The War Dead ... In The Head !

iô rénasco fellow-shippers : war-ning !

...

this is the war that will not be won ...
& not because nobody really wants it to ;
the war in every humAtomic halfway human head ...
whose only vital center is our very blood !

demonic driving backwards to the raw
pre-speaking silences all up-side-down ...
it's in our head , this endless war ,
our hearts like armies & their mortal gates !

if poetries had ever been alive-or-dead ,
its first authentic "barashyt..." loved
the total sounds without whatever "means" ;
kindly while infants transformed into our mouths .

& now's a good a time as ever for gratitudes
for those entire holes that constitute the live
time - passing too ! - bluffully truly useless .
there is no war - without unholy fear of death .

the greatest master however did say it such :
"i believe in the reaLigion of love ..." ; while
his SUFY brother Rumy The Afghan said :
"come , come , a 1000 times ... come !"

& let the prayers GO out that paradise
be abolished ... hell is but the butt-end
of nowhere-else-to-GO ... that only
the genuinely unique reconciliations operate .

for seven years of nearly night - though
Dawn , like the "Sea , Pop , never far !" ;
the old joke of an i-land , & alone really
with loneness , has been my states & station .

"a thousand forms of mind ... & "i never said
that the two were One !..." & every million
Words of 'Attar - a pioneer in TODAY'S needed
Book , the ANTHOLOGIES - make ! ... realities .

no force in reaLigion signifies exactly that :
where power dominates no "Alastu...?" occurs ;
mountains are not moved nor clouds burst ...
merely the human spine WITH Conscience !

& the suffering , the illnesses , old aging & dying
have illustrated , let's say from Gautama Buddha ,
through Gandhi , Mandela , Krishnamurti & the Daläi Lama ,
situational terror & the povety of spirit always with us ...

& of course "the Rose is without Why..." , brother
Angelus ; & Albert The Great was born standing-up ...
& Martin Luther King Jr. , Robert Kennedy , Prince
John Lennon , Amir Sahib Massoud (Ingrid !?) saved

their merited rest & recreations as much as the corpses
of the kids in Darfour , er ... did : to defend the honor
of the humAtomic heart "Rabbi-kum... Bala , shahidna !"
their earth was a visit a mission a job-of-work - harmony .

& no one EVER wins ; being born is already losing
the complete conglomeration miracle & mystery
of entirely the total "kitten-Qaboodle" ... & often
a noise of tears & never seemed remembered , wow !

the iô rênasco fellow-shippers , the fernando pessoa
poetry parliament , the Amir Sahib "jawanmardan" clans
of protection , redressment & search for essential
harmonic existence twixt humans ... have said : "Yes !"

the authentic philopena of poets idots & the sufy .


- llorenzo gusto -




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