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Ms. Shirlee Hall

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Ms. Shirlee Hall is a Prolific Seasoned veteran when it come to Spirituality and things of the Human Psyche. Her own personal Paths and Journey in this Life has led her to some Dynamic Epiphanies and Testimonies. Her Insightful Wisdom are Divinely Unique, Loving and Embracing. I personally am so ecstatic to begin our Journey on the Inner Child Radio with the one and only Ms. Shirlee Hall.

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"BE" Empowered . . . "BE" Enlightened . . . "BE" Embraced

Thank you my Beloved Friend

Blessings and Love to You

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something about a "Door"

something about a “Door”

your first time here too huh ?

life here on this earth

hey, are we supposed to take this seriously ?

or live with Joy and Mirth

kinda hard to be all happy

when there are so many who suffer

perhaps that is what “Hope’ is for

to provide us with a buffer

and what about the dreaming

an escape from what seems real

i have learned to sleep while awake

so i do not have to feel

but like the room without a light

a room it still remains, yes

to see we must but find the switch

perhaps that is the test

but it seems like i have been here

more than once before

i vaguely do remember

something about a “Door”

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

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when i think of you with Video of Music and Voice . . .enjoy

when i think of you

i am missing touching you

as i did a million aeons ago

when we had wings

you seem so far away

though you are here with me

and i listen to the song of remembrance

as my Soul does sing

a billion light years apart

is nothing at all to me

for your luminescent loving beauty

still resides in my light within i see

so sorrow here my dear

nay, i shall never it embrace

for the grandeur of Love’s beauty

is eternally etched upon your face

so, i thank you for the Fire

of inspire . . . ation

and the magnificence of elation

i feel

when i think of you

the resplendent joys of anticipation

have long over come any dismal thought

for you are all that i wished for

all i ever sought

so. i am dancing in the garden

where butterflies reflect their Holy sum

and i observe the movement of stillness

and the metamorphosis of goodness i become

like a child in the Cosmic Sandbox

i build Castles as i so deem

and with a Smile and Holy Tear

i actualize the Dream

when all of our essences’

is the all of what we be

as we shine brightly as one

energy, that all may clearly see

 . . .  when i think of you

(c)    27 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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the Bride

the Bride

the Bridegroom is calling

to His Bride within you

that you may evoke their love

in all that you do

the Bride is your urgings

that you feel deep inside

a divine union of “BE”ing

from which we can not hide

she is divinely yearning

to be set free

that she may run to her love

within you and me

as we struggle with her quickening

the battle can not be won

for all Sacred Scripture tells us

Thy Will Be Done

so let us with quiet submission

blossom and yield

to the Sun of our lives

that kisses the vagrant field

let us embrace the Holy Union

of the within and without

in love of the Bride and Her Lover

let us vanquish our fears and doubt

for . . .

the Bride Groom is calling

to His Bride within you

that you may evoke their love

in all that you are

in all that you do

the Bride Groom is calling

. . . the Bride

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

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the Kingdom

the Kingdom

i know not much of Auras

and those sort of things

all i do know

is my thoughts have wings

the things i desire

i attempt to define

the resonant music

in your heart and in mine

to keep it simple

i simply believe

if i can conceive

i can achieve

for what good are seeds

if there be no good soil

if i can’t taste the fruit

then why do i toil

i’ll be not the fool

and dare not to dream

i’ll be like the Sun

i’ll shine and i’ll beam

now if that’s called an Aura

then so be it my friend

for i am simply bringing

to without what’s within

. . . . the Kingdom

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the Door near Silence

the Door near Silence

i walk through that door

into a room with no walls

for i have followed the path

and the music that calls

my soul to come forth

from it’s shadowy night

where my Moon was obscured

by the clouds of my plight

the inner most battles

we all fight sometimes

in the search for Life’s Poem

where all is of Rhymes

Oh, and about that door

waiting for us all

sssshhhhhh, can you heart it

the near silent call

the Door near Silence

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

notes of love . . . again

notes of love

i was writing notes of love to myself
but i was sending then to someone else
that they would send them back to me
adorned . . . enhanced and perhaps exaggerated
that i may feel good about . . .
loving my self
you see . . .
in loving others
you demonstrate the highest evolution . . .
of Self Love . . .
so i send notes to my “self” . . .

notes of love.



