askewed . . .

askewed

i sit

and i watch

my consciousness climbing

the slippery slopes

of awareness

should i care less

or more

i seek that ever elusive prize

embodied in silence

a place void of noise

and voices

and the absence of demand

for choices

this day

in this solace i seek

i have peeked

and saw peace

and the ambiance

of that which pleases

all restless souls

like me

i smile at the company i keep

i smile with them as well

as we laugh at our selves

and our insipidness

for we have again

taken the litmus test

and never arrived

at any conclusion

satisfactory to the teacher

whosoever that may be

and the myriad of preachers

found around

and about

are abound

with knowledge

of their own making

as they are partaking

of the strange fruit

that even the Serpent won’t eat

forsaking all semblance

of sense

even for this dense vibration

and the considerations

one embraces

in what we call a normal life,

whatever that may be,

have lost it’s supposed sanctity,

for just about every thing

is reverent these days to someone

some where

and cares are exacted

in new places,

protracted

that one’s existence

may have value,

but who is judging

and to what end,

does it really change the end

people defending the illusion

with their contusive banter

speaking of what they see

in their private epiphany

while wielding unlit lanterns

in the abysmal halls

of their own “mind-stuff”

filled with a “present absence”

while lapsing betwixt realities

of foreclosed revelatory processes

and unfired synapses

and impotent neurons

and i can identify

for most times i too

have lost some agility

in calculating

my own journey to actualization

and for most times

i spend my spent energy

taking notes

and just watching . . .

just watching

my consciousness climbing

the slippery slopes

of awareness

askewed

© 12 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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