so

much

to

explain

and

nothing

you

would

want

to

hear

about...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

unfortunately for the

overly-sensitive soul

memory is the content

of the soul and no experience

is ever lost--so when we lose

our way forward

all we can do is fall back on

everything that brought us to this point--

even if we didn't get

what we thought we wanted--

and this hurts the most--

the gaping hole where a want--a need--

a love that should have been

was not--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

there is little left to hate you for...

you pulled your shit

and I pulled mine--

and here is what I love the most...

you're stuck in your shit

and I'm free from mine

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

two incomplete portions

joined in one imperfect lie--

we don't know anything

but our side of the tale

(and even then--not always)

but oh we only know

what we know--which is

nothing at all---

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

screw the ones who wouldn't take me

and fuck the ones I couldn't have--

it's only the love that finally came

that gives me strength to dismiss these damned assholes--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

I am at a loss to say

what one way or the other

will lead me to--

but then I'm not beholden

to the urgings of

good decent folk--

those murderous maws

yammering for security

without whom no tyrant

can triumph--

I have nothing with them

but the same yawning void--

and these sad pronouncements

of sorrow and of pride

are merely my way

of ruining the air--

finding (there is no negative value)

what I am at a loss to say--

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

this is how we say good bye here on earth--

always with the notion

that we will just be gone a few minutes

and will be right back--

how many said that

not knowing until later

that who you told 'see ya later'

has gone--died--moved--is ashamed--hates you--

and lifetimes yet before some ultimate reunion...

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.