SEVEN YEARS PLUS

seven years since this blog burped up


my time of tribulation is over

but the wreckage of my past remains


and I'll just stumble along with the rest of you

we are nowhere near the release we seek


in the Almighty and the less we petition God

and tend to our own intent and follow through


the less we would safe our lives rather than lose them






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

UNFORTUNATELY DEALER'S CHOICE

we've shown our hands


we've bluffed and folded

we've bluffed and won


if any of us knew what he was doing

we'd know better than to gamble


but we have our free choice

and the turn of every card flatters


the Ineffable with its cheesy visor

but He runs the game


and it's a gamble just to get up

every morning and make it to breakfast


without it being the last day

of your earthly existence


next game: pass the trash






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PASSED THE WORD

passed the word

as so many before me have done


we speak to the deaf

we show illuminations to the blind


and yet must watch our own vanities

as preach what even we can barely comprehend


passed the word

and who heard it is not our business


we're all on our own








Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF US

go to this blog c. summer of 2010

and read Wails of the Wraecca


and you will realize I'm not a blasphemer

but one who at least learned


that all our religions are man-made constructs

that turn their believers into hide-bound evil-doers


all our religions are projections of our hate and ignorance

and fear because we can't get over ourselves


that is what I came to tell you all these years

and suffered over so intensely myself


kill the god of your imagination

and you will be open to the Godliness in yourself







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STRANGE

strange how everything looks as it does in the earth


this is where the thought patterns are templates

for their own material manifestations


and me with my Philip Milito identity

imprinted onto the soul's soft belly


and remembrances come floating up to the fore

that either shame or forgive me according to the experience


I feel both rootless and lost and right at home....








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BACK TO FROM WHERE I CAME

I'm going into unknown territory here


at last my continual good-byes for this sojourn

in the earth may finally be final and I'm moving off


into realms I've yearned for without reckoning

the reality behind these earthly acts


does it matter if life is active and continuous

right to the ultimate Reunification


(to use such or any words will just engender

the Way Things Are over and over


until we wake up to who we really are

now I put my own words where my mouth is


now we'll all see if what I've ever said

holds credence as I journey forward


back to from where I came







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ONE WEEPS

we are at our worst

when we try so hard

to do our best


how the One weeps

when there's an open way

and it's ignored


because we are deluded

into thinking we know best








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ACCEPTING THE DESCENT

accepting the descent

of your physical life


will cause much pain

if you cannot get over


yourself


the descent is just

another aspect of the Ride


so let it ride


no harm to you

unless you bring it on


yourself





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

GIVING THANKS

giving thanks

is hard

where little

seems worth blessing


it's a matter of perspective

you lose yourself in the world

and suffer or you absent yourself

and give thanks


for finding this way out....






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awaken

but to what?


if you dream

with your eyes open


and all you see

is your dream


then nothing is sleep

but disbelief







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ordinary is this day


with its blessings and its atrocities

the world exploding everywhere


but not right here at the moment

but doom is the final end


for all life that has not been redeemed

such metaphysical terrors surrounding


and closing on this ordinary day






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as if the residue of this life

has finally been burned off


and the soul is clean and released

bearing the imprint of the life as lived


another path will be constructed

another way to find a way forward


to succeed or fail or stride forth or dawdle

passed one personal limit to the next excited opening






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7 TIMES & AND SO ON

oh how the years have piled up

7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7


and here I am suddenly spent and old

what sins absolved and those that were not


did the job because I still could not

release the worldly mind that insists


on its accomplishments

7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7 x 7






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how easy to lie silent

when every mistake is unveiled


to crush yourself down further

than you'd imagined for yourself


oh your mind is just an element

that tosses in the cosmic sea


and oh how easy it is to lie

in the remorse of our deluded redemption






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

good bye to my little island

cowering under the tsunami


I lived there in my delusions

my whole life long


and now I face a natural end

I'd been pleading for my whole life


good bye to my little island

the wave has finally arrived






Content (c)2008-2015 Philip Milito.

