i have penance to do

i have penance to do

if you forgive me not

nor call my name

my penance is mine

alone

just the same

i suffer you not

retribution

in my elocution

or written word

nary a tone of acidity

shall drip from my tongue

for it is not your judgment

upon which i must pass

but that of my own

and such

i have always known

that i am the Captain of this ship

the sails are of my own making

and i take leave

across the Seas of my hopes

for

i have penance to do

(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Inner Child Radio welcomes the Dynamic Poet Andy Scott to the Hump Day Show

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Andrew Scott is 39 years old and a native of Fredericton, NB.  Andrew started writing as a way to communicate and cleanse his feelings.  The poems written are based on all five senses of emotion.  They are stories of him and others, based loosely on conversations and observations.  These are brought to him by visions in his mind and relating to his characters as they were real people.  Once they are thought of, these people come to life as their story is told.  The reader can relate as these are emotions based on everyday life. 

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feeling all that Jazz . . .

feeling all that Jazz . . .

i felt like some Music

not quite knowing what my Soul was asking for

i pondered

you see, it is through Music

that my Soul comes to a certain ease

and is pleased to dance upon the tonal essence

of creativity

which has emanated from Soul

funny thing about Music

Music is a language

that opens the eye

that affirms that Soul is Soul

no matter the temporal divisions of man

i thought perhaps i’d listen to some Classical

that i may remember

that life time many centuries ago

when that was my flow

or perhaps some Rock or Country

maybe some R & B

so i could feel the me of this age

but i wanted to transcend these limitations

of evaluations

and the summations of definition

and then

my Soul spoke

and said

put on some Jazz

and though some Clerics

would have some issues with the lyrics

i care not

for let us not forget their purpose here

is to exploit our fear

and me,

i want to explore

where our head is

and how much more i can be

exponentially speaking

needless to say

the journey this day

is about me finding me

the undefining of me

and freely i dance

in the garden of contemplation

feeling all that Jazz . . .

(c) 30 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

and i smile at me . . .

and i smile . . . at me . . .

there is the “Me”

and there is the me of “ME”

and there is “i”

and “i” is responsible for “ME”

but there are times when the me of “Me”

attempts to convince me to travel a road

that is not good for “Me” . . .

though the engagements of such things

may be enticing to me

i know for the Greater “Me” i should abstain

for when i listen to my lesser me

there is always some pain that “Me”

has to experience or endure

i am not quite sure what me wants from “Me”

but i do have to keep my eye on him

and my “I” on him . . .me

cause he can be a sneaky little thing

whispering in my ear

suggesting things that ‘i’ can do for “ME” . . .

but “I” am not having it

you see the greater “I” of “Me”

is always looking out for little me too

“Me’ . . .

i have learned to just sit and watch

as the little me, like a child

plays in this Cosmic Sand Box

embracing and attempting to bring his dreams to life

and i smile . . . at me . . .

(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

and then i am free

and then i am free

Love is the liberator of my Soul

she makes me realize

that these holes in my Heart must be filled

and though my Garden may be tilled

if i plant not Her seeds

then my deeds are of naught

and all that i sought

such as the Flowers of life

and my liberation from it’s strife

shall not be

i shall never taste the sweet fruits

if i not love

sow love

think love

dream love

live love

be love

and then i am free

(c) 29 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

ever for . . .

 ever for
my soul joyfully weeps in anticipation . . .
of your coming
…home.
i know with all due certainty
that you bear for me a bountiful heart,
filled with the gifts of “Heart”,
with no limitations.

Through many restless nights
i rode the dream streams
of colorful light beams
looking over the horizons
of my aspirations . . .
looking for you

All my senses enlivened
with the urge but to be of you . . .
through you . . .
in you . . .
once again . . .
for you complete
the “me” of “me”.

Over the eons
i have watched
the waxing and waning
of my passions and desires,
knowing that only your heart
could align my path with my truth.

Need i say that
the warm velvet of your ethereal touch
grounds me in the soil
of the garden of “Birth and Death”
exposing my silly illusions . . .
that i am finite.

Yes Love,
in my delusional haste to live
and the creations of my own hauntings,
i knew you were always there . . .
heart in hand
flowing with the essence of all life
. . . love.
For with Love,
Death willingly is trumped
and thus submits it’s veil of deceit
to what “IS” . . . Life!

So my dear
bring me the breath of “BE”ing that sustains us . . .
bring me the Joy Divine
bring me my Life’s Light . . .
Light my Lantern once again
bring me our life
that permeates all “BE”ing . . .
that i may awaken
and be transformed in the . . .

ever for.

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


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The Poet’s Pen’s Soul . . .

