of contemplation
none of the grief
we cause ourselves
registers as anything
but a passing mental
disturbance because
we mistook some craven
desire as peace....
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Saturday, April 5, 2014
so I'm stuck with some soft over-refined
control-freak neurotic
who thinks a real moment of anguished expression
is some kind of out-of-control raving
no comprehension or sympathy
but self-denials measured in tonnage
and her pig-headedness will brook no opposition
sweet times have passed and we've reached our decline
(age and exhaustion as much a part of the mix
as a final throwing up of hands saying "enough!")
so ignore all your own afflictions
as your own will stumbles and meanders
whatever good we did ourselves seems past effectiveness
you're tired of my rawness and I've had it with your slanders....
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control-freak neurotic
who thinks a real moment of anguished expression
is some kind of out-of-control raving
no comprehension or sympathy
but self-denials measured in tonnage
and her pig-headedness will brook no opposition
sweet times have passed and we've reached our decline
(age and exhaustion as much a part of the mix
as a final throwing up of hands saying "enough!")
so ignore all your own afflictions
as your own will stumbles and meanders
whatever good we did ourselves seems past effectiveness
you're tired of my rawness and I've had it with your slanders....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
YET ANOTHER GOD-DAMNED DREAM I COULDN'T COMPREHEND
I had a dream where I was driving through
a narrow way through two small outcroppings of rock
and as I emerged a man and a woman were moving an open gate
on the right side of the way that seemed like a scripted portal
and I stopped suddenly because the way ahead was down
a steep rocky decline that would have been the ruin of me and the car
to the right was a path overgrown with flowers and grass
sun-soaked in a soft blaze that would have been easy to navigate
but I thought it would take to long to get where I wanted to go
so I looked to my left and saw a rocky road
with shattered glass like broken beer bottles littering the way
too many shards to clear away to travel upon
and I awoke and had no idea what the portents were
since every move I've ever made seemed to be the wrong one....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
a narrow way through two small outcroppings of rock
and as I emerged a man and a woman were moving an open gate
on the right side of the way that seemed like a scripted portal
and I stopped suddenly because the way ahead was down
a steep rocky decline that would have been the ruin of me and the car
to the right was a path overgrown with flowers and grass
sun-soaked in a soft blaze that would have been easy to navigate
but I thought it would take to long to get where I wanted to go
so I looked to my left and saw a rocky road
with shattered glass like broken beer bottles littering the way
too many shards to clear away to travel upon
and I awoke and had no idea what the portents were
since every move I've ever made seemed to be the wrong one....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
EACH ONE OF US
all the vows of trust and faith
and words of love so easily used
will tarnish even the staunched heart
and leave the devoted mind confused
and nowhere can a pledge be safe
unless those who forge it stand firm
if it be false from the very start
then it no love can confirm
I swore to you an endless love
and it is for us an endless love
no matter to whom we stand in relation
what is ours is ours alone
from first fresh start to its culmination
we all are true and we are all our own....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
and words of love so easily used
will tarnish even the staunched heart
and leave the devoted mind confused
and nowhere can a pledge be safe
unless those who forge it stand firm
if it be false from the very start
then it no love can confirm
I swore to you an endless love
and it is for us an endless love
no matter to whom we stand in relation
what is ours is ours alone
from first fresh start to its culmination
we all are true and we are all our own....
Content (c) 2008-2014 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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