rest

you've done enough damage


let healing be

and healing will be


let love truly forgive

and all will be forgiven


and how strange to find this out

how all this goodness is true


and so many years living with it

and not really seeing it....










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

fellows souls of anguish...

boy where we fools


we thought so much about evil

we wound up making an opening for evil


but souls...we do not have to go on

playing the dummy


we can just (for starters) lift our faces

and open our eyes


and see the good sky that makes

an opening for us










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you'll be happy where you end up

so will I...that is...where you end up

and where I end up...


no secret to any living soul

it will be the same place

and the same living


but fresh chances

to do it right










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you're going to have to read something else

I'm going back to work

back to real writing


you'll need some other

romance to read....






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

now what will you do

as your time wraps up

but never as soon as you'd like it?


soon enough all this terror will pass

and you'll find yourself nonplussed

at how brief the time in this life


as you wake up in another and all you know

is that somehow you passed someone familiar






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

all night tossing and turning

worrying about work

worrying about death

worrying about everything

that grew rank

as life slipped away

and still demanded its due

which could no longer be afforded













Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

sadly

for the great

that too often

watered-down

homilies

are all that remain

reduced from

his wisdom








Content(c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

some men learn too late

what love might have been

had they given and not taken

or disdained knowing or doing better










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

the power of love admits no aid or any need

love itself will hurt you to a wicked degree


we heal ourselves but it's so damn hard

when the the next shot of love is another wound











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

it's an uneasy passage

when you pass from

your own evil

to repentance


you're sorry but still

not really sure for what

and if you are certain then

certainly you're wrong


struggle you must since

God's judgment and your own


are ready to pounce

and force some errors into the light

where judged and judgment together

show the ambivalence of all reflection











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

so much of what I was against

has passed back into the elements


so many who broke down my strength

and inspired me to hate


have been lost years passed

they also muttering in unbreakable anger


or who sit around and don't even remember

the incident at all


what am I for now but wandering a road strewn with

my own sin impossible to recall


so much of what I was reappeared unrecognized








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

taken from the peak of one's being

and preparing truly for that "road home"

whose time long-awaited has finally arrived

the memory filled fully with life

the you in the infinite "present" with narrower focus

like a laser materialized out of your living surroundings

thus a cap on the past manifest now in this new ghost of mine

trying to learn out of one's peak














Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip MIlito.

lost time I no longer mourn

it is the same time that welcomes

me now and will see an enlightenment

all the fullness joining with the Almighty's last word

to freedom from the conditional


and not to see my own imagination diminish this truth

beyond knowing beyond knowing to error in the aether

that time no one can read but for one's own dreamings








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the tragic tang of...eh...

what? the tragic tang of what?


I don't want to write about that

I don't want to write


I want to only be here

for the moment of its passing


something tragic this clown wanted to revive

but fails to do so gaining this pause in some void










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

my eyes scan the sky

like an x-ray machine


but all I see is the beautiful

blue void where there is nothing


my heart thumps the sun

like a ripe melon shining gold


but all I feel is the firm texture

separating worlds that cannot be breached


my mind lays quiet and empty

under all it surveys and still can't figure it


and so I let my soul be its own universe

and contemplate its content


but I don't know what any of it

and lifetimes to find out the facts






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

a soft dawn from the deep northeast sky

(yet another summer)


for years I've counted how many I've seen

and now wonder how many I've left to see


but somewhere is always a soft dawn

glowing forth from a northeasrern sky


yet another summer morning

the light at the height








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

oh heartless One

I've suffered beyond all endureance


please let me die

I wish to die because I am tired of being dead









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

oh leave alone the moron's predictions


they are simple as cloudreading

and as profound


yes cloudreading has its own subtleties

and is as profound as Clear Mind


but think of the moron who rests his cells

and presumes tell the void it is a void


leave these fools along and just watch....










Content (2008-2016 Philip Milito.

what endures and what perishes

the eternal question among all of us


but what does live will show us so

what does come and what does go


and if it looks not unfamiliar to us

we must have seen it somewhere


when we valued more than we thought

the bright and the enduring






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

pieces we will try to match and patch together


we may mend the whole thing nicely

or we make create a new fiasco

in the name of our self-deliveries


I will if I can leave your work unsigned








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

face reality

and learn that

you are a character

in the dream of a god

and you no more

or no less exist

the way you and

Popeye Smellowitz do










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you won't come out of this range

until the cold pale twilight glimmers

over the river and for today at least

you'll have forgotten your small shame

and remembered yourself in the glory

of the silhouettes of fading light and falling night












Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

life is pain

a framing device

to direct our minds

toward forgiven

and become a flowing of

blessings on hates

that have at last disappeared


or to direct our minds

toward the impossible hater

who may never learn

what it is to forget or to heal

but will ever be ready to destroy

whom he wishes knowing only

the pain he makes into life







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

angry as I go

I face the same idiots

who never seem to get it


yes you mean well

and yes you mean nothing

and there's no one stupid enough


to deal with you

yet another one who means to be the death of me













Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

oh talk as much and as knowledgeably

as you need to hear yourself

as you ruin your own salvation

by a mistaken choice of action

that did not understand the imperviousness

of trying a deity's demand for peace

that none of us will manage look before

you've faced some of the impossible realities awaiting







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I whither long in my meditation

every moment an insight if not an illumination

that tells me what I've already learned

the hard way oh how can anyone wonder

about the value of living if the value stays enervated











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I'm not quite sure about living


how I could maintain a calm demeanor

while every pledged-to-being-an-asshole


does his or her dedication to a vow of trouble

as long as I'm still not sure how to live with any


strength of integrity against such bottle-feeders

I'll be as sure as I can to be sure what I need


I won't be so sure about getting what I need from them















Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito. 

