Inner Child Enterprises: September 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

in this journey

i have struggled to understand

i have struggled to gain Clarity

capture him

in my own reason

and bend him to my will

but he would not comply

nor listen

in this journey

i have tired

and i needed to rest

so i sat in my own mess

and i found solace

in giving up

not fighting

the internal battle

with “Self”

in this journey

the voices dissipated

scattered in to other regions

perhaps the minds of others

and a quiet prevailed

and my spirit sailed

the Seas

of what i could come to be

and once again

my thoughts soared

the skies of possibilities

for clarity

had come

to visit my empty soul

and whisper

the key to my understanding

in this journey . . .

allow

the Reverence of the Day

i come to this day

with reverence

for all is Holy

as am i

i walk upon the Earth

that of Mother

and i am grounded

in reality

i look to the Sky

and i am reminded

of Life’s endless possibilities

so i dream

i look to Mountains

and my Faith is reaffirmed

for they were here yesterday

standing strong

as i too shall be

i look to the Sun

and i am blinded

by the sheer Wonder

of the Light

i am embraced by its warmth

and life acknowledges

that i am loved

the Trees sway

into my consciousness

and i breathe them in

as they do i

for all life

is symbiotic

and in perfect balance

i so love the Clouds

as they drift

to and fro

creating shapes

of things to come

sounds of life

are all about

within me as well

my heart beat

my breath

the sound of my thoughts

and i am alive

standing in the midst of Creation

looking out

at . . .

The reverence of the Day

Sunday, September 25, 2011

sweet sighs . . .

sweet sighs

aaahhhhhhhhh

the fruit ‘tis almost ripened my child

come have a sit in the garden

while we await the hands of Time

to sweeten the offering

soon come the Angels

gathering from the Vine

the grapes of our understandings

harvest approaches my love

observe the patience of the Wind

He stirs not at this time

for even He must rest

in the Joy of this magnificent color

when Autumn in Her indomitable Regality

sets the passions of men aflame

in the color of Winter’s quiet promise

a promise of hearts clinging together

in warm embrace

while we the Children

partake of Life’s sweetness

of the toil realized

in the plucking

and picking

and canning

and planning

for the Hibernation from life

in life

while we await the Spring

come my child

have a seat in the Garden

bring with you

your ardent dreams

and we shall share a passion

or two

as we await the fruit

of life

you and i

ahhhhhhhhhhh

sweet sighs

but a picture

i looked at her picture

and idle imaginings

began to transform

and take shape

in visions

and thought

of possibilities

there was a tinge

somewhere in the deep recesses

of me

awakening

stirring

as the light of a wondrous consciousness

came upon me

and gave credence

unto its self

that resonates

with this scent

found in . . .

but a picture

Saturday, September 24, 2011

every thought

is worthy of space

which is why it comes to us

to claim our cerebral emptiness

for we are yet to be fulfilled

the light of understanding

vies for our love

and attention

yet we are busy

seeking other things

things that intoxicate us

and move us away from now

we call them such things

as dreams

and visions

and wants

and desires

yet the fires within our Souls

are not being fed

the fuel required

that our lights may ascend

back to that of the Holy

and every thought

that invades our consciousness

is not evaluated

in circumspect

of it’s worthiness

we engage them

anyway

don’t we

with very little reflection

as to their validity

or equanimity

to the balance of life

yes,

though every thought

may not be of good service

to our greater good

we embrace them

and at times

give face to them

and their haunting

as the joust and jaunt

their way into meaning

this is just a thought for me

for you

about . . .

every thought

what are your thoughts ?

