i weep . . .

i weep

the ravenous wolves of reality

are at the door

huffing

and puffing

and kicking

and scratching

gathering their wind

that they may blow the house down

for they say

the house of our civility

has stood too long

and they want our flesh

their carnivorous cousins on the west bank

of their delusional perspectives

are those with the charmed tongue

sowing sweet words of deceit

in hopes that we will eat

the propaganda

they offer

in hopes we ingest

and digest

and go back to sleep

and i weep

they all look like Grandma

with their large sharpened teeth

and they say

keep your Red Hoods of innocence

tightly tied upon your head

for surely the dead

will not celebrate your coming

in your spiritual slumming

of truth

and as we look for some sort of basis

to base our stasis upon,

another Fairy Tale is being created

that we may endure

but another day

along the way

that leads us in circles

of the embraced illusions

and our own personal delusions

as we confirm our own meaninglessness

in this mess

we have allowed

to manifest

to this stage in this age

of our Soul’s non connectedness

and i weep

and in our sleep

our Brothers are killing each other

and Mother is no longer sobbing

but wailing in deep anguish

for the language of love amongst us

has lost it’s tongue

and our lungs

no longer breath the breath of goodness

nor God-ness

for we have chosen the dream

instead of the action

and allowed this faction

of self to prevail

throughout our Nights

and our Days

and though we know

we must change our ways

we still look for that Cosmic Playground

of idleness

and non partisanship

that we may play

upon the Swings

as we vacillate

and swing in and out

of the realm of truth

and not willing to grasp

the fact

that we are at the helm

of this ship

that sails

these turbulent Seas

of Meez

and our children’s future souls  wail

pertaining the harsh realities

we have given consent to

while inside we hide

and embrace the flood of our own tears

upon the flowing fears

and we weep

i weep

© 4 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.