one minute I was young and lucky

the next minute so sick and aged

you're only left to wonder

just when and where the gun went off


how far the distances when your legs

give up so just walking down the street

is some journey but one minute the sun shines

and the next minute you're finished as rain


and clods of earth seal this particular sojourn










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the same souls criss-crossing

through life after life


no wonder you gets bored

or intrigued with each life


it's the only one you know

at any given moment


and the same one you'll know

when you go









Content (c) 2008--2016 Philip Milito.

learn to live

learn to laugh

learn to love

as I face the end

of this sojourn

I see I still have

my work cut out for me













Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

cats yowling in the quiet 3 am street


how intriguing to hear in the solitude

of one's own blanketed safety


to hear their distress or danger at such remove

that one could feel the full force


of their cat power whether protecting a litter

or raging in unconquerable hunger


solitary worlds in the night while one sleeps in his







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

your tears have dried

because nothing is left to mourn


through every amend tried

another lesson has been bourne


when it's our melodrama

it comes off as mere grand opera


when it's our genuine solved karma

it's the end of a satisfying double feature








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

everything has been thought out

everything's been appeased

the facts are open and faced

and as little feared as mites

buzzing a sweaty summer arm


I never tried much to figure

how all this would form but it's hardly

the horror you'd expect or so it is for me






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

tired is how I'll leave this life


a lifetime of bullshit taking its toll

and all I can really do is


is wait for release

amid all that rumble


of stumbles and wrongdoings

but happy despite lying in the wreckage


to leave whenevr the One shows the mercy





Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

say good night if you will

you'll wake again


to more mayhem

and additional farce


and say good morning

much as you like


you'd live until you're

so tired you'll wish again for sleep








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

frozen into the interior decorations

of this long-passing life


I feel the same every day

watching shadows cast accents


on the walls and furniture

imagining other lives I have lived


while this life itself was no more

than a tinky shrine to isolation






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

don't be too curious

you may find out

about some travesty

that wouldn't have happened


had you not known







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you'll listen but too late

but still you'll listen

and too late will come

your blinding illumination







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

do not believe yourself

when you've pledged the amendment

of your soul


you already are shouldering

enough merde to seed

a whole new world


and you're not even sure you're up

to finishing off the old world






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I want to throw this wireless mouse

against the wall

I've lost so many thoughts

I don't know what to think


jump the page and lose the statement

I'd love to shove it up

some idiot techie's ass and let

everyone's shit follow them













Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

wet leaves on a rain-slick street

you remember the way here

the dull old streetlamp here

no urban renewal here yet


casting that black gleam on the alley wall

how long ago and a different kind of night

did the hazy summer night open the alley

to lovers who stepped from the block party


and kissed in twinging excitement while a boombox

filled the street with a loud leveling joy


oh how impossible to go back when so many

have gone on while a varied memory lasts

for all who've survived and let it come when it will

to want it is too much like asking for help






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

I saw the Lord Himself


early morning

He had to have known I was

in the stone passageway

leading to His grotto


something pierced my hearing

and I turned away hoping


I in my turn will acquit myself as well






Content (c) 2008-2016 PhilipMilito.

all hinges on the new faith

and the empty mind


that swept out old ideas

wrong as a mirage


here in this mindset

you can hear the echoing


of archangels in some far end

of your vision







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

DESERT SOAPBOX

he doubts now

what he firmly knew before


he sits quietly sits aside

and listens to yet another


desert huckster selling us

an unflattering picture of ourselves


as people howl assent around him

he looks up in the slate-violet twilight


and imagines all present looking at

different pictures of this same soapbox







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

THE AGONY OF A PROPHET

his fineness of line

was not his concern


he simply needed

to blast through any


convention to say

important things


he felt needed to be said

before the world ended








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

clear vision

you gained your peace


oh still every aspect intact

you're still who your are


just elsewhere from here

and far less the bad habits


another chance to make amends

clear vision until the next appearance










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the last thing someone remembers

when they get ready to go


is usually the very first thing

they learned in the earth


the desire to tie up matters always strong

even when it has been dome


and there is who you are






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the dying words

find life again


echoing in the ears

of your corpse


you will hear them

as you fade


but others will hear them

in their dreams at night






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

SUNDAY EVENING

sunday evening

blue and shiny

despite a forecast

of white gray rain


here leaning sun

deposits

silvery pools of light

in the twilit overgrown


warmth of open air

the salty taste of sea


sunday evening predicts

even as it splats with night

the boons in presentation

something I've seen somewhere

 






Content (c) 2008--2016 Philip Milito.

you'll regret your rectitude

when you'll remember

surrendering it would

have strengthened your position


the self-doubt that turns on

the fact of the matter

but that ignores the fact

with the invention of your


own denial








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

vanities

guide us

through

the whispers


of god

by leading us

up against

our own dead ends






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

desire is our anticipation

memory our satisfaction









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

ALL TALK REVOLUTIONARIES

who will kill Trump?

who will kill Hillary?


no one

no one at all


the malcontent citizens

of this former democracy


scream for definitive change

the wind up voting each for their own


dictator 




Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

a liar will reveal himself

when an honest man ignores him








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

let the echoes of all

the selves you've been


whisper to you

in the singular voice


of the entity

that tried them on


in find out the true being

who goes by your real name








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

what end you seek

is already written


your panic is only

forgetting what


you came to say

or do and even though


it costs a life to recall

the purpose of your


reason for being

when you reach that end


you have nothing to fear

but your own sorrow






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the brittle stars rise cautious

over the long spring night

from which the insistent winter

that has finally departed


there is nothing left to say

about the new leaves

the daily sun continued to tug

out of their buds


the weary eyes have begun

to inch shut in growing sleep

the stars bursting into a speared gleaming

and the last waking consciousness


imagines these stars as pin holes through

which the eternal white can subsume and soothe









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

against the world

we are as nothing


against ourselves

we are too strong to forgive


and so it is the hardest thing

to do to match intent


and find the way we were

meant meet each other in the world








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

how wrong I was

to think for myself

and think I knew

when all my suspicion


fell out on all the happenings

between my  friends and foes

and inability to distinguish

oh I'll find otherwise


in that void of my own

that will empty of myself

and clean my thought

so I will examine the fullness


of my confusion and find myself

in total shame of what I thought I was







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

I'm just a bad shot


I aimed at myself

and hit every one else









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

now the hurt hater gives up

his personae of a clownish Satan

but nonetheless a Lucifer

all the more clownish for his

lack of a sense of humor...