Invasion of the Light

the light has been watching us

for aeons

attempting to guide us

to the heart of matter

but we clung to the illusion

pinned upon the canopy of consciousness

twinkling as Stars

in our dark nights

hoping we would notice

and hear

the resonance

within our souls

did we listen ?

no we chose to dream

of that which Soul knew

truth

we know of Heaven

for it resides in all things

but only within

has it not been diluted

by our feeble attempts

to define our selves

without we have substituted our divinity

with delusion

seeking to build our esteems

of worthiness

upon foundations in the sands

of time

yet time is a construct as well

as is space

for naught lies betwixt

the Progenitor

my Father and i

our lights have been cloaked

in veils of deceits

that we have ingested

and never tested

for authenticity

until now

and we stand

searching for certainty

and certainly

we know

there is something grande

about man

and in our darkness

we stand

with the eye of Horus

closed

supposing

that we are blinded

by the light

again

and

walking this crooked path

homeward bound

we clown

with such things as doctrine

temples of visions

with no basis

and the faces of the children

have lost our trust

in the divine

that is thine and mine

so now

the light

comes

to resurrect the sum

of who we are

will we stand

or cower in the shadows

that are short lived

for now proceeds forth

piercing the night

the invasion of the light

Monday, September 19, 2011

you here with me

i have dreamed the dream

of my 40 Virgins

and i was given a thousand

yet they are despoiled

paled

in the presence

of thy Divine Etheric Beauty

i know the road was not easy

and i have been here

waiting your arrival

over the many aeons

of being apart

i have suffered

as i know thou has

as well

i dreamed of things

that i may distract myself

from what was missing in my life

you

but they would not do

they only served to annoy me

i dreamed of other souls

that would perhaps come

and cajole my anxieties

into pleasure

but my love

you are the only treasure i desire

you are that spark

that ignites this soul’s fire

to yearn for completion

i am not whole

without you

i am but a vagrant soul

drifting upon the winds of eternity

diligently eyeing

the plains

the fabric of space

praying that one day

i may fall

from these clouds

of complacent illusion

and land

in a place of understanding

where i may

for all the rest of days

that are held

within the breath of infinity

i wish but to

see you face again

embrace you again

taste you again

and again

until the endless fabric

of God

comes undone

and we know

that can not be

we are destined

to be again as one

one love

one heart

one thought

one breath

i shall withhold my breath of hope

until my lips are upon that of thine own

for thou art mine

and i shall exhale

in reverent gratitude

as our journey to self

found in each other

concludes

with the waking from the Dream

becoming as it should be

with . . .

you here with me

within and without

i stood in the doorway

facing outward

of my shed

where i concocted life

there was sunshine

and wind

i stepped out

and the light of possibilities

embraced me

from all directions

for me

it was a new day

yes the shed now appeared dark

but i had light

for i made my own

within the walls

where limitations

and boundaries prevailed

i manufactured my dreams

and now i step out

to embrace them

live them

be them

ahem

brother Wind snatched

my imaginings

and took them

to the “Lands of Fruition”