SEVEN YEARS

seven years of this blog come the 30th


and what have I learned?

nothing really


just unloading a lifetime of shit

no mercy no grace no forgiveness


and making wild guesses against

whatever is to come


seven years of this blog maybe long enough






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milio.

alone in the universe


don't ask God for help

you'll never get it


don't ask another to help you

do what you have to do alone


you alone in the universe

make your own way


and to hell with any divine horseshit






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oh the horrible wonderful appalling vision of God

is like a lie that destroys the soul after all


no mercy no grace no forgiveness

it's all as if there were no god


but there is a God and mercy on us all

He acts like a crime family's thug of a gangster


I think I'd rather die on the street than endure the wicked

hypocrisy of this so-called 'god'






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MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS INSUFFERABLE GOD AND LEAVE THE RIGHTEOUS ALONE

I learned the hard way God

knows not from grace or mercy or


forgiveness

but I also learned to live for myself


and if God still wants to punish me

let him...the impossible raging fuck...


I'll do the best I'm able and if "Da Lawd"

has a beef with that...fuck Him...I won't mind


losing my life if I keep doing the right thing

and all He knows how to do is fuck me in the ass


(and not in a good way....)







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WHAT A GREAT TIME WE LIVE IN

idiots run wild


it's as if there were no god at all


instead of constantly 'testing' us

why don't you soak

your balls in honey


and let fire ants have at you

I'd give anything to watch you bastards


get what's coming to you





Content (c)2008-2015 Philip Milito.

A NEW AGE IN THE SAME OLD EARTH

every bigotry and hatred

is enflamed and roaring

in these days


it's because the New Age

is yet another sales handle

on some fake Golden Age


you idiots

you insufferable cretins

you've lived so many


lifetimes and still

you know nothing

but your own craven sin


still you know nothing including

where your worthless soul will rot






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vast as the One

the types of experiences

available to the

stumbling boob of a soul


are as one happening

in the instant of its happening

and you watch your lifetimes

testify to the ongoing stumble





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faces ghost-lit on the catacomb walls

go out when unbelievers breach the crypts

pilfer the material treasures of those

who have less use for them now than before


and watch some utterance made in human ignorance

take form in the torch-blackened passage

as remains are excavated by the ghouls of greed

and the ghostly faces bide their time for redress






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

who do I turn to

when everything is turning on me?


I must turn to no one and nothing

but myself


I pushed a branch and it snapped back

into my face


and now I cannot blame some 'god' in the sky

for my eagerness to go forth






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every chance blown

and no end to the apologies


such is the holiness of the ignorant







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a flock of birds wing past my window

as if they were chased by a huge predator

whose shadow looks like the rising of a storm

on a desert of bones and sand


if I could run as fast as those birds

could fly I'd be so fast that I'd meet them

wherever it was that they landed

but without a bag of crumbs to greet them






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well good morning or night

depending where you are now

in relation to the sun


I would wish you a "great" day

but all days are alike

some goodness bleeding through


and stones on the back of a loner

and each moment offers both conditions






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life in flesh or spirit

is the same dismal aching

of intent never acknowledged

progress never blessed


how suddenly the childish ideas

of "God The Loving Father"

vanish in the wilderness of sky

and earth when this "God"


does His best to ignore our repentance

and proceed to punish us

and then only if He can bugger us

with a spiked dildo of His own requirement


life in flesh or in spirit sends all of us

to the reckoning of our foolish beliefs






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I wish I didn't find out all the conditions of creation

that have made me so ready to damn myself in trying


to do right and have it matter not at all

to see any good you try to preserve in the spirit


of repentance wiped away utterly

you make your move and leave the rest to God


just stumble along and do right then wait

for the unmitigated suffering to be unleashed by this God who "loves us so"....