The Poet’s Pen’s Soul

sometimes i put too much value

on the function of my pen

when it is my soul that let’s without

what i once held within

you see, with out inspiration

and that burning desire to speak

the thoughts and considerations we share

which our Soul allows us to peek

some things are of love

and the making of such

it is the pen of the Poet

that is blessed to touch

that special Holy place

where the Poet’s insight resides

as we encourage and quell tears

the whole world has cried

yes we are the Poet

and mighty is our pen

but it is soul that gifts us

as we speak out from within

The Poet’s Pen’s Soul

(c) 27 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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sometimes . . . ?

Sometimes ?

it was a lonely time

and my comfort and consolation played “Hide and Seek”

in the chambers of my heart

and my thoughts

all too often as the Artist that i am

i created a multitude of personas

so that it would appear that i had friends

i embraced this deliberate schizophrenia

so i would have someone to talk to

in my seclusive reclusion

my fair dear old friend “Joy” eluded me

so i found it quite necessary to delude myself

that i may pretend to be sane

on this inane plane

i have adopted as my lot

seemingly i have forgotten

the feel of the sunshine

and winds

upon the Sails of my hope

yet i have been coping

much longer than i cared

yet i dare not

go beyond the line in the sand

of my insecurities

yes, i was lonely

as only i could be

for in some justifiable

unreliable

verifiable

yet deniable line of thought

i have bought

into some deranged psyche

that i was OK

what can i say

for we all live that way . . .

sometimes ?

(c) 23 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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Inner Child Radio welcomes the Beloved Carlos George aka "The Madd Writtah" to the Hump Day Show

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like a Moth to a Flame . . .

like a Moth to a Flame

like a moth to a flame

i followed the fragrant scent of my soul

for at it’s origin

is where i suspect my garden resides

in the amnesiatic existence

many a time i have forgotten

that i was lost

and each day a cost is excised

from the time that i rise

to greet the new day

and it’s warm embracing light

to my final yawn each night

and the ironic metaphor is

again i close my eyes

as i do so much in my “now”

so i follow the fragrant scent of my Soul

like a moth to a flame

(c) 25 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

for i still know how to love

for i still know how to love

many times tears of anguish consume me

and you act as if you never knew me

many times i feel that i am getting in your way

but when i get big

i am going away

some day

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

this world you have chosen to reshape

in your ignorance

and your indifference

to the future of me

and my family

my brothers and sisters

and all that we wish for

never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

you see, you were once like me

there were no considerations considered

for our smiles and laughter were unfettered

remember when you dreamed

of simple things

such as climbing a tree

spending hours

picking flowers

or playing in the stream

to drink of it’s waters

were you able

or is that a fable

well, we can not

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

i don’t quite understand many things

and still i look forward

to what each day may bring

the sunshine or rain

though in truth

i could do without the pain

and the needless suffering

this life we now live

and it’s offerings

yet never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

my friend Ron down the street had to move

they lost their home

something about an economy

yes, we were buds Ronny and i

i cried when he went away

i often think about him

and his baby Brother Jimmy

and his Mom and Dad

they cried too

i heard them say

that they did not know

what they were going to do

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

i hear my parents sometimes at night

they never fight for real

but they raise their voices

at each other

and they scream for me to go to bed

i put the pillow over my head

and i dream of better days

like tomorrow

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

Our school they say

might be closing any day

i am happy for that

i think

but what will i learn

if there are no teachers

to teach the class

but it has not closed yet

something about a budget

what will i learn

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

our school playground sucks anyway

why just the other day

i cut my finger

on the swing

the chains were rusty

and i ask how much must we endure

we are only children

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

i remember when

we used to go to the beach

we don’t go there any more

i used to like playing in the water

building my dream castle in the sand

sometimes Mommy would give me a hand

but we don’t go there now

Mommy says there is too much Dirt

and i may get hurt

i asked her

what did the Sand do

or God do

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

my big brother Billy

wants to be a Soldier

he said he wants to kill people

and fly a jet and drop bombs

i don’t get it

who are these people

he hates so much

that is not fun to me

please Mr. President

don’t give a Gun to me

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

well, i am tired of talking now

these things makes my head hurt

and i must go now and rehearse

cause i am going to be a nurse

and make all the people of all the world

every boy and girl laugh again

and we all will be friends

that’s the way God would want it

don’t you think

the way things are now stinks

my friend Ronny moved away

perhaps i will see him again another day

that’s what they keep telling me

and never the less

in spite of your mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

every night i get on my knees

and i pray

i say

God where are you

God please help us

bless our world with more love

and bless my Mommy

and my Daddy

and Ronny

and all the Children

and Big People too

in the whole wide world

and God please remember

never the less

in spite of our mess

i am your child

and i still can smile

for i still know how to love

(c) 25 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.