and i smile

the smile of a child

that no longer is faced

with limitations

for the world of wonder

is before me

behind me

to my side

all about me

within

and without

19 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

teach them to be Warriors

a Warrior

heart on his sleeve

living a life of wonder

with expectation

of the coming conquest

and thus the battle

of spirituality

within the realms of the divine

found upon fields of love

feelings restrained

is the Warriors discipline

taught over the ages

hopes entombed

by the same amour

to protect his heart

from the perils of engagement

and shadows

where understanding

and compliance

dare not tread

winning was all that mattered

to conquer love

to conquer affection

to conquer self

his inhibitions

and his cautions

and grasp the prize

held in his eyes

of pending joys of forever

the spoils of love

he had no angst

against the Fair Maiden

whose adorations he pursued

there was not a sliver of darkness

just unfettered hopes

of Forever’s expressions

of the unending infinite

and eternal bliss

his intentions were unspoiled

pure

unblemished

and as pristine

as the new brook

formed from the new morns dew

that caressed

and kissed the side of the mountain

ushering forth new life

new wonder

new color

new music

spawned in the allure

of creation

all he desired

was a mutuality

found in embrace of love

and she held his vision

for he the Warrior

was captured

by the aura

of her Divine presence

the essence

of this siege

began to unfold

and the story hopefully told

to the children to come

will be of the magic

and the sum exponential

that love effects

let not the suspect

be the finality

when alternative realities

spoil the spoils

let not the taste

of this sweet fruit

depart

let the children

embrace the hearts

of imaginations

with elation

of the prospects of love

teach them too

to dream

to hope

to believe

in it

every finite minute

of their waking life

for that is of the Divine

teach them to be Warriors

of love

Saturday, September 17, 2011

the Cock Crew

i looked over the horizon

where a faint light peeked

and i hear the Cock Crow

i saw my self as Peter

standing in the garden

heart pounding

remembering the words

i saw my self again

in the garden of my grandfather

listening

incessantly

to the sounds of the dawn

awaken my consciousness

of yet another day

is this the way of life

we embraced by all that is divine

and we stand in denial

of thine and mine

our God likeness

our light

and the Cock Crew

and i knew

once again

that opportunity for truth

eluded me

in my now

right here

and my dear

somehow

i was alright with this

for the kiss

of forgiveness

was upon the lips

of my judgment

and it could not speak

words of condemnation

and the overt sensation

of joy

of a love

unfettered

by the understandings of man

was mine

and is thine

as we listen

to the Cock Crow

Forever Dreams

we had dreams of forever

you and i

and we explored the possibilities

we came together

hearts longing

for solace

peace

sunshine

and joy

i held your hand

you held my heart

and my soul smile

for that brief moment

in eternity

i reflect

with a wavering certainty

looking for answers

to questions

i can not formulate

i do know now

many things

about self

about you

about life

perhaps

i have been down this path

before

for it sure resembles

another place

another time

but this time

i heard music

and the rhyme

of the lyrics

would not allow me

to excuse it

for my heart was dancing

prancing

with a wonder

of what tomorrow may bring

know that you

have given me song

and i sing

for i realize now

with my eyes wide open

that i will continue to dream

though this one appears broken

so i take this moment

in my forever dreams

to thank you

with the utmost humility

for above all

your civility

makes the dreaming worthwhile