now this sorrowful mass

of pathetic want raving

at others as though he were

looking in a mirror

or or launch blasphemies


at his own false idol


now this contrite spoiled child

learns again the language of confession

on his tongue pleading forgiveness






Content (c) 2008-2016 PhilipMilito.

why hate life?

why fear death?


it's all one living

just close your eyes







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

HOWLING BABY

howling baby

in the burning night


it foresaw its future

it despairs of its life


it vaguely remembers

a cold hearted force


its serpent eyes glistening

as it dispatched the this soul


into its new body

of thirst and hunger


pain and shocks

hatreds and fears


suffering and blindness

in the burning night






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

we all know right from wrong

even if we have help distinguishing

which is which


and there's the so-called rub

right isn't always right

and wrong isn't always wrong


and you must be sure of where you are

and how you are toeven guess let alone know









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the will to amend

is far different than

the will to heal


to fix is external

and easy


but to heal is something

you must let time do toyou

with the cooperation


of your own effortless effort


the effort of will and

the effortless acceptance of the atonement













Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the only disappointment

in being in the right

is the opponent who swears

he isn't in the wrong









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

regret is nothing but tears

after pride has been defeated







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

love dies nasty here

both are to blame


each honors his own reasons

and wants the other to carry the shame








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

idling


waiting for the inevitable

whose arrival I cannot know


dispensed by a force I cannot see


and who will be custom clerk

of the universe


who will charge full penalty







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I regret every move that reduced me

to this position in life


just as I'll praise every process of creation

that leads me from it






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

anticipation is a fool's way of mastering foresight


especially when the fool can't clearly

see what is all around him that brought him to this point

and naturally lead away from it








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

now that time isn't long

all of it is rushing

through my mind


I watch memories

speed by my awareness

before I even recognize


their content and I find

I could always be whever

I wanted to be


I was all of them

in one self

I was all my identities


and time now is so quick

I can see it as one mind's gathering








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

will I live here long enough

to witness one last winter's worth

of snow?


I guess I'll find out

for myself and if I don't what matter when

there had been soon many?






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

our love will not die

we'll be together again


hocking and nagging

each other unless


we stay friends and lovers

instead of mates


we've already proved monogamy

is insane


next time we'll love love purely itself








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

happy are the unbelieving


they'll have a hard time later

but while they roam the earth


they are the happiest creatures alive








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

a long life betrays you into

thinking you are blessed


tell that the tired ones who have had

enough and have stopped taking food






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I do not wish to see many of you again

once a lifetime is quite enough


but for the possibility of that old

Veil of Forgetfulness dropping


again to remind us of only one lifetime

shit


God's hard love at it again










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

when death comes it doesn't matter

you go on while dragging your train of ruins


and take as long as you need to uncouple

each karma load until you forget who you are


and get off the train

arrived


yourself










 Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

every moment of earthly life

we are staring into a void


your souls full of shit

and talons and frozen glimmering darkness


as long as we alive in the earth

we are staring into our own caves


always wondering at the back of the mind

which apparition will come carry us in....






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

whoever blesses you

blesses you in spite


it is their turn to watch you

suffer under the blessings


of some fantasy of brotherly love








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

DEATH BY MORONS

pain reminds you of the folly of trust


when everyone is too stupid to know

the value of another's privacy


and uncaring of what they do to do


especially professionals

who act like gods and murder


by power-madness and such

self-serving misdirection about it


(looking at you idiot Abou.....)








Content 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I live for the ultimate time my love

will learn to absorb its suffering

into an understanding of the peace

that passes understanding


no wonder love is so crazy








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

hard hearts

breaking at last


they have finally

gathered too much weight


for their power to uphold

they have at long last


met the limit they thought

they could weld like an ax


on any but themselves










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the less you try to do

the more gets done


another mystery of God

of which we must accommodate ourselves


try to figure things out and you'll fail

without a doubt or success


try to finally accept the Mysteries

and your comprehension will grow


somewhat clearer






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the heart speaks for the mind

and is indistinct


the mind doesn't know what it's saying

because it listened to the heart


a hard choice indeed when you remember

how so many told you to listen


to your heart and you found out

your head was right after all









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

any moment will see me gone

at least from here in the earth


any moment will see me arrive

at somewhere else I need to remember


any moment will leave me in some quandrey

that will force me back into cycles of rebirth


as any moment could leave me clear and empty

and finally out of the loop


how I wish I knew how and why







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I am never sure of anything


that's my saving grace









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

stop churning your nerves

over how things are

let them be what they are

and look forward

to what you will become

if you become strong enough

to stop churning your nerves

and let life be what and how it is









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

God shouldn't take any bows

for this ugly plan or for creating us


asshats from the word 'go'

in a fresh world of decay


we are made in His image

so the word has always been


but I'd be too ashamed to cop to it

I'd admit the wrong and cease or try yet again







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

THE ERROR OF THE PRESUMPTUOUS

given nothing yet

given all


all that you get

will make you fall


what did you earn?

what did you take?


and how did you learn

you'd made a mistake?






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

our own notions drive us to insanity


give no thought to God or others

they make life on earth impossible


slide other the surface of the crystalline pool

that shimmers like a mirror under the sky


and be one of the deep reflections

of light hovering at the bottom opening


a different direction to your peace








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I am happiest

when I do not think of God or life or others


when the moon instead dips its tongue

down from the sky to drop dew


on my parched lips







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

no forgiveness for us?

no forgiveness for You oh filthy One


we are all One after all

aren't we?





Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

worshippers of God


how on earth do you begin to know

good from evil when the One is almost anything


it need be to dominate?