(c) 22 September 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.



my Prison . . . my Garden . . .

my Prison . . .  my Garden . . .

i shall turn my Prison into my Garden

for i am planting Seeds

i shall nurture them with my Spirit of Passion

for i have taken heed

this is my contribution to the “self

and come harvest i will feed

for life is so about what One gives

let us be mindful of our deed

(c) 30 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

and “IS”ness

and “IS”ness

live free or die they may say

as i have done so many times before

each time i have layed down my life

i have vied for so much more

but this is something i question my friend

is completeness found in the gathering things

or is it like death, in the letting go

as we stop chasing those Golden Rings

convexingly so we still press forward

with purpose but no clarity of mind

hoping as we stumble down our paths

that we may get lucky and find

the answers to questions of life

that we have yet to formulate

all we know is that there is a longing within

as we vacillate betwixt our Dreams and our Fate

but know that Hope alone is a powerful tool

for it provides us the ability to endure

all the errant paths we may travel

as we seek our Divine Holy cure

where all that we “Know” and “Be” becomes blissful

what a wonderful embracing dream

but it is better to Dream then not at all

for only then is life as i deem

so i continue to create that which i wish for

each moment in the power of my Now

and with absolute certainty as i step closer

and the “Beingness” of my Tao

i lay down my life that i may pick it up again

for i have the power to do so

each time i exercise my Holiness of being “Here”

i draw e’en closer to my Soul’s “Know”

. . . . and “IS”ness

(c) 30 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

when i think of you

when i think of you

i am missing touching you

as i did a million aeons ago

when we had wings

you seem so far away

though you are here with me

and i listen to the song of remembrance

as my Soul does sing

a billion light years apart

is nothing at all to me

for your luminescent loving beauty

still resides in my light within i see

so sorrow here my dear

nay, i shall never it embrace

for the grandeur of Love’s beauty

is eternally etched upon your face

so, i thank you for the Fire

of inspire . . . ation

and the magnificence of elation

i feel

when i think of you

the resplendent joys of anticipation

have long over come any dismal thought

for you are all that i wished for

all i ever sought

so. i am dancing in the garden

where butterflies reflect their Holy sum

and i observe the movement of stillness

and the metamorphosis of goodness i become

like a child in the Cosmic Sandbox

i build Castles as i so deem

and with a Smile and Holy Tear

i actualize the Dream

when all of our essences’

is the all of what we be

as we shine brightly as one

energy, that all may clearly see

 . . .  when i think of you

(c)    27 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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the Road . . .

                         

the Road

the Road to Destiny is filled with Doubt and Fear

the Road to Joy goes Far and Near

the Road of Life is sometimes Queer

the Road to Nowhere starts Somewhere

the Road of Content is all Down Hill

the Road of Success Failure Fills

the Road to Understanding Silence Tills

the Road to Peace has many Kills

the Road to Happiness is how you Perceive

the Road to Truth is what you Believe

the Road to Enlightenment is how you Conceive

the Road to Love is given not Achieved

the Road back Home requires a Sight

the Road to Self is littered with Blight

the Road to Oneness travels the Night

the Road to God is found bathed with Light

the Road i travel is within Me

for on my Road “i” now am Free

i now have garnered a new decree

to be to others what “I” wish to be

on the Road . . .

