one day I'll turn around

in my path to hear what's

coming up behind me

and suddenly


will go black

and either darkness

will remain or I'll see

a light open up


one day I'll turn around










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is it something I said?

is it something I didn't say?


what difference does it make now?

none of us hear anything






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how deep I am


I can measure the sludge I'm covered in

with the flutter of my eyelids....








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I've been waking up

from one dream into another


into another into another

I'm writing now but I don't know


if it is just another shadow act

in another dream


waking into another dream

into another into another....








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nothing is worse than choosing

the wrong one as a mate


but are there any right ones?

are any of us wholly innocent or guilty?


we cling to some idiot notions

of soulmates and attaining perfection


but what apotheosis for which we aim

is arrived at through our very sufferings








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I was stupid to share myself with another


I ache and all I hear from this other

is wah wah wah such self-pity


this other of course does not have forgiveness

as a strong point in the character department


but in her own time she too will find out

what such denial of companionability


will be hers for which to atone








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vulnerable


but safe for the moment


no worse than I deserve

has been delivered to me


but for what is to come

I cannot say what will be


the killing blow


the final end of this farce








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gray skies and floating flakes


perfect winter morning

enough to make one forget


one's misery and be drawn

into the monochrome of cold


reflecting on all that has

come before and care


for what is to come










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I'm still waiting for the night

while the day adds to my burden


the noon makes my breathing tight

and my sorrow will only worsen


all of us who await even the first

dimmings of the twilight


can only wish for the best than expect the worst

still waiting for the night








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watch the twilight draw down over the land


the dark silhouettes of trees and hills

under the violet sky of a fading sunset


I'm old and tired and finished

and I long now for nothing more


than to be drawn into that fading light

at the end of a day that had its joy and pleasures


but could not win out over the ultimate night....







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oh how I love the cold and the snow


but as I fade in flesh

it becomes harder and harder to enjoy or endure


I'd like to die in the heat of a roasting summer

104 degrees at least and dry as (you should excuse the expression) bone


oh I know the reality will be me in a cool

mismanaged hospital with preening doctors


still arrogant despite being reduced to glorified

assembly workers and a film covering all that left


of my earthly reality

but in my mind I'll be in some cabin in the desert


watching the west-leaning late afternoon sun

slant copper light onto the hills and long shadows of cactus


drawing me slowly and thankfully into the night....





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a chance at redemption?

a possibility to leave the wheel of karma


and break free into enlightenment?

as long as you think that


then you are are far from judgment

as you are from the fire


and you will stay right where you are

staring at and mistrusting the open door before you....







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another day

another step to the grave


that will divide me

from all I hate


but leave me where that

awful price will swell


and be my reality until

the next life on earth explodes it


into another day and step to a grave....








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never the lifted finger

to help enlighten and strengthen


only the clinched fist of merciless life

to punish until every whit is accounted for....








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I played the fool

my whole life


though I knew better

I let my delusions run free


now the hard cold factcheck

dissects all that it likes


when every good deed boomerangs

as punishment onto me









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you're ready to throw me out on my ear


and you still want some kind of favor from me?

all I've done willingly now become

a bargaining chip for your own advantage?


this is how people get taken advantage of...

this is the unmitigated gall

of being at the mercy of someone in the name


of what used to be called "love"?











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I think I'll rest


I've agonized enough today

over things over which


I have no control








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took his whole life

to learn how to whistle


with his first blow

he died


but at least he was fulfilled








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some closure approaches


it could mean the end of

anything I'm about...


my work...

my love...

my life...


I stand frozen in my place

like watching an avalanche

come falling on me

and I've nowhere to get out of its way


will I be ready?

would it be better if I weren't?


how can any man

escape himself?






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you have the weakness of the lion

I have the strength of the lamb


in this way do we learn

how to use our gifts correctly










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I gave you a reason to save yourself


now we must see

if you agree








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who can stop a force

greater than himself?


he will surrender to it

and conquer it in that way







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determined to change my ways


yet why is the good so hard to attain

and the bad so easy and accommodating?


determined to change my mind








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if you had all you wanted

would you know how to these things?

would you hoard? would you share?

would you know half the reason of

why you even wanted some of these things?


if you had all you wanted

would you know how pitifully small and fragile

and temporary the whole load would be?