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

A ROUGH PROPOSITION

I feel bad for the gentle creatures


the ones who hide at a sweeping shadow

and either by sheerest fortune with survive their term


or feel the talons close as they are consumed


and join yet another order of being







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I might as well put my faith in a chimpanzee

than expect loyalty or cooperation

from any of you half-wits

who think you're just fine


until you wind up to your eyes

in your own shit-pool

of contentment and disregard


as least the chimp doesn't put on airs








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

vengeance from anyone but God will not do

but you will understand if you follow through


you will feel in your earth-bound reasoning justified

and that is where God will dismiss your entitlement as denied








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

when we talk of love

what love are we talking of?


you caging a bird

and angry with me


for releasing it?








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you exaggerate and I must suffer the slander


but you will also face some accounting

and you too will have a tongue load


of explanation before One who's not buying it


watch what you do and doubly what you say

it may not go as you hoped after all






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you all love just reading me

when I am constantly dying

in the center of my own

dismal lack of imagination


but longing for the ages

when I was young and fresh

doesn't quite make it either


you can only have so many visions


let alone explain any of them






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

when I die

you'll miss the loving

and all the good times


but you won't miss

the circumstances

that rubbed us raw as scrapes


on the arm of a starfish


so it will be

so much love and hate

pulling us with centrifugal force


into spasms of dark ecstasies

wilting us in the living sea's foam

so much love and hate knotted tight


in one tarnished vow






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

red clouds of night give way

to a slate gray light

through the window blinds


I awake from a pleasant dream

and only remember that it was pleasant

when I return from the bathroom


I lie down and again feel my awareness

blur into the tinged darkness of early morning







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

rain clouds gather and sweat


as drizzle gives resonance

to the damp mild night


my body gives in to its own calm











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

dog bites

then lays down

set to rights

his turf the town


but here we come

with a heavy leash

he snarls but cannot run

how soon a reign is finished









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

unloved by all but the few who came up with me

I've learned who and what to trust


and even those who've fallen away

had something to teach


I'm having a lucid moment now

so I can comprehend


what tomorrow may sound like gibberish

or move me again to ire







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

mercy? there is none

love? what's that?

goodness? never had the pleasure


this world is our construct

we do our best to do right

and fatally stumble


when we don't and revelation

an awakening to the hard cold facts












Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I mourn eternity

now that I know

the disposition

of the Proprietor

of Creation


I want nothing more

than to rejoin the All

and that aspiration

will be the very sense of

self that will block and deny me


I mourn the human

condition that ever suffers

and never is forgiven

by our ever inadequate faith








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I'm sorry we are not of a God

who is more proactive

and less hands-off concerning

the aid we need to live


but nothing we do is perfect enough

to amend and to atone and gain grace

not even a graduated approach moves the heartlessness

of a God who is all or nothing


the old saying says "God's Will is our woe"

I wish I were settled enough in my soul

to bear this fatal view of God's so-called

love and wholeness and harmony and goodness


I'm sorry we are of God if this is how it is

where pain and suffering is considered a blessing






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you are at your own mercy

and in your mighty ignorance

you'll worsen your lot

or in your humble wisdom

you'll own up to your harm

and begin amends impossible to realize


at once but no matter how esoteric the lesson

it's still treat yourself and others right and it will return to you







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

kind and foolish

and somehow safe from abuse


maybe there is a measure of grace

protecting the halt and the harried


that our yammering for help from above

doesn't touch because of its insincerity


we who torment the

kind and foolish






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the space we leave when we go from here

can never be filled

but only shoved aside by the space of another being

incoming for its testing of the earth


to anyone still in the world

it will look like the same space

but everywhere you stand opens another portal

then there is no shortage of exits







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

are you fool enough to try to manipulate God?

why do you think when you die you're as far from


your idea of heaven as we here in flesh are?

give it a shot but the only one you're fooling is yourself










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

record your secret thoughts and desires


but if your privacy is violated by one

who claims to love you so 


you'll see how common are the thoughts you share

and you'll be pained by the hypocrisy


of that loved one for using it as a weapon

against you so you finally record that the reason


for love is to destroy you







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

about the hell we make of the world

there is no defence


we forget the Hand that fashioned

this earth


and we forget the Hand that fashioned

each one of us


and why bother addressing what each of us

know or at least suspect


in our minds and hearts? we can justify

no lapses in our attention


but indulge them in selfish despair after all

which sinks us more deeply


into the guilt on us for wrecking every way we could

to heel the hell we make of the world





Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milio.

the simple helping hand-up

the moment of courtesy to another


the good deed unheralded and unrewarded

the recipient who rests in its quiet joy


the love that gives until the vessel is empty

only to pour yet more love


why do we mock these simplest acts mightier than war?

why do we make hash of all that is holy?


what is it about the earth that makes it so hard

to wise up?








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

go tell them I said

life has no beginning and no end


and if they believe it won't be me

they believe but the absolute actuality


of this ultimate reality itself that opened their ears










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

when change happens

it happens

so suddenly and imperceptibly

that it takes years for you

to know it happened









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

so as the daylight fades

you finally know what's for the best


you take all that's yours and go

and leave behind all the rest











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

wrong my whole life

(or misguided at best)


my lessons have sunk in

too late to put into practice


ever does earthly life end

just as we're about to begin


but maybe these lessons flower

elsewhere in these cosmos







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the clear light of the eternal day


what do we in our small decaying skins

know of it but for our own mistaken notions?


close your eyes and see darkness

open your eyes and see light


in your life's brief moment

what more do you need to know?