and though our styles may differ

our walk may differ

our thought may differ

our embrace may differ

our desires may differ

our spirits may differ

our lives may differ

almost completely

i am replete

for i still yet have

forever dreams

unfolding

here i sit

in a total awe like wonder

of this moment

i sense

and i am conscious

of the coming season

my spiritual spring

anew

listen to the voices of the children

playing

laughing

as it dances across the meadows to greet my ears

with it’s reminiscent glee

and i remember me

when i too was a child

a child of wonder

and i wonder

where has that child gone

i look in the distant

and i still see the snow capped mountains

and the fountains

are opening

to pour forth their graceful transformance

from snow to streams

to thought from dreams

i embrace this moment

and i listen to what ever may come my way

i hear the birds chirping

singing

comingling

with life

and that old boy in me

remembers as well

the stories birds can tell

of joy in me

and i taste

and embrace

and welcome it

are the birds calling to me

to become aware

yes they are

and in the not too far field

i see a family of partridge

scratching the surface

which is now semi thawed

and in this wonderful awed presence

i realize i am present

as i observe their hunt for breakfast

seeking the grub worm

who has ventured too close

to the surface of mother

in it’s quest to feel the warmth of the sun

and in this slight window of epiphany

i feel the one

the vibration of being

peeking through me

and i am too seeing

there is a non-jaded sense of my humanity

humility

civility

virility

floating to the landscape of my skin

and i am vibrating within

to my without

and with no residual doubt

i am thankful

to just sit here

in a total awe like wonder

of this moment

watching the scent of spring

unfold

in to my consciousness

unfolding

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

know thyself

the expression

of who i am

is but a fallacy

unto what i am

and what i may

hope to become

is a mere shadow

of from whence

i come

and if by chance

or providence

i should open this eye

that sees beyond

my limitations

i will realize

that the imitations

of life

are but that

we play these mind games

with our realities

teasing our greater self

and thus we live in frustration

practicing a sort of

spiritual masturbation

for some-where

deep within our core

we are aware

of that sacred door

which opens to that land

where we were spawned

the land

of the eternal dawn

for all is of the light

of knowing

glowing

and though we may be sowing

seeds here on this journey

this path

what we possess within

what we hath

is beyond

our empirical recognition

and this condition

we have endured

will be moored

at the docks

of illusion

someday

and our spiritual contusions

will be healed

and the sacred book of light

will be unsealed

and all the Dark Souls

with Holes

shall be filled

and the frills

and lace

we have adorned

the faces of our lives with

shall be lost in the shift

as we become

the sum

of what we were sent here for

let the door be opened

the expression of who i am

know thyself

what say you

synonymous realities

stretching the fabric

implanting wrinkles in space

and time

we look to the surreal aspects

of our lives

wishing

in lieu of doing

should we be molding

folding

condensing our greater selves

into the finite

which we call night,

or expanding

demanding

soul reveal its self

unto its self

unto life

the quickening is upon us

and doggone us

if we do not awaken now

i fear we shall not

and be forgotten

just as so many dreams

seems

to disappear

into the ether

of the nothingness

within each of our voids

that abyss of the unknown

we can implant

a word

a tone

that creates the new dawn

we so sorely need

God did !

“let there be light”

