Orgasmic Interlude

Orgasmic Interlude

i am having an Orgasmic Interlude

with my “Self”

oh stop that

it’s not like that

no,

though it may be somewhat masturbatory

it is not about some creamy white liquid running across my hands

once i reach that place of cessation

with a fulfilling elation

this is about my Mental masturbation

where i seek to answer my own

questions

yours too

as i attempt to equate the whys

and i feel unwise at times

but at this very moment it all rhymes

and i am having an Orgasmic Interlude

there used to be times when i got off a little more than this

when i touched that place of temporal bliss

found in Drugs

and i am not just speaking of the pharmaceuticals

Drugs of denial

and of the doctrinals as well

that filled me to the brim

and some mythical concept of  being born in sin

don’t we already have enough self abnegation and hatred

and as i lay here on my bed

immersed in confusion

about the allusion

contemplating my worth

on this earth

i am furiously glorious

watch my shine

yes i am fine

they say if i stay in line

line ?

fuck you too

i have my own line that i walk, shit

and listen to me as i talk it

and i live it

and i give it

listen

over and over again

and with convexment

and my spiritual anorexments

and it hurts when you have to regurgitate

all that foul mess we have been fed

over the years

and through the tears

and fears

just like red meat, it did not digest

though we continue to ingest

this mess

i must confess

i was so tired of that shit

i could no longer stomach it

so i gathered my witful grit

my true grit

and i grasped my two handful of Balls

no, not basketballs

gonads you know what i mean

the ones we have not seen

for quite a while

for we did not have the courage to stand

for something

anything

meaningful

soulful

and i come to you pouring out my soul

all of it

that i may replenish it with wholesome-ness

and replace all that mess

i have accumulated

since my youth

the illusional delusional non truth

that bears no fruit

so this is the way i figure it

if we all just let go of the shit

we been holding on to for too long

there is a song playing

calling you

calling me

to effect a change

that starts within

me

and if we all just do “me” you see

the numbers will gradually

add up

and some day we will all have a full cup

and together we can sup

drink

and think

without clouds of doubts

and fears

and replace all the tears of aguish

with joy and smiles

and create new styles

of how to love each other

and love our self

yes i like you, like we all

did not answer the call

and yet now many of us continually weep

in our sleep

dreaming a nightmare about a better life

a better way

for tomorrow . . .

can’t change the past you know

hold on and it will last you know

you know the sorrow

that will be waiting for you tomorrow

and the horror

of having to face the illusion you embraced

about how you have failed

another delusion we create

for there are no failures

just lessons . . .

this is what i teach my children

for i wish not upon them my path

nor my journey

i want them to believe

that what they conceive

they can achieve

for they have the power to do so

if they get into the flow

and live, you know

what i am talking about

forget the remnant of grief you hold to

it is no good for you

for in truth, you are on that ship

and it ain’t no good ship lollipop

stop

we have been on board since birth

and the ship is sailing

the ship of your life

all you have to do is awaken

and realize your power,

now

not an hour later

but right NOW !

come on dude

let us have an Orgasmic Interlude

of Truth . . . Here . . . Now !

(c) 4 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.