be grateful that

you can have

no occasion

to occupy

more ground

than on which you stand

be grateful

you can only

fill that particular spot...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

I'd as soon turn and walk away

from every hardship with which

you've burdened me

I've grown stronger under the weight

and pressure

and the heart no longer pumps in a panic

I'd easily glide away

with all discussion ended

what would I lose?

What would I have to fear?

each person carries another's death

within them we assassins stalking ourselves

time thought time to deliver

a gift too late or

a chance whose instant has passed

to each other

as on twilit evenings

we experience the passing faces

on the concourse

seeking out the recipient

under the glow of streetlights

presenting (perpetually)

with each unique clamor met

I'd as soon go there now but won't

for chance of ruining it

I can as well stay on track with

as many hellos as goodbyes in abundance

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

oh the things we do

to keep peace

that cost us our peace

my tongue is bleeding

from been bitten

every time a moron

exercises his right

to be a moron

yes everybody has their right

that's the sin and the shame of it

I'd rather be broken

than bow to the vainglory

that is the puny effort

to keep peace

and praises what hurts us most...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

my gal and I are careening

down some metaphoric highway

loving between the stop-gaps of calamity

that are moments of the world

where one good day is paid for

by twenty bad ones

we greet some fellow travelers

flip the bird to others

but always moving forward

we don't dare stop

lest the world leave us behind

in its insane processes

and our journey toughens

to just that degree

we all careen down that unpredictable road

grip the sides of the bed children

that rocking may be your passion

but more than likely

it is just the contours of a rocky road

asserting themselves

just when you thought the coast was clear

and 'forever' was the destination at which

you had finally arrived

regards from me

and from my forever girl

regards and regrets and a helping hand where possible

and all of it

in a greater hand than ours

see you at some truck stop down the line

eating greasy food and swapping tall tales...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

to hell with Camelot

I myself am thoroughly wondering

what the Queen is doing tonight...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

my new 'forever girl'

is the same as my old one

that is how multitudinous

her facets

all things to all others

but everything to me...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

all this traveling just to go nowhere

because all journeys begin in the mind

and end at the destination we have dreamed for ourselves

and all that transpires between those personal nodes

just enacting the whole quest in Reality beyond Time

which is now

all this traveling with nowhere to go

and everywhere to be...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.