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Sanctuaire Soul’s Sanctuary began, in 1991, across the ocean shore, backpacking an adventure of inspired dreams, awakened in the heart, mind and soul of a young, renaissance
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Her name, Rhonda Sheryl Lipstein {Roni}, and her dream, her ultimate goal,

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A Community who thrives on the strengths of each of her inhabitants whilst engaging each of their weaknesses to the point of transformed empowerment.

A community where the “rich give to the poor” and the unexpected always occurs”….

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"the Divine Lights"

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'conversations' with . . . Cedric Dean : on "inner child radio" January 10th

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I grew up in the streets of Charlotte, N.C. where my ambition early on was to go to jail and solidify my street credibility. At age 13, in 1985, I began robbing and stealing. By 15, I was expelled from school for carrying a gun onto a school bus - months later I shot someone. Shortly after my 16th birthday I committed armed robbery and was sentenced to 14 years in prison. Five and a half years later, I was released from prison with the aspirations of being a crack dealer. Eleven months later, I was back in jail - this time I received Life without parole for my role in a Federal crack cocaine conspiracy.

Today, I am committed to helping the misguided see the mistake in not learning from my mistakes. Today, I am no longer serving Life, but I've been given a second chance by the U.S. Sentencing Commission that authorized for my sentence to be reduced by a U.S. District Judge. Today, I am the founder of the Save The Children Campaign devoted to positively impacting the lives of the misguided, and reducing the rate of crime and violence and promoting peace throughout the world. Today, I am an accomplished author of 6 published books - most notably: How To Stop Your Children From Going To Prison and How To Save Our Children From Crime, Drugs and Violence.

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"Living the Experience every Day"

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friend . . .

friend

today it was in my spirit

just as it is any other day

i was consumed with the urge

to sit and exact just what you mean to me

friend

i started to grab my pen and pad

but i elected to use the electronic apparatus instead

my computer

and as i took inventory

and started to compute

about what you mean to me

i became overwhelmed

for there were so many friends

i held consciously in my heart

i then began to search in the depths of my mind

for metaphors

and adjectives

i could express

and give back to you

about all that you do

in the enhancement

of my life

my heart

my thoughts

and my being

friend

there are many who have over the years told us

that friend meant such things as

trust

being there

acceptance

love and such

but what i cherish the most

my friend

is the touch

the feel of your presence

yes, that is my present

and i am embracing it now

my friend

many of you have faces

that i have never seen

up close an personal

but that is ok

friendship should not be held to such standards anyway

and i sit here searching for that next line

as i try to define

within the confines

of my searching mind

and though i may somewhat express

i must confess

that it is more about the blessing

of how my countenance shines

and my soul sings

of the grandeur of this present

your presence

friend

i know that you know

that we are connected

perhaps that is what friends expose in us

that ability to trust

in our greater selves

you friend touch that special spirit

of who i am

and i am grateful

yes i am thankful

to call you

friend

(c) 29 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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yes, He was Homeless . . .

yes, he was homeless

he sat on the sidewalk

near the corner

by the Bus Stop

where the passengers would pass him by

he was stuck in a convoluted vortex

between Despair and Hope

not necessarily of his own doing

he was just looking for a way to cope

with the invisible rope

around the neck of hid dead dreams

yes, he was homeless

it has been quite some time

more than he could even remember

since he saw his little girl

yes, she and  his family was his world

but she probably was not little any more

it has been so many years

so many tears

and all the fears

he once embraced

have now fled

for all that he once prized

has been bled

from his prideful grasp

right before his eyes . . .

his Family

his Home

and now he has been destined to roam

these street of continuing anguish

yes, he was homeless

as he spends his days

in his own chosen ways

he has never held out his hand

to beg

though his life was out of hand

there still resided an uncertain pride

and dignity

his humanity

with somewhat suspect certainty

yes, he was homeless

in spite of himself

he tried

and would not allow his noble spirit

to be denied

yes, he defied

the indifference to his suffering

and perhaps the Societal expectations

that told him to give up on life

to just become a part of the collection of statistics

and rollover and die

but still he vied

for more

yes, he was homeless

somewhere buried deeply in his heart

there still lived something warm

and it was all his alone

he found this quite special

it was the only thing left

yes it was his alone

and it could not be taken

nor forsaken

yes, he was homeless

there were pictures there he prized

he held them forever in his inner eye

embraced them

saw his face in them

there were pictures of a “White Pickett Fence”

with a Gate

that somehow he believed

would alter his fate

as it led to a brighter day

and this dark night would dissipate

and become sunshine once again

and then he could brightly

nightly

embrace his joy of expectation one more time

in this same vision

he saw Sidewalks

but the only apparent purpose they served

was for Little Red Wagons

Hopscotch and Skates

and the endless Smiles and Sunshine

upon the Face of the Children

an such

a place where he could touch

a place in space not forgotten

and though he was homeless

he still had a heart

and his sanity

and this heart was the Home

of his Humanity

so though he was homeless

he still was so much more

than the man at the Bus Stop

and though he was just the man on the Sidewalk

of our City

homeless

it is not Pity one should give

Perhaps a Meal, your Heart, a Gesture, a Smile

stop and take some time to converse for a while

share your Humanity

share your Heart

for therein resides the Humanity

. . . of us all

yes, he was Homeless

(c) 28 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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ithe room in the corner of my mind