life is that basic if we let it be







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

under the setting sun

the night creatures begin to stir

their luminous eyes

flashing back your own soul

like mirrors reflecting a flashlight








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

as opportunity arises

grab it and utilize it


each instant is its own eternity

and the chance may not happen again







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

mind becoming more blank by the day

memory merges with immediate living

and forms a picture of my content

as one moment in a brief lifetime








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

HOW LIGHT

how light

the soul feels

when all the

futile trying

of life goes

and one can start

to remember

who one really is








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

TRIAL AND ERROR

trial and error all though life

to learn what death will cut short








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

THE MERCY IN THE JUDGMENT

not until I walked

under the shadow of death

did I finally get

what it meant to be alive


all of ego's will

beginning to fade

in the ruins of it's

miscalculated understanding


and all the good

I suppressed in the name

of ambition's ignorance

revives within the hardened heart and all


I regret is having needed to walk

in death's shadow to remember how to live







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I'm the last one to say

if I'll still be around by Christmas


old friends and loved ones

may have already seen the last of me


and while my memories subsume me

in agonies of all I've done wrong


it is only in dreams that I remember

good times and happy memories


the suffering wasn't all 24/7

there were grace notes that teased the spheres


and never did a time spent in my own room

fail to calm me from the hardships of our Oneness


wherever I wind up so will you

and again we will face the evidence of our loving








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

how quickly life goes when your time is up

healthy and strong one week


and the next week weak and pained

and no strength even to rise


don't disdain this news

you at the peak of your life


your own body will take you down

your own life gone like snow in the sun












Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

YOUR WILL NOT OURS

nothing forestalls

the hounds of hell

the Lord unleashes


He will have His price

even if He must crush and discard

your earnest attempts at amendment


and repentance

forgiveness is one word not in God's vocabulary










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

COOL AND DAMP

deep spring and still winter will not let go









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

so this is how I'm going to die


at the mercy of morons

at the hands of idiots


I'm supposed to love

as my brethren


but this life blinded me

to the supposed holiness we all share


all I see are beggars and whores

and no real humility in them


because they are busy

manipulating guilt in the soft


outlooker who averts his eyes

in guilt and fear


and I will die by these hands








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

nothing is vouchsafed

nothing is granted


you take your shot

and you won't know


if you've made it

until all things pass


and you'll find in amazement

you still have consciousness








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

TOTAL CHANGE?

I didn't realize my death

would take so long

and fix nothing in the long run


but Bauderlaire knew what I was

talking about when he wrote

"man be damned and live"


alright then...let's put this spiritual stuff

to the test and try a total change of mind....







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

CANCER PATIENT IN AMERICA

I will die

of these arrogant bastard's

protocols

before my complaint takes me down


all of them talk like used car salesmen

(God forbid they give you full disclosure)

and their moron staff

forgetting to inform you of your next appointment


(don't even get me started on trying

to talk to your doctor rather than his assistant)

and your prognosis

and guess after a multitude of risk/benefits


poisons disguised as medicine

and I'm reminded how once I said I'd rather die in the street

than in a hospital...I may yet do so....










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

CHAGRIN

with the welcome refreshment of a breeze

comes all the promise of renewal

that a change of season announces


before however it comes you shall freeze

and wish for a hope of withdrawal

while the change rears up to pounce


but when it passes you on your knees

you'll see your fear as a small betrayal

of faith and sulk mildly into the fields of your play


chagrined in the sweet breeze covering your day







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

pliant and accepting

as a saved soul


does the body become

as it gets old


how quickly it falls

when it comes


and all the past

is now your present








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I was thinking about my idea of heaven

run by the raging evil of my own false idol


how sad my consciousness must be to engird

and sustain this poor human constuct








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

DISCUSSION

I tell you the truth

you hear lies


but I disdain my fictions

and you embrace your fact


what translation

satisfies?









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

if I were any happier


I do believe I'd be carried off

on a stretcher


to the savage god who loves me so











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

screaming baby

in the downstairs apartment

(the mother oversensitive

and once requesting

we don't flush the toilet

after 11:00 PM)


she has something else

to keep her up

night and day


ha how sweet


not that I rejoice in my enemy's troubles


but ha how sweet






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito

I'll bet you're sorry

you treated me cheaply

my friend


but your uncompleted

film projects

were just the playing


of a dying man

trying to think he accomplished something








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

day grows darker

colder too

april 6

the missing spring

hides

in the bak

of trees








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

God must have loved at one time

someone must have treated Him

badly enough for Him to be driven

to the hardness that He shows His creation


no wonder no one likes Him

who needs to offer love and be treated like shit

only to be small enough to give it back


but then forgiveness was never His strong point










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

IMBECILES JUST THE WAY GOD LIKES THEM

everybody needs to be led by the hand

no one can think for themselves

(whatever they may think they are about)


why do I waste words on you?

you won't even listen to a wise loved one

preferring to moo in the moonlight


to the one who'll squeeze your teats

and leave them dry while you shout hosannas....








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the fruit of action

is its own reward


enjoy your harvest

before the cold and dark


descends on your table











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

CONDUCT

wills

clean and empty

as machinery

tuned to their function

and heartless

beyond measure


and the noble lies

of cowards and syncophants

making allowance

for these moral-less

psychotics and presuming

to cover all of themselves in judgment


and that is exactly how

judgment destroys us all






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip milito.

MY FINISH LINE

closer I get to my finish line


the more I'm baffled

the more I'm frightened


and yet some bizarre calm

envelopes this anxiety


it's as if a soldier on a firing squad

has made peace with his choices


may he be the one to still me when I cross over






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you have no say over anything


you make your move

and hope for the best


you make your move

and the rest is out of your hands










Content 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

ALL NEW

all new

and

all blue


my life

is

in the home stretch


and I dare not

be a betting man







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

IMPORTANT QUESTION

if daylight savings time

makes people all tired and clumsy


what does it do

to vampires?














Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

THE CURRENT STATE OF THE WORLD

feeling happy?


see a doctor


(or at least

share what you're holding....)














Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

OLD AGE AND ILLNESS

oh the common

complaint unfixable


"oh woe is me

woe is me


I must ask my bowels

permission to leave


the house"


well at least there is the old Kao....







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

APRIL FOOL'S DAY

just how is

this day

different

from any other?















Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

NOTHING MORE YOU COULD DESIRE

love

as unknowable

as the One Itself

is all that holds us together


let

love not die out

not the One abandon us


let us be strong and obedient

to the Unknown

as it girds us all


in the love

we will not fully comprehend

as long as we stay fallen


love is the One

and is all that holds us together









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

there's so much I wish to tell you

but of course in this instant


words fail and my mind is blank

but in your desperate moments


you will say the same

no confession clean enough


to beg for grace or set anything right

there's so much I wish to tell you


but the silence says it all







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I'm not in a rush to get to any ultimate judgment

there's no need


it's enough my reckoning pulls me to a judgment

like a black hole drawing me in


any dimensions after that

is the guesswork of limited minds


all I know is I'm a stretching stream

flowing into the unknown









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

in the relativity of our private universes

we find truth is not so absolute


but a basic universal Reality is the measure

that no world could refute






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

BONEYARD OF EARTH

this time in the world

suffers no repentance


earth-bound souls

will try to drag you down


into their hells

but to disaffiliate yourself


from this will be your only path

out of the boneyard of earth








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

YOU WANT SO MUCH

you want so much to see me pay

for my sins while you think you're blameless

in all of this downfall


but I needn't wish curses on you

or damn some kind of revenge

none of that is our business


and we all get what's coming to us

maybe you should want so much to correct yourself








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

BALANCE ZERO

"a promise made is a debt unpaid"

so said Robert W. Service


considering the karmic debt crushing me

it makes me kinda nervous


one way or another

that debt will be wiped clean


but every vow I failed to fulfill

will remind me of what it means








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

failure teaches us

humility or rage


often we're torn

by both


but no magic sign

will teach anyone


which lesson is best

or whether we've learned anything at all










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you are like a god


you demand love and adoration

and utter subservience


demand mercy and forgiveness


that you would never show

to anyone else

and you will pay greatly


to the god who watches you

trying to usurp his place









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I would have grace and forgiveness and peace

but God and my fellow creatures

are having none of it


when God Itself seems more deadly

than any idea of 'Satan' we could hold


then to whom do we bring what good

we possess? we have only ourselves (like souls)

let it begin and end there if need be








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

seize your moment

and don't let go


see those who refused

and now have nothing to show


seize your moment and bash

low-grade brains


and keep at it until not one

shred of their evil remains








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I'm not afraid to die


but discovering the nature

of God's Reality


I admit it does take all the joy

out of living







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

in answer to a previous posting:


this is why I keep writing


as long as the evil scumbags

who'd rule this world onto death

insist on dragging us down

with them into their hells


there will be those who'll stand up to them

and we won't stop until they've been eliminated





Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

HOLDING YOUR NOSE AND THROWING THE LEVEL

I have it on good authority

God

being the Arch Conservative


is voting for Trump


I'd rather Feel the Bern

maybe not be practical

but then it's about time we violated


and overturned murderous Reality







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

the Divine Plan

is a monstrosity

that crushes the very

moral choice of each soul

even as it demands it


now do you see why people

go mad and this god has no forgiveness

or goodness for even a tiny drop of mercy?










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I crushed a bug today


I felt bad


I wanted to kill a self-absorbed asshole

walking (stumbling) along

with his blank face glued

to his iPhone as if he'd go insane

if he did have contact with his own kind


I feel angry and was sorry I had not

means or opportunity to kill this worthless

ambulatory pile of god-shit


the bug was wholly innocent


the asshole and his generation is not








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

every time I do a good deed

I wind up regretting it to the depths of my soul


you leeches you "meek who'll inherit the earth"

you stinking con artists can go

milk the consciences of the faux holy


you bastards deserve each other

like flies and turds

and not even getting the best of that






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

WHAT IT SADLY AND MISERABLY IS

what's up people?


you need a daily fix

to keep you hypnotized?

you need fresh delivery

of stuff you'll never begin

to comprehend?


I don't give a fuck

what the Grand Design demands

let other whimpering assholes

beg for their imaginary lives


you are the problem

and damn what divine command

insists I love you like brothers and sisters


you self-abusing traitors







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

GOODNESS

goodness is best served

when people unconsciously

do right no matter whatever else

they think they're about....










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

AT LAST THE BULB LIGHTS

why do I bother to write or talk?

why do I waste my words at all


when my time is running out

and I'm so happy to have it do so?









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

yes the world is more of a hell than ever


but what can you do but suffer it

or give up your moral direction


to pick a side and hope you don't forget

what ideal drove you to war in the first place?


oh unknown hidden One who knows all we can't

is there mercy in the judgment?


will all be well and all matter of thing be well?








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

you can only know better

once you've done wrong


with a contrast of 'good' or 'bad'

or 'before' or 'behind'


there'd be no definition

in the world and that seems necessary


to find where you are

in the Infinite







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

EXCHANGE

what you steal from me

will evaporate into nothingness


but what I give you

will last forever (and I mean forever)







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

take your measure and be patient


you may be forgiven but it is no free gift

you'll have to earn it like you do


for everything else you do in life

give up your childish mythologies


or you'll wind up needing to be

forgiven for that also


take your best shot and leave it be






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

in the morning you'll wake up

and you'll feel something different


your world will still look the same

but the feeling will not be same


this is how new ages sneak in

under our self-conscious ideas


and all you meet will not understand you

nor you them but each will swear their truth is firm


and you and they will learn the hard way how wrong that notion












Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

AHHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I'm free and I'm not

I love but I don't

grace like love

is impossible to attain


while this 'god'

is so business with its lack

of mercy and forgiveness

while his lackeys praise


this monster as love and goodness


oh yes it's on us and we cripple ourselves

endlessly trying to appease


these false idols that we all erect

in the name of our bitter ignorance and self-hatred


and all of us are free and all of us are not






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

STOP TALKING ABOUT GOD

let's stop talking about God

(I swear I'm doing my best)


our salvation is in our own hands

we make the best choice in our moment


of action and do what we must

then it's out of our hands


let the God prove how impartial it is

in forgiving (though we'll never know it


until the end of Creation when we realize

we still have consciousness


and we made it back to eternity in this 'godly' force

but in the meanwhile it is best not to talk of "God"


it only brings out the worse in us

and blocks our sad egos from liberation from our worldly illusions








Content (c) 2008-2016Philip Milito.

we are all naked in the glaring light


some hide their privates in shame

while others strut as if they were gods


but all are just so much meat in the eyes of the One








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

we saw it coming

this collapse of the world

currently taking down

all good souls who trusted

and must now trust

their aspiration was pure

and not a self-serving scheme

to evade the end we are part of....