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sad humans


we covet and destroy the works and joys of others

to get our own and fulfill our need


and when we have it we destroy it ourselves

or have a bigger evil come and destroy it for us


and we seem to learn nothing at all from this

we took what we wanted and had it taken from us


or we destroyed before it was taken so none may have it








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see

I've fallen


my ass is out

you can jeer as you please


I took gambles in life

when I succeeded


I was a hero

when I failed I was a goat


and when I botched the biggest

gamble of my life


all intent was forgotten

and all I heard was


"you made a stupid move"

even from those who themselves


had made "stupid moves"

here is our fellowship


to tear down anyone who dares

in their vanity of righteousness


to outstrip the others

to pull this one down so the rest


may be confirmed in their venial sins






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nothing left of the love

we built our future on


our future is used up and over

and there's nothing left


but to know of this....












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memory is pain


all joys remembered

burn like the tears


of a penitent

of no religion


unable to name

or process the ache


or learn the wherefores of its wound






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we lost our connection

and all our good went bad


and for all our intent

little whys and hows

piled up like trash


and love means nothing now








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I have no great screed to pronounce


I had my raging unending hatred

of the hell we gladly make of this world


(and knowing painfully how much

my hatred adds to that hell)


and she was a castrating princess

of common mold who could not begin


to fathom such rage and lost patience

with her inability to master me


overwrought sensitivity

that had finally had enough


resentful as a goat

no there's no great screed to overblow this


just saying no love and no vow can change our natures








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love in vain

has wasted years

of a life

that could not

spare to lose

any time


what fresh

and new to which

go on

when nothing

is left of the strength

youth once took for granted


all is played

all is done

and love in vain

will break or strengthen

a heart to be

glad its gone








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love does not last

as long as we'd like


how it curdles

like month-old milk


what once was

soft and fresh


caressing the heart

like silk








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no future

no past but a gallery of images

seen through my eye

recorded

the content of a being

and here

right now

a consciousness musing on these things








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yet here I am

I see nothing

no sun no moon no stars

no throbbing electromagnetic net of being

no dark

no light

no Devil

no idea of God

I see nothing

nothing at all


and I am at peace

but with a slight wondering

how can this be nothingness

if I am here?









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good morning


unless death happens

I'll be there


save me some coffee

and one of those

frosted doughnuts


and I'll do nothing

but wait with you

for the mail








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out in the snow again


at my age

empty of hope

too old to be

going through


this 'end of love' shit again

but somehow it feels good

it feels familiar


it's almost like I was

meant to be alone

and trouble only starts

when I do anything

other than hang out at bars


it's almost like I remember

who I am






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there is nothing I need or want

except to close out my days


with the memory of all that constituted my world

even if its actuality is already gone


it is preserved in my memory

the very substance of my being


and that is what I will take with me

when it comes my time to go






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you who glory in your shallow time


you too will see it pass and it will be

as if it were nothing


hard lessons here on this earth

hard lessons you won't learn until


it is too late







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death will not come soon enough


no matter what we face on the other side of this life


it's just got to be an improvement


it's just got to be a step forward


or life is not worth the living






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we all face our ends


and our measure of worth

is in how gracefully

we meet our ends






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I once wrote

that I was one of those cranks who thought

animals were better than people

and nothing I've experienced

has or will ever change my mind about that


with animals you get unconditional love

(domesticated) or their primal root energies (feral

but not beyond overcoming)

with animals you get the raw truth of existence


so unlike the bullshit of people

who'd lie through their teeth to save their worthless lives


we fell from grace and could only

mess their peaceable kingdom

where predator is predator

and prey is the food of that energy


that energy is never lost

and life is nothing but transformation


what eternity do they enjoy compared

to the sniffling horseshit of our evil

self-regarding crap?


I'd save an animal before I lift a finger

to help a human being


animals are fully in the grace of their being

while we are nothing but cowards who'll


lose the lives we try so hard to save...


that's my final judgement

and if you don't like it


do creation a favor

and die and go to nothingness....






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some deluded types think

life is so vast and mysterious and wonderful


I'll have what they're having


life is nothing of the sort

life is painful and ruining and deeply predictable


it is the same shit everyday day in day out


and the easiest money you'll ever make

should you choose to wager....






