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When I was a new seminarian
I had a favorite parish priest mentor
who told me the best way to die
is while having an ******.
I wasn't sure if I could ask
why he was so exclamatory sure
of his nakedly compromising position.
I did not really know him all that well,
although he seemed to be a swell up kind of Father.
Perhaps I looked a bit nervous
because he hastened to reassure me
the reason he is enamored of orgasms,
of peak experiences,
is because they transcend our cognitive dualities
in-between polyamorous Eros
and polytheistic Agape.
Orgasms are ecstatic climatic events,
warm full-bodied memories
of mindbody interdependence,
of holistic cooperative economic enlightenment
and political empowerment within
every organ and cell,
muscle and happy little ego-subsystem
groaning out this profoundly universal Yes!
with both LeftBrain audio-visual ethos compassion
and RightBrain universally uniting
neurosensory climate of eros pleasure.
I didn't know what to say to this bicameral-sexual therapy.
But, if this is an option for how to die,
it does sound like the only ecstatic one I have ever heard.
So I said that.
And then my mentor suggested I go home
and practice
living that same way.
Interesting,
how orgasms struggle through rhapsodic space
while dying struggles against too-fast insufficient time.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension
the music of the nymphs will take you higher than the stars
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
In A Silent Way
You just walked away ,
in a cool silent way.
My Mind is churning.
My Heart is burning.
Bring back my amour,
that sense of tremor.
Life has turned a burden,
as you left all on a sudden.
As you have gone, life is dark.
Can't view a single spark.
Life is like an empty canvas
or to study without syllabus.
Why have you loved me, Dear !
My earnest call, can’t you hear ?
Please be back, please be back.
Don’t leave me in mid-track !
Lost my love and lost you.
Life passing without hue.l
Life is void, life is bare.
Ruthless truth! Hard to bear.
If my way could be the route,
Hope will be my companion
Walk through invisible shadows
Away from this watered tension
Cut ties with power of darkness,
That has blinded my vision,
And that continues to haunt my soul
Making me live with fear and doubt
Without means to explore spiritually;
If I could have my way,
I will go out to the hills
Find what the wind has been doing,
Since we met in the festival;
So if I could have my way,
I will go for sometime, to the deepest ocean
Hoping to acquire valuable lesson
Something to resurrect my soul,
Become resourceful once again
Able to sing and dance for my Lord
Call His name with joy in my heart
And talk of His glory to the world
If it’s one thing Catholics know about its hope
God’s love for us
His infinite mercy gives us hope
Living in an imperfect world
However
Can overshadow hope with doubt
Fear
Depression
Anger
Jealousy
All manner of negative thinking
Without hope though,
we can drift far from Eternal God and the path to Heaven
Try these ideas to resist negative thinking and hold onto hope
Stay alert: Be watchful for the first signs of negative thoughts
So you can crush them before they can take root.
Shake it loose: Do something to disrupt the negative image or
Thought
Snap a rubber band on your wrist
picture a brick wall, say
“STOP” out loud
Replace it: Instead of dwelling on the negative thought
Replace it with a prayer, an image of yourself in a peaceful place
The face of Father Christ Jesus
Mother Mary
Your favorite saint
Move on: Resume normal activities as soon as possible.
Give thanks: Thank Eternal God that He always gives us another
chance to get things right
The bachelor sits alone
eating his microwaved dinner
the commercials say they're tasty
but he begs to differ.
tonight, its pot roast and beans
for dessert, a lousy brownie
honestly, I wouldn't serve this to the jailbirds
locked up at county.
They're cheap and easy to fix
or so they say
comes complete with a sheet of plastic
encased in a collectible tin tray
the advertising is clever
using words like low fat and carb free
but can someone please explain
what is a vegetable medley?
The bachelor unhappy with the evening's cuisine
grabs a book and takes a pill
it's for insomnia
not the kind to give you a thrill
shortly, the words are running together
the pill is doing its job
in a few more years
its teeth in a glass
and no more corn on the cob
The bachelor accepts
that he's challenged in cooking
and frozen nutrition will have to suffice
but what he can't understand
is why it takes him a half an hour
to cook a bag of minute rice.