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I race the moon to be where I've already been

the memories that are my being

making me wistful in that time of review

when all was fresh and supported an illusion of newness








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

love means nothing where there is no love


it doesn't save

it doesn't triumph


it just seeps out of our wounds

as the cold comfort


all sacred texts exalt and soothes only ourselves

in the moment of wounding


like begets like and that is hard to surmount

unless you try to become the Law


by breaking it and there is the most dangerous part

of your ongoing journey


there everything fallen will pile up at your feet

and you'd need that superhuman strength to ascend


to be love itself where there is none








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

no one recognizes himself

in the mirror of his deceit


so when he's called out

he misses his chance and that is

the measure of his defeat








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

sometimes I know better

sometimes I forget and fuck up


and have to start all over again

why is it so hard to remember


the right thing to do in the yammering

clamor of desire gone wrong


and right intent that goes even more wrong

in amends that do not survive divine punishment?







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I rest after a busy day of frustration

and trying to get the world to cooperate


you'd think after all these years I'd know better

all those who claim to love me so much


also take turns trying to twist my nuts off

with some grubby little hands


love is hard love is bitter in case you haven't found out

ah but you have and that's why you stumble in pain


just like I do....








Content (c) 2008-2106 Philip Milito.

I believe nothing

and I believe everything


I hurt so much

becuase I was open to so much


I can't complain for my pain

but that's alright


everybody knows everything

but nobody knows anything






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

USER'S MANUEL

no I'm not particularly happy

but nor am I sunk in gloom beyond saving


I accept the whole catalog of grief that is

a person's interior users manual


and I can't kick because I didn't write it

you know "not my will be Thine"


if the Almighty wants it this way

who am I to go on trying to please?


I tweak this and I slam that

and the damn contraption sputters back to service







Content (c) 2008-2106 Philip Milito.











Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

oh I'm not stopping here

where past and future grind on the eternal instant of now


I don't know when I'll be called beyond

maybe tomorrow maybe twenty years from now


but I'm not stopping here

I can't


I can only do what I have to do until the bitter end

and even afterward maybe not so bitter but the same journey








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

YET ANOTHER MOMENT IN ETERNITY

god how I miss drugs

and strippers

and long philosophical talks

about God and Nietzsche

that took us passed the dawn

into an early morning coffee shop

for egg and potato breakfasts

and continuous chatter about the grinding

iron and diamond cogs in the heavenly

machinery of the deep cosmic skies

while early workmen came in

still shaking sleep from their eyes


all of us cogs in that divine dynamo

while a deeper silence cradled us all






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

ANTICIPATION

we stand together before a dark threatening sky

like the famous Magritte painting


wholly in fear and wholly in expectancy

frozen in the eternal moment of revelation








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I trusted that our amends would make a difference

and maybe it does in some long-term scheme

of grace coming to your service in some future incarnation here


but for the immediacy of life here in the world

it as though every good deed matters not

in some booby trap doing you in


yes I trusted but then what can you really expect

from someone who can spit and miss the ground?









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

ASPIRED TO A PARADISE

you think you know better

than anyone else

what's fair and what's fowl


well don't go preening too grossly

you will find yourself

down on the killing floor


evaluated like the other cattle

who thought they aspired to a paradise










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

DON'T KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT IT BUT I THINK REALITY SUCKS

we're a long way from

some Ultimate Judgment

but it can still arrive

in a flash


meantime God will give you

plenty of rope

and plenty of opportunities

to fail







Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

so we stumble through life

two by two

with no idea through all the strife

what it is we should do


hold to the deadly course and maybe

we're forgiven and maybe we're not

at the Great Culmination then we'll see

what it is we've lost and what we've still got








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

ONE HEARTLESS HEART TO RULE THEM ALL

little left to demonstrate

in the way of repentance


plead with the universe

and find there's no forgiveness


you pay your price to divine vengeance

and in your unmerciful suffering


find your sin erased and if you don't believe me

look at Jesus on the Cross









Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

THE HARDEST LESSON

you knit your chain of consequence

one terrible link at a time

and you wear it like a coat of arms

while you live in the earth


but it will bog down your soul

when death releases you

then will it be the drag that holds you back

a king of the world reduced to a humbled penitent


but you never learned sufficiently

that the least are the greatest

that humility is the only thing

that will keep you to your track onward


to other forms of repentance

and other opportunities to free yourself






Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

OH MY LOVE

oh my love

the things we do to defeat love


but our tiny fatal ignorance

is all that keeps us from some paradise


I will love you surely

no matter how things end up


maybe it's better to say we will endure

when we let love defeat us








Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

I will work as hard as I can to defeat myself


(granted that's not such a hard feat)

but the divisive self is the plague we all suffer


and all of us lie down and cry










Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

SOMETHING TO MOURN

something to mourn after all


you live your life and give it your best

and after all the damage done


you still cry for a miracle that won't save you










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GIVEN AND LOST

we were given streets lined with gold

and we tarnished the damn things


we were given pure flowing streams

and we pissed in them regularly


we were given the chance to redeem ourselves

and we failed every test


we were given Life in Its eternal abundance

and we choose death every time








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BAD END

choked from behind

by the ties that bind









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DISDAIN OF LOVE

I hold your heart in my hands

and burn them with your rage


I never know what I've done wrong

there's a part of me that never understands


that the disdain of love grows strong

as we come to close to engage


the fire that invites your abandoning mystery

while I know you live to do this to me









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THE SPEECH

yeah I know

I can sympathize


it played so well

in your head


then you opened your mouth

and let it out


and you and your audience

wondered WTF?