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awake again by a foggy shore

yet again the monochrome sky of rain

once again pondering things of which

I thought I had a half a chance to amend


no no no my friends

God has the last word on everything

so nothing is forgiven until that maniac's

spiked cock shreds your asshole in judgment


again awake in the silver morning of weariness

and a plaster wall sits on my lungs

and prohibits me from jumping up and down

in praise of God's horrible regime


awake again and wondering how much more

I must endure before I can transcend myself and rise from this terror






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all these words tumbling out

for those few who would receive them


best way to pass the word

is to say nothing





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really good of you to follow along

but you shouldn't you know

you should go your own way

and there find the one you hate the most


you will have business with this one

and a silent inert God will let it fall

on you like the landslide unhinged

by touching a single rock







Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I will love you

but not like before


then we were children

looking for a fairy tale's conclusion


now we're weary adults

who know the punchline and wince


but if I didn't love you

I wouldn't have been sucked into this


and together we share the tired shrug

together we regret what we thought


we were doing to amend and renew a love

oh fools who believe faith and love in a world


without any I will love you

knowing now how the dream fades into a fogged afterward






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ruins beyond repair

form myths

in the minds

of reincarnating souls

who've forgotten

how much they've contributed

to the conditions into which

they are reborn






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blind and at peace

on the edge of the sea


the salty spray a goodbye

to the body and a welcome


to the soul at once

oh the beauty of being final


where all we say echoes between

the bones of who we were






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

no happiness

that can reach

the soul who lingers

on the beach


of the world

waiting for departure

that pause in Infinity

gives rest as the soul slides out


of my worn body to gather anew

the shingles that spot the way






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happy now to be released


my body joins the elements of this world

food for the predator or a slab


rotting under God's idea of the sun

good only for future incarnations


(maybe even one of my own)

to see my form fade into an aether


made of my own grace






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

there is much I can't bless

but I don't care anymore


we control no outcomes

just make our moves


and let it go out of

our hands into the ravages of this world


remember me if at all as the fool

who thought there was another way out







Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

my life is over

and so I walk

empty of all

the personality


that defined me

in landscapes that

no longer exist

in time that is all my content


and in the culmination

that delivers me to who knows what?







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one day all will be over

the Creation perfected

and nothing left to plead with God

as all is subsumed back into the All


will I be there to see it?

will I calm my soul enough to release

the lifetimes of fumbling error?

or will a black void be all that remains?








Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

birds flustering

over a pile of feed


bird knows no sin

bird lives in integral grace


picks some seeds and lifts off

for the next pull of the wind


tracing the vectors of grace

birds remind us of our fallen state









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no sense in this living


we get nothing for doing right

and get all misery for our mistakes


deliberate evil is surely punishable

but even our stumbling is nothing


to be forgiven

all this absolute perfection demanded


of an imperfect creation







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BETWEEN WORLDS

under a spotty red November night sky

I can feel the surges of sleep or insomnia


roll against the restlessly sleeping

tossing like a cloth in a wind


or the vividly awake in listless glazing

holding a glass in a dim living room


and watching the empty air churn out

the furniture now as nothing to toasted ganglia


how perfect this late Fall night in choosing its own time

to impose sense of place and free us in a single action


like the dull-witted in the midst of a decision

staring head in the stale cryptic air toward Heaven


the air roiling gently out of touch until deteriorated

even as anger swells and futility lessen


the fine fire of the night what's left is your sky






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DESPITE OUR ONENESS

you who've hated God for not slaying your enemies


you who rebel when you face your own reckoning


you who see no wrong in all you do


how I hate the hell of make of the world

but if I says anything I'm no better than you

my hate you dragging me in your world of delusion and hate


I in my solitude ignoring your own bullshit

might be doing something wrong but to hell with it


I have my own price to pay despite our Oneness....







Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

HAPPLY AWAITING DEATH IS A SMALL THING

happily awaiting death is a small thing


the evil amok these days has exhausted my beliefs

and wiped out  all my rationales


this is another generation's karmic pay being paid

I have nothing with these fundamentalist pigs


(whatever their asshole religions)

I'm already sickened beyond endurance


of this so-called "God Of Love" allowing this shit to happen

and all the people involved in it seem like nothing


and I mean nothing no value no worth to themselves or others

no need to lift a finger to help them


let them all rot in their own shit let them taste the heartlessness

of the god in which they love killing in the name


awaiting death is small when it releases you any bastard fellowship






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

PARIS IN FLAMES AND OTHER COMMON ATROCITIES

will you simpletons wake up?

you non-contributng thatches of shit

who sit in your cafes and act superior

to the apocalypse going on around you


because you live in some fantasy dome

that "we'll win and can I have another of those coquettes?""