I see darkness; coldness; an abyss. I feel cold; lonely; and fear. I know not of how I am able to change my current course in the sea of indifference. My oars are but a shell of the person I used to be. My boat is a hollowed out soul. The fear I feel is irrational, but it’s my truth. My anchor is the pain of my anguished self. The water I float on is the tears that I can’t cry and hold within. My destination is unknown but not worth the trip. My navigation equipment is the smile of yours that I will never be able to obtain.
Does the course make the person or does the person make the course? Will we ever know until we get there? Is the pain of life worth the trip? When does one know when the trip is even over? When we die? Is it before our death? Is it after our death? Does it even matter? Why do we make impossible plans for our future, when our present needs the most tending? How can I allow one person dictate how I choose to course my voyage? Not anymore.
I tried to hold on to you with whatever strength I had. I don’t have the strength any longer. Now you are nothing more than debris in the river I am forging. Your opinion is like a drop of water in the midst of the ocean I have taken my voyage on. The tides are lower everyday because I no longer cry over you. There is nothing left for me to do, but to ride on my present course, and to find my true inner self. My course has been changed. My navigation set anew. Now my course shall be whatever I choose. No longer will it be what I think you would have me choose. Never again, will you be my tugboat. I am my own ship now!
To turn away from something loved ;
can damage ones own heart,
many prayers to heaven above,
Is where I had to start....
Defeated by ones own choice ,
to want a loving life;
has met its match for me,
with that first Bride ; my wife....
I have reached deep down inside ,
and tried so many things;
to overcome my sadness ,
Is where my poetry rings ....
Two sons I was parted from ,
because a Mothers true intention;
was to chew up men she encountered,
later with no mention....
A heartless ,
led by her Mother;
who was evil inside out,
should have killed them both,
and did the 20 years no doubt....
My concern was my boys did need ,
a loving family member ,
every month and all year long,
so a good life they'd rememebr ....
shot to the wayside ,
she only cared for only one;
if not for the Grandmother ,
these boys lives would have been done....
So run away you ,
your evil side has shown,
from dancing at Pandoras ;
to know being all alone ...
An eye for an eye, this is what he hears
An eye for an eye, this is the penalty that he bears
There was no way he could escape it even though
He denies it the murderer’s voice kept ringing
In his ears and he carries this sorrow for twenty three years
She could not bear to look at his face or even hear his name
A love that has turned violent and disturbed the human race
Took her parents life before their appointed time
And forced her to run for her life or she too would have
Paid the bounty sacrifice but mercy was in her favor when
She escaped from his side or she too would have died
An eye for an eye his days were numbered,
An eye for an eye his hour was getting closer
His quest for clemency was thrown out the door
And the Pope could not save his soul
Murder! the voice kept shouting above his head
Murderer! In hell you shall dwell!
He turned around to see who was there
But no one was there except the voices in his head
And the firing squad marching towards him
The end was coming soon and he made the
Last push to escape from the prison of doom
The firing squad lined out before him
And bullets rained in his chest and voice
In his head was silent blood soaked the bed
And the doctor pronounced him dead
What a cruel way to die, when all hopes
Are wrapped up in the skies,
When a cruel way to die when the law
Has not given him a Bligh,
When a sword for a sword is thrown out
The door, the death penalty will be no more
What a cruel way to die!
(The Appian Way was the main highway leading south
from ancient Rome. It still exists today, and is a beautiful
stretch of peaceful, traffic-free road, surrounded by Roman
tombs and umbrella pines. The following is my English
version of a sonnet by the Italian poet, Alfonso Gatto.)
Night everlasting scurries to the trees
in silence. Cold, the roadway mourns its dead,
who lie in these green verges. Sounds have fled
through air which is harmonious, at ease.
As dawn comes up, the far blue Alban Hills
swim into view through slender cypresses,
and water gurgles in its sad recesses.
Sweet place to sleep, despite the morning chills.
Here, breathe in the sweep of history.
Just ponder who has passed along these stones!
The white wind thrumming from the Tyrrhenian Sea
blows dry from Africa, exposing bones
of senators and slaves. This sacred ground
feels special, with so many dead around.