spoken in our night

ushers forth

a belief

no,

a knowing

that our souls

are capable of sowing

the seeds of the change

we need

in this poisoned garden

we must till the ground

the foundations

of our allowed indoctrinations

and uproot the weeds

of our greed

for complacency

and indifference

without deference

or our suffering

will become eternal

if but one kernel

of shadow is left

in our hearts

the shadows will have won

and that one love

we spoke about

shall never see the light

of our individual days

will never be visual

in our ways

what say you

in but a dream

sitting

laying

quietly listening

for the bell to ring

not knowing

the rogues

have stolen it from the steeple

and the people asked

who would do such a thing

an act so unholy

the innocent idiots pondered

with a disconnected wonder

from real reality

but they knew

the Village remained asleep

for in truth

no one really wanted to awaken

and face the toil of the day

which mirrored all their yesterdays

as far as they could embracingly remember

dreams were much more comforting

and in their conscious hours

that is all they spoke of

the maybes

and the babies

of this wondrous cosmic illusion

within the compartments of mind

we manufactured

closets filled with treasures

and we take pleasure

in our fractured understandings

in seeking and peeking

taking inventory

of our vain glory

and the possibilities

comparing

and sharing

the esteem

we somehow believe we possess

in but a dream

Monday, September 12, 2011

i want to

i want to hold you

in my forever

and find the clever magic

that binds you to my soul

i want to lay my weary head

upon your breast

and listen to eternity

come to be

in the ever beating

of your heart for me

i want to look

into your eyes

endlessly

defenselessly

submit all that i am

to your every wish

or whim

for i am him

who has come

that my sum

may be enhanced

as the angels dance

celebrating our union

i want to be your smile

and your joy

and be the one

who deploys

the bliss you seek

as i kiss you meekly

upon your cheek

your lips of sweet

i want to be the one

eternal soul

kiss me my sweet

upon the lips

of my eternal soul

let all of me

all that ever was

know of thy love

i embrace you

in my dreams

for it seems

that there

lies the highest expression

of my joy

my bliss

embodied

in that kiss

you impart

upon the heart

of my soul

kiss me my sweet

upon the lips

of my eternal soul

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

i want to dream with you

yes,

i want our souls to connect

and embrace the wonder of our memories

and dream our way back home

i want to dream with you

i wish for us to walk

hand in hand

thought in thought

with one focus

the fruition

completion

as one

i want to dream with you

i want us to kneel

by the alter of life together

and recite the solemn vows

promising to abstain

from all else but thee

you and me

none else

i want to dream with you

i want to build castles on hills

and let out glorious countenance of love

be a beacon

for all who are seeking

the understanding

of what love of another truly is

let us be that model

i want to dream with you

yes, i want to dreams and actualize

and let our garden be overtly abundant

with a sweet fruit

that feeds the world

of all who is hungry

that they may dream too

let my seed be ever embraced

in the womb of your love

i want to dream with you

i want us to dream of music

i want to dream of the dance we share

thjat which dances the cares of men

into the shadows of nothingness

where they belong

can we sing the song

yes

i hear it

i want to dream with you

Hide and Seek

playing Hide and Seek

with reality

deliberately creating surreal moments

sewing them together

with suspicious web works

to create a sticky fabric

that catches all of Truth’s

insectious annoying nuances

that they may starve

and die

and not upset the show

that is playing in the theatres

of my mind

“live

up and close

and personal

we now have the man

who thought he was

and almost convinced the world

that he was not

how he saw himself”

and there is a plethora of wealth

we all have

that allows us to buy new suits

new costumes

and

new wardrobes

so that we do not get bored

with the same outfits

and the same old stories

and scripts

that are spoken

from the lips of our souls

would that be an actual

factual

representation

or another infatuation

with the lies

we realize

in the fabrication

we have deemed real

are we but jester

with painted faces

and colorful uniforms

and bizarre outfits

trying to fit into

some magical fairy tale world

of happily ever after

fuck it

if it don’t fit

force that bitch

just bend life over

and give it a nudge from behind

some like getting it from behind

and they will go out and buy the lubricant

over and over again

so that their so called friends

can wear smiles

and while i am doing so

let me count the tile again

upon the floor

where my sunshine has fallen

from the sky

and i ask why

as i have done

since i can remember

but i can not remember

last September

for i have chosen to forget

the shit

my life has become

so i play . . . Hide and Seek

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

so i simply request

take my wounded soul

and lay it upon

the Butcher’s Block

and carve the darkness from my light

let my anguished spirit

bleed upon the floor

and run to that chasmic cosmic drain

that i know of it no more

let me heal

dress me with Sage and Curry

that i may be again

tasteful for the weary wayfarer

hurry

for they come

hungry for sustenance

there are memories

i have closed off

hoping the void

will steal their life

memories of undue strife

when “Karma” was blind

and “Reciprocity” was crippled

and “Balance”

drunken with its own image

Vanity was the rue

of that eternal day

and now we seek

a sort of justice

is it “just us”

or does every Soul

walk this ill fated path

tears matter much not

for relief is but a fleeting fancy

for you, for me, for Nancy

the pictures she Drew

were suspect at best

and everyone was guilty

and the mystery continued on

and in this reflection

detection of what ails me

is not amiss any more

for the score keeper

the jester and the weeper

have presented themselves

in the name of retribution

yet bearing no solution

so i simply request

take my wounded soul

and lay it upon

the Butcher’s Block

and carve the darkness from my light

foot steps

the sound of foot steps

walking into consciousness

kicking stones

in ordered gait

crunch is the sound

as the soul of my soles

steps upon scattered ideals

life in its truest form

is sparse at best

along the way

but did i notice

did i place my feet

with awareness

callousness cloaked

with errant cloth of reality

has captured my vision

and my dreaming

reaching

is finite

have i forgotten completely

to trust in the magic of “I”

we roll back the blinds

and sit in the pews

and are content

with the 5 letter “F” word

Faith

will it ever be enough

bring defined by the unseen

or do i long

for the sparkle

of midnight embraced stars

i call wonder

i wonder

is this the eternal destiny

to but listen

to the sound

footsteps ?