9/11 was enough? the london subways weren't enough?

the Boston Marathon blown to shit wasn't enough?


a Russian plan exploded by a small bomb in the name of Allah

Paris in flames and whatever unmitigated evil isn't enough?


God damn you your smug self-righteousness isn't enough reason

to understand people like you make this a time for the West to pony up

for it's bad karma you unbelievable unacceptable pigs hurling down the chute

while you and these jihadist pigs struggle for what hotter hell in which to die....




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don't know what will happen next


either I'll die away because I dared tell it to God

as it is or there will be some breakthrough


that will deliver me higher into the realms

I really don't give a damn anymore


I'm old and tired and sick of nothing

turning out as it will but I will keep trying


to make good and God will finally show mercy or not....







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enough of god


if we are righteous enough

our own acts will be proof and reward


and as for my beef with God

well I'm sure I'll regret every self-hatred


projected as blasphemy but seeing all good effort

to make amendments reduced to nothing


then God better get over Himself and finally show

the love He denies us


let God beg our forgiveness

He'd be fortunate to learn we'd forgive Him


as we forgive our own enemies

or not depending on the enemy


but we are all at sufferance and that includes our so-called "Lawd"






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TURN FROM GOD IF YE WOULD BE SAVED

turn from God


God will only demand repentance

and then damn you for it not being good enough


turn from God


do right by other always and ignore

the fire-breathing psycho who damns total love


turn from God and be truly holy

despite what this Bastard has in store


may He learn mercy and forgiveness for Himself

or be left to His hard lesson of vengeance


and wind up alone at the end of all things


He deserves no less....





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

SORRY I WOKE UP TO THIS HORRIBLE REALITY

stop loving God

He won't help you

He'll punish you for daring

to amend your errors


no it has to be God Himself

fucking the life out of you

for it to be official


Vengeance is His but love

and forgiveness are not....







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now you see your last deal go bust

you were trying for redemption

but God had other ideas

and your amendments were the least of things


oh Lord the psycho who loves us so much

He never tires of fucking us

keep shitting on those who try so futilely

to repent since it goes against Your miserable vengeance






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where the sins fall

platforms are raised

and building is a way

of gaining redemption


even building something

the same way it was

means amends and the effort

not to re-do the mistake


but even with error excused

result is not the only indicator

though intent means little

it matters to the will to try


and where absolution comes

buildings fortify on the edge of waste






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I cannot go on waiting for death


let me live

let me act

let me run

when the deed is done


the sooner I leave

the sooner I'll know where I'll go


but I cannot go on waiting for death







Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

nothing you do matters


the world is not molded

by your face cast


and the hearts you betray

won't even remember


for all the tears

recall nothing as you feel


everything anyhow









Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

SLEEP THAT REFRESHES

I lead you to a sleep that refreshes


don't fight it

who among the sane fight sleep?


have a wash in insight

even if awakening scatters the dream


the moments you wish were this eternal Present

will still haunt you unnamed and unremembered


but for an awareness buzzing beneath consciousness


to lead you to a refreshment that will

renew the strength of your will




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let us begin again


too much has been lost in this sojourn

too much has failed to reach full potential


I did my best but lost it to pain

and anger and the scars are there in me


even if those who hurt me still grieve under

the unholy assaults of our shaky attempts at amendment


let us begin again even if there is nothing to save





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

ALL ME

such nostalgia

as if my memories happened

to some one else


but no it was me

at a different place in my being

and while it seems another life


it was this one

signaled out over the myriad others





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

AUNT FANNY

oh what will be next sonny boy?


damned if I know Aunt Fanny

you laugh seeing the absurdity in everything


how fondly I remember you

moments of mirth as you laughed


over some story of who waited an hour and a half

for a priest that had already come and gone


now I laugh like you Aunt Fanny having no clue


what's next....





