam exposed


I just talked shit

to protect my heart


so much in reaching out

in touching


destroys the impulse

to goodness


because everyone

follows their own wisdom


into the breach

that disqualifies their intent





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you won't get anything

understand anything

care about anything

except your colossal ego


even if Enlightenment Itself

were pounded into you with a hammer






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let everyone snark from their neediness...

you know better don't you?

not the love they mistrust in themselves and

not the love they envy in others they think happier than they...

such is the way when love will out between two who know

each other beyond the false descriptions of the world....






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FOR YOU

this may or may not be

the last love poem I ever write


but it with all the others

form one great song of love


that voices all the praise I can sing....





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stop combing these posts

looking for old girlfriends or new loves...


they're all you

as our relationship evolved


like the fetus in the womb

going through every stage of animal life


to reach what's become our humanity...


I can do nothing for your own fears

as long as you insist on believing what you will...


with me it isn't so different...

I can't believe some of the shit others have put me through


or that I was weak enough to put myself through...


now I'm trying to tie up everything in some words

and you and I are the knot....





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BASIC DUH

'wet paint' posted

on a train station location sign


and here comes someone

who looks at it at moment


then touches the sign...


as he tries to wipe his finger clean

with his snotrag


I ask him "how do you spell stupid?"

and he replies "S-T-O-O-P-I-T"...


didn't know whether to laugh or cry....





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each of us on our own paths

will arrive where we need to be


let go of who you think you are

and work toward what you will finally be


all wraeccas are gathered in and accepted home

all needing forgiveness being forgiveness and what to say


except take heart on your merciless journey

and love the day you reach home with nothing more to say






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nothing works out

as we want it to...


everyday we lose

a piece of ourselves


to discover who

we really are...


all our works a tribute

to our self-ignorance


if we were wise

we see our failures


as just not the direction to go

but whoever forbid we be wise enough


to go the way we don't want to go

to get to where we need to be....






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I've settled my estate

I've made my will

there's nothing left now

but to embrace the chill


do I regret it?

yes and no

yes because there's so much I want

no because I've already let go


let the next fool think

he invented fire

let him think he can control

his overwhelming desire


I followed one and he'll follow me

listening to the next come as he prepares to leave





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blessings on anyone strong enough to endure

this hell we call the world


strong enough to endure the capo One

never lifting a finger to help us


but ever ready to punish block and deny


strong enough to endure the pain of love ever precious

whose wound will never mend


blessings on those dead enough to endure all this....





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why rejoice over the end of the murderous old

when the earnest shiny new will be just as bad?


every generation thinks they live in some golden era

and every generation learns to its downfall


let the mindlessly optimistic think they're a new thing

under the sun...they will end as mind-dead


even as they smile and praise their illusion...

maybe that is one thing to rejoice about...the power of illusion....









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BEEN ROUGHER THAN USUAL LATELY

the Reaper

must be

a piece

worker








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fear of death or fear of life


each identifies the owner of the reality


for my part I make no distinctions

I could no more taste his food than he could


piss out my urine







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we remember the terrible things

and forget the times that were joyous


a condition in the earth

that admits to a sullen missing


of some paradise...

that this paradise never was


is beside the point...we want it

and try thinking it into being


and since we can't we walk

in our own realities


selecting and viewing our experience

like we take a hole cut into paper


and project the eclipse onto a surface

we recognize from imagination





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FIRST BREAKFAST

apples and stone

a ruined orchard

someone once mockingly

called Eden


outside the B&B window

where a strong aroma

of bacon and coffee

rises up to the room


and talk after

with pleasant strangers

as the hostess serves

and directs the conversation


while outside the window

Eden decays in its actuality






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people disappearing

from the earth

at an accelerated rate


lovers friends foes

inspirational heroes

and those you're glad are gone


mortality much on

my mind lately...testing the faith

that more will follow


and continue...or if not...

then how would I know?

I just know where I am


and who I'm with...

on the verge of disappearing....






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"AND THEY CALL THIS LIVING..."

don't help the needy

or come to someone's aid


the authorities will kill you

as an example to make afraid


others foolhardy enough

to even think of trying to love


you'd almost think compassion

was suicide for those who've had enough








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SPORT

love

vs.

hate

?