we are love

now that i know of you

your projected essence

like that of a spring budding rose

entices me to long for a visit

to your garden

where my ardent heart

may witness your regal wonder

to be in your very presence

is a blessing

and i prostrate all that i am

for your beauty overwhelms me

your spirit reaches and embraces me

and i come to know

that i am more than i ever thought,

for your touch

has reopened my heart of wonder

and now i am dancing

two souls as twin mates

butterflies in the garden

pollinating our thoughts

our visions

our love reunited

the symphony of Angels

playing our concordant melodies

harmonizing all things

about us

for all is of wonder

i touch you

and i am carried away

into a far away land

where bliss drips

from our sweetened lips

for the kisses we have shared

has bared the divinity of our soul

my longings are finitely shortened

and stands before me

its fruit here before me

to partake as i please

and i am pleased

and God smiles

the Sun Shines

the Moon Shimmers

and the Stars Twinkle

as our hearts are reunited

with clarity

in the “Know”

that we have always been

where we are

who we are

for . . .

we are love

Sunday, September 4, 2011

an allegory

i left Heaven in search of Eden. i was seeking the Wonder of all Creation.

what i found . . . in every circumspective footstep, in every reflection . . . i was the Wonder of Eden, i was what i always sought.

wsp

an allegory

like the Prodigal Son

i left home

seeking an uncertain wonder

that lie beyond

the rumors

and myths

and stories told

enticed me

to come see

for my self

i gathered my wealth

or so i thought

and i bought me a ticket

and the gate keeper clicked it

and let me slide on down

to this mound of ground

and water

you call earth

where the children

supposedly are filled with mirth

what i found

on this mound you call ground

was quite amusing at first

those spirits were tight

and terse

i immersed my self

in this playground

here

on this mound you call ground

as time went by

i lost my zeal

for the light of appeal

dimmed

with obligations

rules

and tools

people used

against each other

yet somehow

they managed to call each other

Sister and Brother

they use a different Dictionary i see

not the kind we used

back where i’m from

and to sum it up

i emptied my cup

and filled it with

Tears

and Doubts

and Fears

and many other

illusions

and delusions

i collected as truths

over the years

this slow place of the slowed beings

are not seeing

the light

but the reflection

in circumspection

of our introspection

for when we do happen

to look within

we again

will come to realize

that our eyes fools us

trust me

we never left home

and the Prodigal Son

is but another allegory

a Story

for wayward wonderers

such as you and i

a dream with my love

it is about 6 AM

a rainy Wednesday morning

half awake

for no apparent reason

no agendas

no office

no telephone calls

no beaming sunshine

through the window shades

just incessant solace

the sound of the pitter patter

of raindrops abundant

ushers presence upon our spirits

you in my eyes

i in yours

smiling souls

grateful for this eternal moment

crumple sheets

strewn about our bodies

400 count i think

but who is counting who has time to think of such things

when we have “this” moment

memories of Morning’s

dim gray twilight

approaching

our bodies entangled

breathing each others ecstasy

and the exchange

of our urgency

our fervency

to become closer

than our bodies would allow

but we tried just the same

while calling each other’s name

and Gods

our reverent approach

to that garden’s gate

where our longings

were to be satiated

and we tasted the fruit

and the juices

of our passionate flowing

wasting not a single drop

and now

the heavens are crying

the pitter patter of the rain

a noise just above the somber silence

of our gracious hearts

beating to love’s rhythms

yes,

heaven’s tears of anguish

that comes

with such a heightened bliss

and each kiss we share

reminds us of this moment

we have shared

within the infiniteness

and we smile

we come together

and we kiss

embrace

taste

paying sacred homage

again

at 6 AM

on this rainy Wednesday morning

a dream with my love

and then there was you

i had dreams

of beautiful things

beautiful times

beautiful feelings

dreams of beauty

and i never knew

they would present themselves

into my present

and become my present

in my presence

and then there was you

i have shed tears for love

the anguish she introduces

to our lives

is unbearable at time

or so it seems

in my dreams

i never expected

naught but the joy

the answering of my expectations

the elation

the celebration

when i held her

for she, Love

owns my heart

and every time she leaves

she rips a piece of it off

with no anesthesia

and takes it with her

as i said

the pain seems unbearable

and

i have shed tears for love

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