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no escape

means no excuse


you face the fire

or the fire consumes you








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grace

and a little luck


and a whole lot

of sharp thinking


will keep you

alive and wise


anything else is

out of your control








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good to be back in my daily skin

regretting my ordinary mind

but working it since it is all I have


oh the damage done deepens the view

and age hinders the scope of my action

but it is the result of my continuous heart


more than I want to see

but less now than I want to do








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I give back the gift

and all that flowed from it


the word has been passed

and who knows who heard it


or understood or even cared?

sometimes I wonder if it was


what I should have done in this life

but our prayers are answered


by silence so deep and resonant

we quake in the turbulent stillness


if any found value in it all

then maybe it wasn't all in vain


but of what quality and to what degree

who but the One knows?


so I give back the gift

having said all there is to say


let someone else carry on for those

who come afterward


the word is the same and so is life....







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some think life continues after life

some think death ends it all


does it matter when all we really have

is this perpetual here and now


our only field of play

our only living in the instant


that is life and death depending on

how well we live the time we have?








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sad? in relation to what?


we've made our own heavens and hells

and now think a change of mind

will undo all the mistakes


our actions have made actual?

you have no right to be sad

but you will and no rescue will come


to save you from your own folly







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what can I...what can anyone say...

when every thing we know and take for true

is a lie of the mind...an excuse to evade judgment...

a pitiful disguise that everyone else can see through except ourselves?





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every man thinks he's a king

every man walks with a wisdom of his own


and so it is every man falls

every man never learns his place in the line







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sadder than hope

is the acceptance

of one's lot

because one hoped







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the wings of the demon

cover the earth with its shadow


the wings of the angel

flee to the upper dimensions


we follow one or the other

thinking we'll arrive at the same place


but we'll only follow that flapping

to the ends each pair of wings lead







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beyond reason

beyond art

beyond spirit


complete

expression

will be found


until then


hum








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submission of song

for a few centuries

by God's woe

of man's will


but the voice

will sing again

long after man's ill

is finally made still






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what world will be left

after this era's derangements

won't be a place

a sane human would want to live


but then that sane human

might chance it


what would the ruins of our civilization be

against such vast absences of the insane?






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you bury yourself

with every move you make


and leave the blame

on those to whom you've done wrong


but owning up may prove to be

more than you can take


because they've forgiven themselves

while you haven't begun to go on








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hot sands underfoot


blistering sun raging down


every false move unforgiven


no difference between


God's Wrath and God's Mercy


you think this is hell?


yes it is


it is how one lives in the earth








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lifetimes cannot repair

the lesions in the heart and soul

we inflected on ourselves

with such fine disregard

for our own holiness


lifetimes do not matter

if eternity is here and now

you just finally say enough is enough

and stop treating yourself like trash

and inflecting it on others


then lifetimes become the single

content of your soul and there is only

and ever this permanent Present

to heal and absolve and set free

yourself and all you've had business with...


see that for what it is

and you'll see with detachment the gropings of others

through time and space as we all struggle

to this end of struggle....





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love is most blind

when it looks too hard

and sees nothing

but its own image








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you can never plan

for the best things to happen


so know you have to be ready

to act on a moment's notice


to gather the luminous instant

into the content of your being


when and where it happens

that instant it's only manifestation






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workaholic jerkaholic

zis boom bah


tend to your business for sure

but don't forget who you are








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I stopped worrying over

what others thought of me


when I did good to someone

for the right reasons


and all these ignorant kibitzers

ascribed selfish motives to the act


to think on its binds me to them

in a false brotherhood of selfishness and shame


I have my own failings

I don't need to be burdened by theirs


let them fill their emptiness

with a mirage of other's imagined lives


they will still be empty

while the rest will be open to receive....








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while you extol the beauty and strength of your idol

he is in despair over the mole on his thigh







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where are we going?

where will it all end up?


we only know by taking

one step after another


and when we get there

the answer will be more amazing


than any of our imaginings

have been to us






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your fate is not beyond you

but for the results of your repentance


for you there is only the doing

the rest is in other hands


if what you do is allowed

it will stand


if not then it will fall

as given 'the young die


that they will not be corrupted

and the old live long


that they will be given every chance

to repent'






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I have no recourse

you have no recourse


we do what we do

and we're the last ones


to have any say about it


a Greater Power than us

has the last word


and that is our lot





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whose apocalypse do we endure now?

which projected god-image

holds sway over the maniacs

of the earth?


it has always been the same

and will never be any different

we are whistling past a graveyard

and we'll all be stifled sooner or later







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terror everywhere


right and wrong

resemble each other

and stare at each other

like a face in the mirror


the bad are evil

and the good are worse

and they'll never pay soon enough for their sins






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we are truly on our own

so let compatible minds and hearts


rise at last against the evil

that comes in the guise of holiness


live love and give that hand in aid

and their is your holiness


in full display

and at full expression in a world that would none of it







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JESUISCHARLIE

JeSuisCharlie indeed


now if America

had the balls

to buck the corporate media

and take care of our homegrown

terrorists


our Taliban

our Al-queda

our 'decent white Christians'

crucifying Christ

every minute of every day

while they dismantle

our social cohesion


to kill in the name of the Carpenter


the real war is against fundamentalism

isn't time we engaged this war

before these maniacs kill us all?






