Transcend

transcend

we all seek to transcend

to a place

where smiles are the apparel of the day

upon the faces

not only of children

but of self reflections

the world

and it’s deflections

of our joys

wears

tears

and reminds of the burdens

of the “Illusions”

and we fight them

by taking flight from them

in our fanciful constructions

of alternatives

we call dreams

and it seems

that all balloons

filled with our hopes

loose their light air

sooner or later

and the Darth Vaders within

show up again

replacing our brief glees

with uncertain realities

we accept as me

but i am so much more

the child cries

as it scratches at the walls

of the closet

of our inhibited consciousness’

the terror of

“and this is it”

“is this all there is”

shakes our souls

and we know for sure

that something integral

something divine

which is mine

needs to fully awaken

that which somehow

we have forsaken

can unveil it’s regality

effecting new realities

or surrealities

at the least

but the beast of delusions

wounded with the contusions

of myth

and teachings

and propaganda

stands ominously

at the closet door

with no empathy

for the crying child inside

yet death will not come

that of the regenerative source

nor the temporal death

of this existential charade

nor the end

of the discordant music

in the parade

we just pick up new instruments

and sing different songs

hoping to simply play that “ONE” note

that will help us

free us

that we may

transcend

© 1 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.