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the light within . . .

the light within

before the light

there was a void

the light was given

and we are joyed

the light within

brings forth grace

a gift that’s given

the human race

we have inside

both strong and meek

the gift of life

that we seek

so . . .

like Phoenix arise

up from the dust

embrace your heart

and learn to trust

. . . the light within

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for i am committed . . .

for i am committed . .

i was intoxicated by my delusions
as my truth went into reclusion
for the Sun that i worshipped was erred

as my Ego based protrusions
produced it’s own illusions
and the song of soul was not heard

so how does one reckon
as the Soul voice does beckon
to come to the garden’s of bliss

if i should awake
is that all it takes
that and your lips to kiss

just kiss my needy soul
like you did days of old
when we each knew who we are

for along this Life’s road
with this burdensome load
the journey seems so very far

though some do find hope
in all sorts of dope
that lessens the pains that they feel

illusions or not
the scorching poker is hot
and the burns of life here feels real

so what do we have left
that sliver of light in the cleft
‘twixt the dreams and demands of our “now”

i just must escape
from past Doctrine’s rape
and become liberated somehow

but there’s safety in Dreams
for all is as one deems
be it fact or delusions of mind

but if i stick to the course
like a gilded blind horse
i know not what i may find

so i do as most say
and show gratitude each day
and perhaps a light will come

but the concept of sin
without and within
separates me from my true sum

so i have resolved to just quit
to not engage the bullshit
and follow the Drum of my Heart

for ‘tis why it does beat
for Love knows not defeat
and from Love i shall not part

for i am committed . . .


(c) 24 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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Blessings and Love to You

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all it takes . . .

all it takes

all it takes is
a stare
a gesture
a look
a glance by chance
and the brother wants your life

all it takes is
a gun
a uniform
a place in space
where you know no one
and you are ready to kill
at will
children with no face
waste the land that is not yours
but looks the same in this game
a war torn neighborhood
that used to be all good
until . . .
you . . .
fill in the blanks
thanks

what is it we see
when we come to be a part
of this heart – less ?
or heart none
cold steel gun
a holder
that makes you bolder
to pull that trigger
go figure
i ain’t that . . .
guy
why
for that’s my Son
he may be my only one
or my last one
ain’t no fun
getting dressed in black
with a black heart
to be a part
of some senseless ass going away ceremony
what is your testimony
to you, your self
is that all it takes

and there are those who sit
untouched
yet motivated by your
unsure – ness
blind – ness
weak – ness
sheeple – ness
is that
all it takes

we are fed violence
from the day of our birth
on this earth
as we seek our worth
and our self esteem
yet we dream
of brighter days
brighter ways
but the electric is off Mom
the lights are not on
so we cling to the illusions,
the delusions
be it wrong
that we belong
to some sacred patriotic honorable creed
indeed
is that all it takes
for goodness sakes
the baby inside awakes
and is suffering
and hungry
the inane pain
will never go away
never wane
for you took a life
that was not yours,
but you gladly gave yours away
with some thoughtless act
of jealousy
patriotism
hate
wait
you did not even know the victim
as you followed your dictum
of the stupidity of non being
not seeing . . .
is that all it takes

and this duplication
of stupefied indoctrination
becomes a systemic epidemic
of the lack of “Self Love”
and understanding
Perhaps we should start demanding
get rid of the Video games
that teaches us to kill
at will
Life has no Reset Button
let us begin to see first our worth
on this earth
and there is no reset button for the divinity
you lost
no cross for you to bear
just a truth you fear
that your soul; has been
taken
stolen
broken
and now you think you’re rollin’
in your manhood
for you would be the one
behind those bars for life
wondering
questioning
was that all it took
yes
that’s all it takes

all it takes
it to play that same childhood game
“follow the leader”
but who is leading you
and your thoughts
and to what end
my friend
Patriotism ?
shit, the highest form of Patriotism is to me
and Humanity
for we
are all part
of one reality.
A bullet does not have feelings
or consciousness
but i do
for myself
and you
for i am so much more than this
ill – ness
will less – ness
to think less
and feel more
yes i am so much more
and i want so much more
so did my Son
the Sun of my Joy
My Boy
is Dead
for . . .
that’s all it takes



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

i remember with Sara Mclaughlin

i remember . . .






the sweet aroma of your hair
the touch of your lips
your fingers dancing across my skin
the feel of your breath
as I breath you within

your place in my heart
will always be full
for the love we shared
i still hear you sigh
and my heart is bared

i remember how we loved
so fully consumed
our passionate flows
the movement of our river
only the ocean knows

yes, i remember you
one could not forget
for this heart’s still yours
i dream of the time
when i again crest your shores . ..

i remember . . .





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