and this is my confession

and this is my confession

some times in our lives

there arises a need

from deep within

that cries for expression

and this is my confession

of my truth

many times in my past

and even in my now

the voices of self

come forth pleading

pleading for reconciliation

and understanding

at times

it is a soul felt demanding

for an inner justice

all too often

it is the things of the world

that herald these vexations

and sensations

for justifications

of why

and it is i

who have allowed them to be

many times

i too cry

sometimes it is tears

sometimes not

but always pain

that i have learned to transmute

to my deluded joys

in my askewedness

many, no most times

the source of this malcontent

was spawned and sent to me

via relationship

on the ship of my emotions

upon the vast ocean

of all the nuances

of what i thought my self to be

and i did not always see

the tsunami being formed

by that little quake

across the way

that has awakened me once again

as i acknowledge my best friend

me

so i face him

embrace him

and i can taste him

and his truths

that has resided in the youth

of my expectations

that one day he will come back

to what he used to be

to again be

loving and kind

of one mind

about his life

and the rife of possibility

as it still treads my convictions

and derelictions

for it still yet exists

for he and i have made it so

said it is so

so in our collectiveness

we know

that we are the power

of each moment

within each minute

of each hour

of every day

for the path

that lies before us to complete

is the way we should go

and as the River of our spirit

flows

we too shall meander

in our philandering minds

one day learn

to be kind to self

for within the Holy seat

the throne of Heart

we can impart

naught but the best

of who we are

and the road of circumspection

is but another million miles or so

not very far for one who is exponential

and confidentially

we substantiate that which we need

never to expose our treasure

to the world

for the pleasure

and enjoyment of such

is oft’ times a selfish sin

yet within the storehouse

of our heavens

we find little dark corners

and like Little Jack Horner

we wish to keep the Pie to our selves

and the Plumb on our Thumb

will not assist us in becoming aplomb

and move away from our numbness

until we confess our truths

that we are

yes we are more than we would wish to know

or be responsible for

and this

this is my confession

8 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.