360

360

i live but 1 degree

outside the realm of madness

359 is my sign

we hold the line

perhaps much too often

and the demise of time

eases by

quietly unnoticed

the rage of indignation

roars loudly

and i shush it continually

for what am i to do with it

should i let it out

without a doubt

it’s purpose would be to destroy

those walls

that has contained it’s glow

for this eternity

and with a certain certainty

it ain’t gonna be pretty

when that flower becomes the beast

for too many lifetimes

yeast has been added to our anguish

and our pain

and we with a jaded compassion

sat and watch the inane ones

convince us that it was us

with their subtle suggestions

and all the things we ingested

tested our mettle

as the kettle boils over

these aspects of the inhumanity

and the non divinity

we have endured

are losing it’s flavor

quickly

our passivity

is becoming the wicked ones

of the morrow

and much to my perceivable sorrow

there will be no peace

for the war is coming

the two sides of evil are taking position

to do battle

within

and without

and without a doubt

blood will be shed

and the battlefields of the Spirit

will be littered with Dead Bodies

that never had Souls

and as it has been told for aeons

we the peons

are the power

beyond this hour of judgment

and that is the way it was meant to be

for the scales once again must be balanced

as that 1 degree

of our cosmic civility

is embraced in truth once more

and finally

the door to that place

will be sealed

forever

and then i can return home

with my 1 degree intact

360

© 20 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.