6

to

5


against





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I'm old but I'm strong

and lust keeps me moving ahead


(pun intended) and where I long

to be is in your bed


the world can go screw

it does what it will


but just being with you

is enough to make repentant heart still


so let us go to where we would be

I'm old but strong and you're young and hot


and I cannot believe how you came to me

and fulfilled every desire I'd got


beyond my ignorance and my chagrin

and your wisdom in reeling your soulmate in....





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WOMEN RULE THE WORLD

women rule the world


everyone knows this...even men

who in their murderous pride

would lay waste to whole populations

because their cocks are ever too small

to satisfy their queens

and so...overcompensate...


you fools...you evil vainglorious fools...


lay down your arms and accept

your inferior positions...

you do nothing but club meat


for the women you serve with your husbandry...

like insects who have mated and the mates die off


leaving the queen to continue this line of the world....








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I FOUND YOU

I found you almost too late

but too late to know


whatever spaces ranges between us

this love bridges the distance between


here...and here






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not to press the point but damn it

I want you above all...

could it be any plainer

or more in your averted glance than I can make it?

look at me...I stumble in my old goat's skin

eager to play the fool for beauty that won't have me


how could I know all the ones I had were

useless prelude to an old age of bittersweet horniness?

because you touched me at soul level and

because what past sojourns shaped our being here now this way

am I only to suffer like Tantulus the low hanging fruit that lifts away

rather than let me taste such a fleeting drop of loving?

damn it if I cannot live and die as I will have it....






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OH SURE...

oh sure...


be among the ones who with

their excuse of situational ethics

excuse their way out of unpleasant confrontations

who lives you cannot see as equal...


but you think the One as mendacious as you

(and doesn't too often seem that way?)

and there's your easy forgiveness while those who suffer you


know different for sure....





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FRIENDS AND FOES

remember when counting among your friends and your foes...


it's the "bad ones" who stand up for their rights

act outrageously and put their arguments

squarely into your soft accommodating faces

unable to ever accept the "Social Lie"

it's the "bad ones" who make you doubt

while soothing and comforting you away from all as it is


it's the "good ones" who acquiesce....







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I've awoken

in time to see

some raging apocalypse

setting me free


but I could care less

my worries are gone

I've had my time

and my time has moved on


if you need

to be shaken from sleep

I pray the Lord

your heart to keep


I'll shake you and to this stand true

don't you think I'd do as much for you?






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oh how love pardons

what pains-in-the-ass

we are to each other


well...better this than

the vile pride that wars

with humility and wrecks


all it can in its self-negation...


love may pardon...but frankly

pains-in-the-ass like them

we all can live without....






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"home" draws closer

and I can hardly wait...but


it's only an illusion

of conditioned creation


making us think we have some place

to get to...when really


we're already "home"

awakening from the fever dream we called life....






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when the prodigal returns...


when the wraecca is gathered back in

after years of suffering

and desolate wanderings

atoning for his pig-headed lack of loyalty


by an unexpectedly forgiving liege

who gouged his price for betrayal

and is now satisfied that the price is paid

and the lesson is learned

and the atonement is complete


that is when the wails cease

that is when the lamentations end


each of us comes back to this source

amended and pardoned

or rebellious to the end (even onto non-existence)


I in my wanderings

was still loved enough by those I thought lost

to choose the former


each of us on our intractable journeys back

allowed our finishes or our fresh starts


and that is when we know "home"

and that is when there's nothing more to say





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all the times in our love

looking for the common ground of

intimacy for our union


thought of nothing but each other

unified and strengthened our intent until

finally there was nowhere we needed to go

each of us one and in our own air with

love making everywhere for us a home






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now the softness of your touch

is on my cheek like a mist...

carry me in your caress dear one

only lightly as if I were a thought

lest the passing moment scatter both of us

each to our own dream....





