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Monday, December 27, 2010

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
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.

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