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I am wise man and fool

in one being


and knowing this has gutted my power


I now know absolutely nothing

of what I should do and why


God demands obedience

maybe God should finally awake up


to the bullshit of His requirements

and wake up to the fact You promised freedom


and delivered nothing but the worse humanity

has to offer and the wise man and fool in me


has also had it with this bullshit

what use to do anything when it amounts to nothing


on Your scoreboard or in our daily compromises


think how much better You'd be regarded

oh Tyrant Everlasting


if You were only as good and perfect

as You claimed to be


and not some maniac playing God and all else


the foolishness of our baby faiths

like the lies we tell children....





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

ENOUGH TO WANT TO QUIT HEAVEN

Lord are You happy now?


no amends to be made

no mercy sought after


You have Your price

assuaging Your power madness


you drained everything out

and still condemn the emptiness of Your Domain


the sickening paradoxes of the One







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good people

drift in and out

of your life


come when most

needed and deliver

the goods


by opening the way

the way you need to go

so you can get there


but they are few

and far between

they come to do their part


then depart and leave the rest to you

but the bastards

the bastards


the non-stop all-out assholes

come and sit

but they never leave


they do their damage

but hang around

and never never never go


the miserable ungodly bastards that God allows





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

furies of love

test the material


stretches out our sorrow

makes happiness brief


burnished like a mirror

the furies identify themselves


with our identities in clutch

and the rest after that a pause







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the path parts in the underbrush


can we think our way

across this quagmire


or dare we trust our feet?









Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

to this moment

I contribute nothing


I shot my wad at the fair

and am hiking my way home







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RAGE RAGE ETC. IF YOU HAVE TO...

early dark

yet another winter comes


and a slate blue twilight

announces nothing


its presence

fading into the ever beloved night


of deep mysterious peace

and acquiescence to the dying of the light






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I wish I could still believe what I used to believe


that a loving god forgave and sustained us

that all suffering came from an upstart myriad


that couldn't believe what it believed

I wish I could still believe this


in the face of all reality's contrary evidence....








Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

cranking out song or static


the soul knows what

it must say even if


the mind doesn't quite get it....






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taken down again

in the shadow of bare limbs


how can anyone

bury their eyes in the dirt


when the day's brilliance sears?

how can anyone cup their ears


and plead deafness when the music

surrounds the heart and subsumes concentration?


the soul itself borne away on the shoulders of the spheres?








Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I feel wretched enough

to vomit or die


what more do I know of

this moment's lie


except I feel ill enough to die?






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poetry pours like grain

out of a torn sack


we cultivate it but then again

there's much the ground won't give back


and when we think we know our seeds

and try to apprehend their refinement


we end off with a bizarre strain that needs

a secret hiding in its confinement








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LEFT IN THE EARTH

hell is to be left in the earth


to be pitched into the Darkness

with all you who never


thought your overweening sense of self

was the evil doing you in


oh all we can do is make our moves

we have no control over the outcomes


and hell is continually making the best choice

in the instant of action then take it from there


or be lost and blotted out for standing still

in the vortex of this insidious creation


die or subsist you will learn from your suffering

and getting it right will be out of your hands


all this turmoil's to be left in the earth and your choice with it....





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

this life was going to last forever


and it will

even if it is the sad remains


of holy intent waged as conniving falsity

this life will go on forever


even as the charred remains of the One






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you watch as stars fall from the sky


you feel an uncanny calm watching

the world tear itself apart


one maniac at a time

glad not to have joined in


with the malignant beliefs

of the suicidal vanity of humankind


that leave an empty hole where a star was....





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

you are caught between many compulsions

you try this and ditch that and still


you have no idea what it is you seek

we never getting the full story from the Source


oh merciless living if only the quiet between

calamities were an organic silence to render


the unrecognizable into the truth we guess at

when all else fails and all else does....





Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

the poetry sings through the void

at a time when there are less ears to hear it


it will always be there for an enlightenment

when generation after generation ignore it


that whistling in the ears that suggests

a higher frequency than we'd ever normally hear


the poetry sings through the void

as we as ever hear none of it but sound cutting sharp then fading out








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FADING DAY

under the silver light of the fading day

there's as much reason to go as there is to stay


either here or there it should suffice

that something will beggar you or pay off your price


you never can know what concerns you've created come back to you

and a long period dazed and supine must been gotten through


before the reddening light of looming night

will fill your eyes with a shining darkness to soothe your sight






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rumblings in the ground


a secret feared by everyone

described in flinches and emptyings


of thought before the entire

collapse of all rectitude


what will open at our feet

giving a last lesson in the


certainty of some reckoning






Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I do not miss the past


when its ruins pile around me

and the present time seems


no different than the past






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I gave up too soon


though the goal

was always large before me


the more I moved toward it

the farther away it seemed


I gave up too soon

realizing afterward


I was already there and didn't know





Content (c) 2002-2015 Philip Milito.

THE TALE OF EACH GHOST

ghosts in the mist

visible


as outlines

moving through


wet plaster

why are they hanging


around? why would they stay

right where they were freed?









Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

I wanted to reassure you

I would always be there

and always be true


but there wasn't any need


it's true that I'm true

and that I am always with you

and this truth is verified


every time we look at each other







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bell tolling

gray morning

no leaves left

but tufts of scarlet

dressing the branch ends


a void stare at the morning

all there is

on this particular morning





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who knows their end?


we pitch and spin and wheel

like tops on a table top


and as long as we're awake

we give the blow by blow


in its naked insistence

as if any of it made a difference


as if we knew what was coming....







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my heels point upward


I'm moving as fast as I can

now I know those weird


rumblings deeply underneath

weren't upheavals in sleep


any minute now the sky will open up

any minute now


any minute    any







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I'm bringing you into a secret

I hope you realize the trust in you invested


because you can be of no help to me

and you wouldn't get what I have to say


but there's a chance

just a piddlingly-powerful chance


that you'd redeem me by an awakening

in the last place you'd've thought we'd meet








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I'm killing myself to do this writing


why?

it may be artlessly honest


but even then it's rebellious work

because I couldn't accept my place


in this awful creation

and if you heard or read any of it


would you care I wasted a life doing it?








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you can't keep up with me

while I'm racing like this

from thought to thought


I'm in full flight

and you can lift wings

or stay aground


and watch what you were afraid to try

and what I was stupid enough to do







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it isn't my imagination


I did wake to the floor shaking


I'd better ditch my wonderful plans

since something else has worse for me


for us for everything that is ready to pass


and to not know which horseman

is riding down for me or you or us


love is my imagination and what I'm enduring


certainly isn't






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you who are privileged

you at a loss

you who's known both states

and still did not choose


you who glimmer just behind the eyes

you who cannot explain the how

of your daily assault

yet you who are subordinate


to every fever of lust and fear and

determination to go forward

not knowing whether it for you to do so

you who I address in this oblique way


you are a con like me and like me

you stand quiet and titivate







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I'm eager to see

if I can walk my own measure again


everything I'd hold firm to

slides by like oil on an iron surface


no need to salvage and retrieve anything

it no longer has any value


and I plant firm for traction

my measure prepared to cut through


to the first aggravated step








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REFORMER

blind


to suffering

and


deaf

to lamentations


but

sadly never


mute





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I see the way ahead


it does look like everywhere I've been

so mind corrects its notion


but ever a test of strength to ensure

doing anything that doesn't


disturb this balance of what I would see

and what I would do


would I see the way out







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I'm pouring out my last signals


I'm about to go under

and wind up where I'd probably


regret winding up but then

none of us get out unscathed


you needn't answer

just take the word you hear and repeat it


until you awaken






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I'm surprised to find you here


