vie for love . . .

vie for love

there comes a time

that man must realize

and open his eyes

and hear the cries

of his inner child

as we go forth with the understanding

we must stop demanding

that “the man” fix this thing

we must do it our selves

for the lies will not cease

until all darkness has deceased

and then only may we live in the peace

of the know

of truth

we have spent the youth of our souls

being cajoled

to follow that uncertain way

away from the lights of our day

our inner light

which dispels all night

but we did not listen

to the glowing and glistening word

spoken from that place

with no face

we chose the way of doctrine

like Babel we thought

we were building our towers to heaven

and the spirit of the unleavened bread we ate

keep us too humble

and we stumbled

often

on our way to that spiritual coffin

that now embraces

the better of our hopes

and we are on the ropes

perhaps just one more succinctly placed blow

will let us know

that we must awaken from the stupor

or we will be knocked out

for the count

and we may never see that rematch

for the championship

me, i wanna wear my crown again

get down again

and frown never again

in the face of how i am living

so i am giving my best this day

to create a better way

through this seeming wilderness

and if my best ain’t good enough

i can rest on the knowing

that i did try

to see through the lie

that binds us to this post

of the lost souls

and if i should die

i know i did

vie for love

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