the room in the corner of my mind

i sit in this room in the corner of my mind

pondering things

reflecting on past experiences

faces i have encountered

flashes of light

that has offered gifts of insight

the collective treasures of a road well travelled

as my life unraveled

so many times . . . i thought

was it these challenges that molded character

and personality

in this seemingly surreality

i characterize and label

as life

with excrescent rife

i question

all the things i have accepted

in this decepted reality

i put aside all this heavy me

and i go to that window of levity

that my soul sometimes looks out

at times i feel like a heavyweight fighter

in a heavyweight bout

being punched around

while fighting for the crown

of my doubt

funny how winners become losers

and the lost are found

but we are the choosers

of the mental and spiritual ground

we traverse

as i now do in this verse

as i examine the aspects of possibility

with a much needed and dire certainty

as the |”i” in me flirts with me

about the secrets of being me

but as i said,

i am led

to that window of levity

with the verity

that it is now a time for me to laugh

for the wrath we sometime exact

upon ourselves

leads to no good end

though many times in this room

in the corner of my mind

we defend

the delusions we create

as if such is our fate

snicker, giggle, squirm and wiggle

uncomfortable i am

with the appearance of the insurmountable

task to overcome

i ask

how can i come

to realize my sum

of my being

when all i am seeing

are the defined

corners of this room

in my mind

what do i hope to find ?

more dreams ?

it seems

that perhaps i once was content

with this sentiment

but no more

i must find the door

that opens to the bridge of understanding

i am demanding now

some how i must discover

uncover

that bridge that leads across the river of fear

as i leer at the valleys

of despair

have i not paid the toll

what is the price

will not my very life suffice

i gave it

i give it

i choose to live it

as it was given

freely

yet for some reason

in this life’s season

i have chosen this room instead

here comes that verity of levity

again

i laugh

and the walls that seemingly sealed my fate

they begin to dissipate

as the delusional illusion for what they are

and the light long forgotten

comes back on

and the walls are gone

and with but a smile,

a laugh,

a wiggle and a giggle

i am liberated

and life once again is celebrated

and i am extricated

from this room in the corner of my mind

the gift of laughter liberates us . . .

(c) 26 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Poem of Life

The Poem of Life

yes, i am a Poet

not just any kind of Poet

dropping lines

for the overfilled minds

me, i am looking for empty spaces

looking for room

that i may fill it up

and get your cup to overflow

with thoughts

you know

with possibilities

to grow

while others are arranging syllables

i am reading

while you are eating the fruit of my mind

keep mind

that i am seeding

the gardens of your thoughts

with the seeds of hunger

so you would want more

and perhaps you will open that door

to the closet of your inhibitions

and indoctrinations

and watch all the illusions and delusions

of your beliefs

pour into the toilets of your wasted thoughts,

for i am flushing your false dreams and visions

with my surgical precision

into the sewer

leaving you thirsty for more

drink my child drink

let the Elixir of truth

be your passion

come to know thy self

and stop bashin’

your head up against the wall

and cash in

your coupons for a reality

of the past and

the present

for you are the present

so be present

be here

be now

and listen to the whisperings

of your soul

asking you to open and receive

and believe

that you are so much, much more

than what you have been told

yet you have sold out

your beautiful Soul

to the Bold Face Lies

that’s what Gammy called it

i call it Bull Shit

and i must admit

they did a good job

when we were robbed

of our free will

so they thought

but though our will is still yet free

our choices have been selectively limited

by way of elective propaganda

and some false belief

that if we were read our Miranda

that we will get a fair chance

perchance

what kind of chance  . . huh ?

a bigger cell with a window

you know

it is still a prison

but listen

can you her me

yet ?

feel me

come near me

and feel my heart

as it speaks to you

as these lines are trying to do

i may not be much of a wordsmith

as i attempt to convey my purpose

perhaps i am but a “Blacksmith”

or maybe i am no smith at all

but, me, i must answer this call

and scream if i must

for i have been entrusted

as a poet

and you know it

to forge the tools of your liberation

and between the lines of this verses deliberations

we must awaken my people

we must be circumspect

and become suspect

of what we have been taught

what our minds have bought . .

no disrespect intended

as we are now being amended

to the right of way

in the light of day

we are not in darkness

look, see your light

it shines brightly bright

for you are the Sun

the Sons and the Daughters

of the Source

of course

that which orders

the removal of your borders

and the purpose of all things

and that purpose is you

and somehow

i know you knew

that with creation

you exponentially rhymed

in time

for you are divine

and though you may not be a Poet . . .

You are the Poem

 . . . of Life

(c) 20 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.