I thought you'd be miles away by now


ah but how often we visualize what we'd do

if we could and fall far short


when the flesh moves and the ruins dance around us

and we cannot cut it


maybe I shouldn't be surprised


here you are and here I am






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CONDITIONS

only a little farther to get to where we are








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I gave everyone a chance

to have his vengeance


I too failed by thinking

myself superior to my pain


so we sinned against each other

both looking in our own ways


to grow a backbone for intent

and to distinguish our vanity from salvation






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do I feel better?

better than what?


nothing else has been

transformed


only a notch up

in consciousness


and a step down

into the Reality of my vision









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I'll give you reason

to examine me

only if

you also disrobe


it's been a while





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MISSED

beg for you're sorry now

you destroyed us with your dominance

and I with my basic distrust


so I beg now

sorry I wasn't wiser or that

I hurt you in so many misconceived


attempts to get to the bottom of things

as if we really knew what we were about....








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everything goes as it should


even your misfortune is gist

for a more profitable position


if you could only stop yowling

for the nearest teat


if only you could realize even

your distress is liberating


your take vs. the actuality....






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what I've done to my world

I deserve to suffer in spades


the faux wisdom

the absurdly defined illuminations


that were nothing more than food poisoning

for the soul and the unfailing ranks


of fellow creatures in all they destroy

in order to be what they think is free






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don't despair


it will only show

you still doubt the way ahead


and that you have less to say

about your penitence


than you imagine

so indeed act as you must and


don't expect....





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all we've searched for

was never anywhere else than

where we were at


years spent in such a mode

yearning for what

we didn't know we had


if anything is left to sustain me

where is it now?








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A CERTAIN CURRENT

love is a curtailment of freedom

it shouldn't be that way

and we try our best to make sure

it doesn't turn out that way


but where you end and another begins

is like following a certain current

in a throbbing of water

and ever losing the definition


of a single flowing in a weaving

of movement that chains us to a tide

that carries us back to a shore

we thought we had quit


and our love's objective meets

its fulfillment in a slow drowning of dismay







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bravery

is blank mind

moving in

its zone


clear of any

cluttering thoughts

of self that would

inhibit the heart










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A PROFESSIONAL

a professional is one who claims allegiance to God

while ignoring every oath rendered to the Almighty


and acting as if he himself were God Almighty

and presumes to act in the God's stead


and lifetime after lifetime is wasted trying

to awaken the soul to its folly of dominance


while all they've harmed wait patient to undo

the vanity that they offered as their pledge of bogus righteousness








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MISRULE AND CONSEQUENCE

my will takes a beating every instant

of every moment I experience


and nothing I can spot and recall

matters in the enviable onslaught of living


you say you're sorry but thinking

admitting this will spare you pain of consequence


but it doesn't because I have found the hard way

there is nothing but the full stamp of every misrule








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EVEN IF YOU REMEMBERED YOUR DREAMS WHAT WOULD YOU REMEMBER THAT MADE SENSE TO YOU?

your dreams tell you nothing

you can remember or use


it makes sense of the misty scene

absorbing the consciousness that would act


and disappearing like vapor upon awakening

and see you can't remember what was denoted


your dreams are like any other carrot-and-stick

to lead you to a righteousness you can't begin to comprehend








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TOO BORED TO BOTHER

you will perceive a certain resentment

in many of my words


why not?

I went into the fire for you


and you're busy fussing

with bogus philosophies


that pretend your soul doesn't matter

except as a doll won at a shooting gallery


and that 'obedience' is your salvation

and that you needn't do anything


but just be in order to be forgiven


you will hear me and not understand the tug

on the sleeve and its warning


I sweat this all for you and you were off watching the fireworks






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WHERE ARE YOU NOW?

there's little to say and less to do

the better part of this sojourn is finally through


and when the silver cord breaks at all

the soul is set free and returns to its place


in the eternal here and now of the only Reality

and yes it might take a while to recall your acts


and to erase the error that you did in the ignorance

of your own sense of self but there is no mercy


for those who get it wrong and perpetuate

their own tries at transcendence


little makes sense in those of us in our skins

and even out of them we are still only at


our own levels of development and must do or re-do the form

before there is finally nothing to say or do....