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one by one

those I've loved

and with whom

I've made the memories

that form the content

of my being

are slipping off

the mortal coil


they're fine

they're free

and it is only us

left behind in this world

who mourn the separation

from them


but everyone's time passes

even the young ones today

those who think

the world didn't exist

until the moment they were born

will face this

while now they grow

restless and itchy

and fiddle with their technology

to keep from facing

the boredom their self-isolation

has bred


poor ersatz visionary scientists

you're thousands of years away

from instantly manifesting

your thought

into materiality

or from any form of

act without instrumentality


but you will age

and your friends will pass beyond

the veil you'll never pierce

while you inhabit your skins

and what will you make then

of your imagination's idea of eternity?

you will join the progression

of which you are a part

and where we'll all end up

and who'll be there with us

we will all see in due course






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I know this won't sit well with you

but you'll have to get it sooner or later


you are not quite the master of your fate

that you think you are


you take it as license to do as you please

and let your delusions posit this


as some kind of penance and forgiveness

then wonder why you're still entangled


in the hell of your own despair...

no it won't sit well with you


until you realize how much is your own doing

and how no instant forgiveness will free you...


I've been there and I'll tell you plain

your knowledge is your enslavement and your acceptance


your freedom....




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we're all caught in the

gross contradictions

of creation's merciless processes


and there's no way

your conscious earthly mind

can control any move you make


without bringing more grief

down upon your self-regarding brain

your pitiful ego thinking it has a say


and so lifetime after lifetime

you struggle with the same worn-out sins

and get no further to apotheosis


than another load of karma to be paid

to a merciless Source of Life






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I've said it before

damn it I'll say it again


name your God

and all you do is identify yourself


come after me you bastards

I want my blood on your hands


just get me with the first shot

or you're finished







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you are a sack of shit

and I am a farmer


companionable arrogance....









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your god looks like you

my good looks like me


now do you see the problem

since we hate each other so much?








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gratitude is hard come by


keep your faith in the face

of everything in creation


that breaks that faith down

and you'll find even your faith


is false because you imagine it


only when you recognize your own consciousness

remains do you come to embody gratitude








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the world is not for happiness

the daily evidence speaks to that


but each of us in our own way

finds his own way to leave no tracks








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evil and good

wear the same face


and you're never sure

which tendency you're addressing


yet all of us are as far from

the Source


as a mouse is from a nibble

of cheese in the trap








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staying here is not an option


if you don't move on

the world will move on without you


the world will change around you

and here won't be here any longer


as far as the world's concerned


keep moving to stand firm

keep going to come back







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if all liability for living is on us

then God matters not at all but to judge


as all the selfish sins of the ego

make us rage with hate and greed


and lust and power

so too does the power to love to forgive


to have mercy and show grace

tame the ego and allow the self


its healing and growth

and its settling into its place


in the harmony

so we make it hard or easy


for ourselves

and God matters not all but to judge









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at the bottom of the bottom of creation


how can one aspire to enlightenment

when all one has known

is the darkest part

of the bottom of this pit

we call the world


and the Light is the opening of this hole

so far above that one can only

postulate a legend about it

and worse...to be punished for not

finding one's own way out


ignoring one's own imaginings?

what will one ever think but that

there is no love or grace or mercy or forgiveness in Reality?







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AN ILLUMINATION

holy

holy

holy

holy

holy

shit










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just think...


stupidity has become the ruling principle of life...


it's not like previously where there was a breather

between outrageous explosions of idiocy...


it is now all day every day

with no relief and no recourse


to anyone with a working forebrain

(who probably are disqualified because


they have working forebrains)

and there is no way out of it


short of dying and leaving this world

where a Greater Troll...a Greater Tyrant


will punish us for not enduring this hell

with a pious smile on our faces....







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getting lost in the cosmos again?


such a bad habit

but then again if I want to look


up at the ceiling and dream

in the slanted pearl afternoon light


who's to say more value would be

realized doing something else?


aren't the lost found outside their boxes?









