THE ENTITY GIVES IN

what I have found I give away

there is no love I have today

but only the tired acceptance of pain

that is totally the world's domain

*

I love being alive

I love having consciousness

but how can one love the world

without the strength of a lion?

how can one love the love

when one is old and totally played

and one's time is past

and one has had one's day?

*

you are tired

you are true

but in a world without mercy

you are surely through

*

how much I loved the things I've loved

but I'd give nothing to do them again

I possess them in my very soul

those days are with me and will never go...

*

if Life is continuous and the quest goes on

and all the past has been accounted for

up to this very instant

then to renew my quest

I must go deeper

and start from there

the clean slate requiring many wipes

*

what ensues

I'll wait patient to discover

I'm in no rush

there's no hurry to the always now

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

all hopes flourish in the absence of certainty

so we fill our time with the very notions

that hinder our quests

because grace is not so openly and insistently manifest

as we were lead to believe it is

and though hope be false and our knowledge a travesty

of truth yet are we not to desist

yet are we to persevere in the absence of all certainty

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

Ava

bored soulmate in the back seat of the limo

and little too 'too' in your ennui

you also cannot stand engagements set in some unspecific future

you also could spend weeks alone in your room

tired of all who would keep you in some confining relationships

when all you want or need is your freedom to be

if I were the man I used to be

I'd've taken you aside for a night of exquisite pleasure

and deep ruminations on the nature of shit in the world

but being old and beyond that I smile to think

in another life we may meet and compare notes

and I'd have the chance to love you

and know you would always come back to me

because I would set no chains on you...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

the relativity of truth

will ever divide us in the earth

what one man treasures another will spurn

and the sad facts will show

how one could have come to clean resolution

had one not participated in the tangle of facts

that uphold the laws

that make a whore of justice

if you want support for your hatreds

then by all means slander the truth

with the cold idiot facts of worldly functions

even then you'll find a reason to grouse and complain

that's what you get for facing the facts

that's what you get for denying your truth...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

never trust the facts

facts often have little to do with truth

(let's let go of the reality

of the relativity of truth for the moment...)

facts could condemn you because

they are only results and never give

an indication of the truth from which they spring

i.e. the circumstantial evidence

the easy need of the world to find a head that must roll

for their sense of justice (read: vengeance)

never trust facts

even if they support your case

because facts can be manipulated

and truth is ever inscrutable and incomprehensible

and therefore hated

because it will not cooperate with the scheming ignorance

of human mendacity and hunger for retribution

if you try to walk in truth

(even if you fail in trying to walk in truth)

beware of the facts

they have little to do with truth

as your reliance on them will show you ruefully...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

a storm abating as it moves offshore

and the emerging sun lighting the rainbow spray

in the sky above the shoreline

the battered heart beats more easily

the shredded nerves lie in their grooves

the wearied mind is vacant as its pain fades slowly

and all peace is a phase change between surges of process

always back to the beach in the stillness

pulled to the sand's edge like the tug of the tide

as it settles in for its short spell of stasis

always the ending that begins again all momentum

as we're called back to where we started

the new storm forming quietly in the churning water

the next rest fortified in this one...this dappled singular one...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.

it has all led up to this instant

the history of creation reaches this apotheosis

but it is not the end

it is never the end

until the Ineffable itself calls it so

we continue

like it or not

and if we have not awaken by then...well...

let it be so

that we have

awakened...

Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.