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after a weekend of joy and love and happiness


a new workweek of annoyance and aggravation


oh this we hold in common

this is the daily world we share


and many of us look up into the smog

and wish we were anywhere


but here in our workweek trudge


with too much to handle and no one else to judge






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I doubt you'd see someone else's view

and be able to sympathize


but I don't doubt you'd forget all you knew

to replace them all with lies







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forgiveness and trust aren't easy come by


I think if I were you

I'd act little and talk even less






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insincere one


you were right for once


admitting (probably because you felt down

and needed a reassuring pat on the head

to bless your mendacity)


that you hadn't been a very good friend...

no...you hadn't been...but I'm not angry...


it's all on you






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SEASON

the world being such...


happiness knows a short season


but at least it is ever one that is

full and flush


with the sun directly overhead....






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not in a hundred years would

I have imagined that I

could have met you as we have met...

only to know joy despite common sufferings

like a gift of rest in a welter of fever

either of us soothed by witch hazel and dream


how could it otherwise when the only vision

under the sleeping lid

becomes your form in my mind's eye and

becomes again your flesh on my flesh

and is the only happiness sustaining me

right up until the the fever breaks and you

dabbing my forehead with the cool water of your grace






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UNION

I follow you in dreams

as real as waking life


and every breath I take

fills my nostrils with your essence


I don't know who you are

but I want to be nowhere else


than part of the walk beside you

through twilights of cathedral gardens


lit with the flame of our bodies

as we awaken from our happiness


to the gladness of fragrances

delighting our senses


with the presence

of our unending mornings....






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we come to terms

with all our fates


and realize we know nothing

beyond our limited sight


and our cold appetites

and faith as ragged as a lie


and in this valley of these shadows

shades follow shades


as we circle a faint glimmer

and lose our minds in wonder....






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you chose not to believe

and now you can't explain


how all the love you thought was yours

has up and gone again


people offered you gifts

and you took it as payment


now you're poorer than a beggar

who at least has his pavement






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maxims of love and loyalty and trust

distill a personal experience


into essences that all can understand

being one in our beings





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no matter whose arms

you lie in


you still lie in mine

and our love is still one thing






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ask for nothing

and you get nothing

they say


but I say

ask for nothing

and claim everything


and yours belongs to all

and all belongs to you...see?







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someone told me different

than what I know to be


either he's lying

or it's not mine to comprehend


either way

our loss and gain


evens things out

and neither of us should have anything to say






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when I'm with you

I'm happier

than I've ever been

with anyone else


surely fate

has some nasty surprise

to do me

out of that....







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deceivers will find

at their peril

the meaning of

Father Merton's words


that one day

they will

look for truth

and not find it






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LOOK AROUND

look around

I'm right behind you


and I always will be


my love for you


cannot be broken

and we cannot be unbound


you are me and I am you

and our married souls will rise together





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THIS IS WHERE WE SHOW

my love came pouring out

of every touch every caress every kiss


we touch beyond the common manifestations

of sex and lust and possession


we are One at the basic matrix of creation

our love is all we need and want


and whether sex sparks up or not

we lie in our room and cuddle and explore


in our nakedness the whole template of creation

from which we draw our love


oh I wish more soulmates came into our orb

I wish we all could merge and transcend


the misery of this world...but oh this is where we are tested

and oh this is where we show our falsity or our truth






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DON'T GO FOR IT

think hard before you make a promise

to a treacherous one


you owe them nothing...not even this

and they will withdraw...done....






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a lighter touch is needed


if the world is as absurdly evil

as it shows itself to be


why join the infernal chorus to protest

what they themselves are a part of?


you can be mildly ironic in your search

for transcendence (if you can even imagine


what that entails...and you can't...) and if idiots

think you're a cynic then laugh them off too


the workings of the universe

are too vast and crazy to take seriously


a lighter touch is more keenly felt

when you have nothing left you care about


except the wonder of what comes next for your nose-thumbing....






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nothing can crush a spirit

like a cute little girl

refusing your affections


wars can rage

and apocalypse sprout

like mushrooms in a narcotic vision


but at the end of the day and into the dawn

nothing can kill you faster than love denied






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DADDY'S GIRL

treacherous as ice in spring


you lie without remorse

to who would get too close


but I am far away and never listened


it is not me on a cracking surface

inching forward chagrined


your disdain must truly be great

to be indifferent to which fool you drown


you are a safe enemy

you are too timid to strike


who could take you seriously


away from your 'burb domain

where recipes and malicious gossip


fly but with no sting....