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you will understand nothing

but what is in your hand


and whatever abstraction confirms

'as above so below'


will show you how little

you know what you have in hand


you engrossed in the outcome

and not in the essence








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how refreshing to expel

the poisons from your being

in a healthy outburst of rage


of course I have these words

to try and reach others

in similar straits


and show we all are at sufferance

but some of the others

with no art or spirituality to temper them


go off to the harm of others

(and cop or criminal makes no difference

all are at the mercy of their hatreds)


and people actually wonder why

I'm so eager to (as they say) shuffle off this mortal coil?









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I think of who's done me down


and I fail to elevate yet again

I guess I'm still

a bad christian


since all I'm

capable of

is to wish them


unmitigated soul-destroying misery....








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it was so cold this morning

that I saw a poor dog

at a hydrant

pissing needles....










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I will reinvent myself as a corpse


what could be easier

and so in line with the physical laws of our state?


now I won't have to try so hard

to get to the back of the line


with my pitiful broken cup

to gather the equally pitiful dribbles


of the dogheaded goddess's hind teat?








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are you happy now?


you don't have to change your clothing

to snag a man


you don't have to

go out of your way to find


new ways to be insincere

your guidebook doesn't need a revised addition


why spoil a good thing, eh?








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I told you so


everybody jumping up and down

about a new age


and look...

the same horseshit


except at a higher more disagreeable pitch...

welcome back to the material world


where nothing changes but the minds of fools....






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"what do you really know?"

said the great lady from the height

of her crowded curator's desk


I replied "not as much as I wish I did"


and she with the slightest shrug "hmm...an honest answer"


and thus are we judged in the eyes of our fellows

who themselves ponder their place

in the Great Scheme....








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EVERYONE'S REQUIEM

does it always take

the energy or essence or soul

or whatever you want to call it

of a person

to linger in a corner of the ceiling

and look down on a memorial

to it's earthly time


to have affirmed for it's own sense

of establishing peace for itself

the friends and colleagues

left behind

to see just how much

that entity meant


to so many people?






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raised


or razed?








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I think I'll take

this day off


forget the heinous intractable

demands of the world


those who've traded their souls

to be cogs in this infernal machine


can have their vainglory

and rot and may no one else


be dragged down into these

power-mad tyrants's hells


I'm taking this day off

to recharge and refresh myself


to join again the daily grind

that churns out our very content






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do not even try to imagine a heaven


what it really is

is so far from human comprehension


that all you'd do

is add to your own burden


give yourself a break and know

if you can imagine what anything really is


then that ain't it










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who hesitates may find

even today is too late








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"GOD BLESS YOU, PHIL...HAVE

A GREAT NEW YEAR!"


nice intention

and well meant


but seriously

if God "blesses" me any more


I'll be dead...(and I'm biting my tongue

not to say "That would be a great new year...")


or-eo yo ho

or-eo yo ho









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I had no time

to stash the evidence


now everyone knows

I'm a soft touch


now I have followers

I'll never know


and requests for my heart

which is not big enough to accommodate


our loss

their need to fill an emptiness


and mine in losing my privacy







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it's great to be loved...


too bad it's by people

not inclined to dirty themselves

too much...


shall I guess a lesson in karma?

or maybe just cry foul

and pretend bad luck?


love sure isn't or sure is

all too much like it used to be...


blessed are the befuddled?









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or-e-o yo ho

or-e-o yo ho

back to the mines

the holidays have past

and the daily toil

will last and last


(lift that barge and tote that bale...

er...or some such...)


or-e-o

b-o








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who thinks of spirit

when the taste of flesh

is in the mouth

of the hungry?


who thinks of flesh

when age separates desire

and satisfaction as spirit

takes its imprint of this body?


you will go out

as you came in


who thinks it otherwise

who hasn't known

the depths of despair

or the heights of joy?






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whatever comes will come in time

out of the blue and beyond your control

but will you be where you need to be

to receive it?


just because something is 'meant to be'

is no guarantee it will happen

one step too many to too many

wrong street corners


alone will blow the whole thing

apart in your mind and in your hands

if as it hangs suspended in desire and loss

as an aching that will not subside


out of the blue and beyond your control

whatever comes will come in its time






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the sun setting

on this tired old age

can only mean

it is rising

in the dawn

of a new age's day


that day is here


are you awake?







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any day can start a new age in the world


with dying-aways and coming-to-bes

happening in the morphing movement

of each instant

all things are old and past

and new and here at once...

you want a new age?


then pick the moment and walk the talk....










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