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DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE?

you thought happily of ever after


well if you make it passed yourself

then that may be your fate


but keep it unconscious

lest your own will sabotage your path


and you wind up being precisely

the lost soul your vanity paraded as your identity


and how many times are left to renew?






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SOME DEMON

eyes swoop down from the moonless night


some demon in bat wings dresses up

to ensure my attention


while angels glowing steps away watch

for an outcome acceptable to their functions


the take-away is that good triumphant is still

weak tea against the horrible judgment


that allows you to be spotted as if by night vision goggles





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ALMOST READY

I'm almost ready to believe you


out here in the desert of the self

I feel layer upon layer


of my personality

shaved off my being


and what was loved and what was coveted

are peeling onto the killing floor


you were right about something's being beyond change










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WE WANT YOU TO LIVE

is it just me


or am I among those aging out

who will die of medical and/or insurance

protocols long before


I die of my complaint?






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BLOODLINES

stop being so proud of being an asshole


everything you worship is a lie

everything you assent to is full of holes


and being pliant to your masters makes you

so much less than human


that it's no wonder you talk loud

and party hard


I remember you assholes

when they were your parents and grandparents


and all you're doing is extending the streak

the bloodlines of bastard's bullshit


this is unfortunately the continuity

of mindless chuckle-fuck


you have nothing to say to which anyone will listen





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HOW WE LIVE THESE DAYS

you know there are many of us

who are not plugged into the grid


we do things the way things have been done

for years before this technological matrix


put us in clear view of this era's masters 

of the universe...


we refused to be made into cyphers

we dissent from the anti-christ kingdom


of business and finance and strict quantified

behavior...you of this generation have brought this on


and think it's perfectly o.k....and will only break

when your natural hungers break out


and oh all the futile explaining you'll undergo...

forgive the rest of us if you find yourself


expelled from the system you slavishly praised

and are not all that merciful in our consideration


of your plight...you could have done so much

in the name of good and choose not to...


but we'll take you in and teach you

the way natural life has always been...


a cluster-fuck of power and greed

that you thought yourself heir to...


but without the stranglehold of science

to keep you in your place and deceive you into thinking


your life has value...join us in the actuality of Reality

and see if you can get over...


we've seen your type before and must trust in early May

you'll refute those orders from the DA....






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what I was

was an opinionated idiot


what I am

is a chastened moron


what progress

how precise the lesson


to know one doesn't know anything

is all you need to know






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a fool asks for mercy

a wise one asks for a chance








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THE EMPTYING OF THE SEASON

what we used to call 'Indian Summer'

is upon us with rich warm days

of sunlight saturating the red and golden leaves


and in that sense of melancholy peace

the eye is flooded with the last blazing

of a year's fullness and the gentle sliding


of our lives into the splashes of color

that are our last rising to the emptying of the season









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THE BRANCH ON WHICH WE'RE PERCHED

you'll have moments

in which you'll doubt your sanity


as your fellow creatures

run riot with their ignorance


and wreck everything they have

like the idiot who saws off the branch


he's perched on


and you'll say 'oh no not me!'

as your arm flexes with every stretch


of the saw and you'll find no one

on which to pass the blame


you are a part of your fellows

and all of us wonder what the upshot will be


when we drop like apples to the ground





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AVENUE OF THE SPHINXES

the sidewalks of Palm Beach

reveal the future of urban living


designs from Atlantis

sprout up filling


every empty space

along wide palm tree laden


streets that resemble

a Hollywood set designer's idea


of some Avenue of the Sphinxes

from Egypt which had no known


antiquity as if neon kitsch

were a realized vision of the god


I'm glad I'm just passing through

my dream cannot acknowledge a candy-colored paradise






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NOT FROM TIME

poor little boy

awaits the end of time


it's farther off

than he thought


he looks up into

the late autumn heat


and sees fly the birds

that know not from time







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STAMINA OF SOUL

the longer I live

the less there is to do


some people settle into

their twilight


while others strive

for a fading light


I've adjusted to the night

and see all shadows precisely


what left then except resignation and peace?







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