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you looked on him

as if he were Christ descending on His throne


your ultimate hero

the one who would carry you save to some heaven


now as he lies there choking up

his innards and puking out his poisons


and semi-comatose in a puddle of his sorrows

his glistening eyes cannot see you


nor can he recall how often you turned him

and changed the sheets and fed him


his useless soup and murmured prayers he could only disdain

oh give him his last air and give him his final hates


whether eternity or nothingness await behind his end

neither he nor you can know the outcome of your apprehensions





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moving forward

to absurd ordeals

or standing back

in some crippling lack

the world around you morphs

and what you so prized

has vanished and is

no longer anyone's concern


so when you find out where

you are it's someplace else

though you are always here


so stand still and you'll be on your way

we all come and go

and life continues....





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I wanted to leave you

a great word of healing


but possessing no greatness

and with no other tongues


than ravening and lament

all I could do was to leave


an example...oh child...follow your own...

don't do it the way I did....







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I'm no coward

but I'm not that brave...


oh what to let loose

and what to save...


I close my eyes

and take my chances


as my regret recedes

and my blind hope advances....





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PREACHER CASEY

"a preacher's gotta know...

and I don't know..."


that's why Preacher Casey's

a hero of mine


when he laid down his cross

he picked up his gun


and in doing so in God's own eyes

he finally lived his own truth....






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maybe I wasn't the one to pass

all this commentary on to you


and that is why the One will not

let me profit from it


but I did in the name of service

not knowing what right action could be


ever ready to beat us down

in punishment but never to lift


a divine finger to help...

let God do what God will...


it's still on us to do right because it's right

not for thought of reward or fear of vengeance...


I learned my lesson and paid my price...


let God look away...I will not turn away....





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how strange the blazing memories

all sense and feeling and consciousness


of its time intact and yet they are here

right now in this eternal moment


the richness and substance

giving resonance


to the making of memories

that will be added to you and be of one piece






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there is nothing to think or to say

now you must do or die


so do what you can and must

because you'll die anyway






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our work's reached fruition

but even we know


some day fruition

will wither and go





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my mind is lost

and so is my hair


this is the cost

for a lifetime of care






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my body is old

but my spirit's young and hot

and objects of lust

arouse but still remind me I'm not


the raging lover

burning white with desire

those days are gone

and it's time to retire


and the hot little pretties

doff their duds coming from far

to reveal in their nakedness

the angels they are


oh it is so earthly sad my friend

to be an old goat right up to the end






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I pace my ordinary day

and fill my ordinary mind


with wonders I could only

take as vision or hallucination


because if I could avail myself entire

I'd be consumed in flame and smoke


and arise with Elijah's chariot

as one of his wheel's spokes


here then is where I contain

the wonders and measure them out


in the instants my being lives

in the vehicle of my ordinary mind


enduring my routine fate and relieved

I can only occupy the place where I stand





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I've often felt this life

was a make-good

for some past terrible

earthly sojourn


and that I failed

to make good


oh I know this doesn't

have to stand

that repair and repentance

lie in my hand


and that what's to come already is

but once you've reached


the end of the block

what else to do but turn a corner?





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GOODBYE HELLO

the days you thought were vast

and incomprehensible


can be counted in the end

on the fingers of your hand


whether you lay pliant and acquiescent

or stay as strong as your will will allow


we all stumble across the line

that ends one race and begins the next





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HEALTHCARE III

here's a great way to handle an

unctuous social worker taking the

family away from the dying

patient to console them them while

the loved one slips away...


force-feed her a gross of ExLax

then staple her asshole shut....









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HEALTHCARE II

rather than "do no harm"

doctors would be wise to learn

the concept of "do no worse"







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HEALTHCARE I

you are more likely to die

of protocol than you are

from your complaint







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OH HOW GOOD IT WILL BE TO GO

I'm spent


I have no more patience

for my own or other's bullshit


we control nothing but our own

responses to a maniac's universe


and even when we respond with love

the maniac will have His way


and none shall be content





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my pain is heavy

but it is as nothing

compared to my joy


spiritual peace

love of woman

satisfaction in the ordinary day


all these strengthened by

the daily imperfections of creation

that would tear down these joys


and destroy them

you cannot destroy

what Love has given


so if the pain of endurance be heavy

let the joy of endurance be light....