thus are the silent perceived

to be wise


and so they are for knowing

a little mystique goes far


in not disappointing others

by showing what they really are








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where I live

a circus is going on

every minute

of every day


I live in the earth

and clowns and trapeze artists

tumble and fly

over yawning faces


everyone who lives

lives here

and we acknowledge

each other (mostly)


and those who die of the world

often miss the laughs

when they move on

carrying a piece of side show merriment


into the unknown beyond the tent

I live here but I admit

there is much I'll miss

when when this particular


show of my life is over







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AND WE ARE ON OUR WAY

here I go

here goes all of you too

the eternity for which we hunger

is always what it is


our salvation is on us

the better we treat each other

without kowtowing to some evil idea of God in our minds

the sooner we will be free to live in Reality as It actually is






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MY MEDS

my meds are kicking in


whatever lack of mercy God may possess

He at least allows you to be at drugged peace


think not of 'god' as such

God is life itself and it is on you to do the right thing


and if you're forgiven you'll only know it by still

having consciousness and being there such as that may be


do the right thing...and keep those meds handy...life is indeed hell....









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EXHAUSTED YET AGAIN

my anger is exhausted

at last I am empty of all my error

including worshiping a false idol

of God as being merciful and good and full of love


empty means whatever sins I must pay for

at least I woke up to Reality

I just never knew how insufferably painful

it would wind up being....







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slowly I am fading from this world


at last Lord I have reason to praise you










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waiting for God is like waiting for an unfaithful lover

treachery and betrayal


and all the crap of it hoisted on you....






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I'm empty and ready to die and leave this horrible sojourn


so why does God keep me here?

what worse does this wicked deity want from me or all of us?


never ready to lift a finger to help us

but ever ready to damn and destroy us?


God damn the whole issue

ignore God and do what you know is right


and if God is so level when it comes to  damning or forgiving


you'll find out only by knowing you're still alive in eternity....






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WHAT COULD BE WORSE....

what could be worse than a phase change of history?


what's good is bad and what's bad is good

and humanity once again blows it big time


there will be no 'Kingdom of God' established

in the world...all we do is pass through this phase...this sojourn...


and the heartless unforgiving 'god' will yet call the shots...

let a new generation make it's mess...they too will pay


and damn our Oneness where only one asshole is enough


to drag the rest of us down....





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THE LAST WORD

thank you...thank you...I've calmed down...

but it changes nothing...

America is dead and gone

and 'god' alone knows what bullshit will replace it...


you fools...you unmitigated unforgivable fools...

you take the weak down into your hells...

then let all of you suffer it...

thank you...thank you...I've calmed down...but so what?


'god' has the last word...and we might all of us be dead....







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GOODBYE AMERICAN ASSHOLES

well you all got what you wanted


America has become a fascist outpost

and you low-grade morons will suffer accordingly


and blame everyone else but yourself for the misery

you'll reap


let God...that alleged force of love and wholeness and good...

let God turn away from the carnage...as He always does...


life in the world is a punishment of this so-called 'god'

suffer...you intractable assholes...suffer


but know that you will be opposed...we will go out

of our ways to kill you all...and let your evil 'god' turn 'his' back


even on you all...

the gall...I have to forgive the asshole who puts his blade to my throat


on behalf on your psychotic notions of self...damn you all and your blood-soaked hands....






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I'm ready for nothing


perhaps that's for the best


it keeps the hands empty

for what will fill the heart







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sounding depths like a bat in the night

only to come out the other side

hearing silent spheres like a dove in sunlight








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ADVICE

Do not rejoice too soon; what’s good at first will wilt with time, while what you would think of as bad could be the life-saving peace worthy of your silent praise.

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ALL ONE, EH?

the thought of us all being One in God

sickens me

how much strength do I need

to look at a fool struggling and have

compassion for him

because I've struggled likewise

rather than hate him for dragging down

all the rest of us in our cumbersome Oneness?


then multiply that fool by a hundred million

and not realize what a sordid sad world in which we find

ourselves as if the fool will keep dragging us down

and all our alleged God will do is turn His back

and weep for us? is being sickened by creation as is

an automatic fail or another way to amend and atone?








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QUEENS ARE SOOOO TIRESOME

do you expect a warm welcome

after all the shit you've pulled?

you don't go demanding obeisance

as if you were some queen

you don't oppress somebody

because they refused to worship you

you can open your arms wide but all

you'll embrace is an image of yourself

that fades as soon as it is touched....







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THE FACT OF REALITY

oh it won't really matter

after a few thousand years


who was right or wrong

about this or that


in fact it doesn't matter now


the work of redemption is continuous

and is on all of us whether we return to

God is up to each of us









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THE PASSAGE

new hordes

of old proclivities

having their day

like all before them


trying to reach up

into the sky

to choke the sun

willing to destroy


the world in the name

of their madness


a strange comfort in the continuity

as it is hard for you to witness your life


and the world you came up in

die away together









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AMERICAN EMPIRE

heartbeats fading in the western world

the american empire is finally falling

brought down by its own insufferably

vain and stupid citizenry


it was bound to happen eventually

there never was any golden age of principled

compromise for the good of all

every swing of the pendulum


delivered an agenda good enough

to raise the ire of its opponents

until compromises were nothing more

than weak treaties to allow foes to regroup


democracy never quite took hold here

and now america takes its place in the waste of history






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MAKE YOUR BED

make a bed of your lands

dress yourself in memory

the joy and the sorrow

to assuage  your vanity


then lie down to your anxiety

how the crossing over will be

before the light goes

you will draw still with a folding of hands








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