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love is strongest

when it is most strained


if your love didn't survive

the years of turmoil


to gain peace

then it wasn't love


and your self-seeking be

it's own shabby reward








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"have a care...he's run amuck!"


how can that be after

a week of dreadful swamp weather...

air so humid and heavy

it was like pushing your way

through wet plaster just to take a step?


today is dry and cool and crisp...

as perfect a summer day

as one could wish for...


I'll take it

and let the others fret their self-invented worries....





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waiting until the machines take over

(not too far from now)


or astrologers who think

the Declaration of Independence

really was signed on July 4th (moon in Aquarius)

find out it was signed on July 2nd (moon in Capricorn)

which explains so much about America's lost promise

and its present place as World Control Overlord


or those who take a simple minded view of introspection

and meditation and don't know they are merely sheep

herded by the most current false shepherd

into yet another false idea about some Golden Age

of Brotherhood powered by another tyrant in Christ's clothes


oh just wait

all our sins are coming due

and each of us will pay his price


and each of us will rue the pride

we thought was our honest fulfillment....






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another situation

another gasp of pain

all endeavor overthrown

and all the hope in vain


let the yogis levitate

and the christs hang to dry

another situation

mocks us as we try






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the cosmos clash and life here crawls


then the skies clear and time speeds

faster than we can keep up


it's a wonder anything gets accomplished....





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beware the friend

who attends you too much


you are not the object

of their love but of their need....





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my love is lost

to anger and shame


it is my cost

for the world's heedless blame


my love may endure

but in some different form


and will be the cure

from which my love will be torn





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kiss me

then go away


better to live this one instant of bliss

than to watch a lifetime wear it away





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aren't you pleased you've found me?


our worlds weren't vexing enough

we needed to be reminded


that our self-congratulations were premature





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my love is like a BBQ

my heart smokes on the grill


and everyone will eat of it

then wash it down with swill


and least of all am I the lamb

whose sacrifice shall save


my scraps will go in the pail as I am

with all too bloated to misbehave





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day is short

night is long


body has wrought

what makes soul strong


body will bend

when life tests our lives


but day will end

when night arrives





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entering the flatlands

of the late afternoon


it's real

after all this time it's finally happening


the long evening

begins to loom and the shadows


stretch away behind me

my own also...stretching now


all the way back to from where

I started...


and I'm grateful to close my eyes

to the sun and feel the cool evening breeze pass....





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getting too old and tired

to continue the farces of desire


I've had it with all the world loves...

and she...she still may have it in her


to find someone else if that's what

she wants...she says I've darkened her world


with anger...and she darkened mine with no respect

or understanding or sympathy...


may I be to her...and may she be to me...our

last mistake....





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don't think you've escaped anything


your entire life is a line of footprints

that you've walked yourself...no one else


carried you...and that is how you'll be tracked...

how you'll be found...and how


you'll be gathered....





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looks like it finally went too far


all we've loved about each other

dying in the clash of all we've despised


neither are to blame and both are to blame

as the light we brought to each other


could only throw us into our own shadows....






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not easy to talk

to anyone


most stand cross-armed

with heels dug in


insisting they're right

whether or not they are


while others take on

a reasoned approach


and are accused of being smugly

superior


oh they will pull you into

their schemes no matter what you say


so if it isn't good to talk to anyone then really...

say nothing at all....






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one knew better

but wasn’t strong enough

to take the One’s Will

being everyone’s woe


every living minute

of one’s numbered days


and yet where’s the understanding?

where’s the compassion?

is this how the world deadens us?


you’d think it easy to

forgive the tears

of one who took the world


as a personal insult


since that one is each one of us….





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HOW TO LIVE IN THE WORLD

dismiss all conscience

acquiesce to the murderous herd

celebrate all who destroy ideals

and principles in the name of serving them


and most of all spin people like me

as smug self-righteous and judgmental

as we try to do the right thing

even when what’s right is somewhat confusing


in this welter of woes we call daily business

(see…even stating it in this way is an invitation

to malice and resentment from foe and friend alike


give thought to nothing but yourself and that is how

you’ll gain the world and lose your life





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