in my world of fantasy

in my world of fantasy





what is wrong with fantasy
if that’s where you choose to live
for in the world of reality
life takes all you have to give

in my world of fantasy
i can love one and all
if i should trip or stumble
up is how i fall

in my world of fantasy
there is no need of relief
funny thing about fantasy
there’s no such thing as grief

in my world of fantasy
all my world is fair
the trees, the flowers, the rainbows too
show their loving care

in my world of fantasy
we all do love each other
we honor life and all existence
as intended by Father and Mother

in my world of fantasy
life is all smiles, giggles and laughter
with white picket fences and Ginger Bread houses
and happily ever after

in my world of fantasy
there is just one wish amiss
to make my fantasy reality
as we live together in bliss





~ wsp ~


~ U N I R 1 ~





© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

something about a “Door”

something about a “Door”


your first time here too huh ?
life here on this earth
hey, are we supposed to take this seriously ?
or live with Joy and Mirth

kinda hard to be all happy
when there are so many who suffer
perhaps that is what “Hope’ is for
to provide us with a buffer

and what about the dreaming
an escape from what seems real
i have learned to sleep while awake
so i do not have to feel

but like the room without a light
a room it still remains, yes
to see we must but find the switch
perhaps that is the test

but it seems like i have been here
more than once before
i vaguely do remember
something about a “Door”

(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.



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on such things

on such things

tonight i sit and reflect

on such things

as meanings

and how my life

your life

our lives

seek to validate themselves

by way of what

we identify with

and believe in

and it is those very things

that separate us

and keeps us

corralled

fenced in

to our little yards

of existence

of consciousness

we formulate perspectives

or adopt them from others

and we claim them as our credos

as we go about our daily trod

exacerbating our illusory duties

rite – filled

and

rote – filled

perspective

a funny and odd conundrum

did we ever realize or surmise

that our eyes

are all focused

on the same thing

wanting the same things

believing the same things

wishing for the same things

living for the same things

crying for the same things

vying for the same things

lying for the same things

dying for the same things

you know

those same things

that confirm our worthiness

and esteem

and for that

fleeting moment

in our brief visit

upon this finite plane

while hanging on the fringes

of the wisping fabric of truth

where we have not yet awakened

and yet to acknowledge the forsakenness

of our divinity

we are deludedly validated

and Eternal awaits our coming

that it too

like me

like you

may be fulfilled

and all the blood and tears

we have spilled

through the years

and all our prayers

and our fears

will not bring us any closer

to embracing that horizon

which looms enticingly

in our untethered dreams

it seems to me personally

that this quandary

or mystery

will become history

when we step outside

the box

in this finite cycle of time

and as i sit and ponder

i must conclude

that the rectitude

i seek

is not found in circumspection

nor deflection

as i embrace my erection

of this phallic tower

of egocentric self righteousness

that circumvents

the acceptance

of what is

yea,

the answers elude me

as i delude the me of me

in my attempts to conclude me

with certainty

in one finality

of this self created epiphany

while embracing my impotence

so being stuck

in the quizzical land of the lost

minds tossed

embossed with doctrine

i lay down my dead

upon the dream saturated pillow

on my bed

that is cloaked

with the dry tears

of another day spent

perhaps frivolously

and the noble aspirations

i held in the beginning

of this eternal day

tires of the reflections

of self upon the faces

of us all

and i am reminded

that hopes and dreams

are not all that bad

for if that is all we have

or ever had

it is better than nothing

and that is

what i always come up with

when i sit and reflect

on such things

(c) 22 October 2011

where did i go wrong ?

 

This write was spawned by a brief conversation i had this morning with Leslie "mizz fab" Ryan. We spoke of constructing a Poetic collaboration for an upcoming show pertaining "Female Empowerment". In that consciousness being visited upon, spirit brought forth this offering in a Female Voice. As opposed to me offering interpretation i allow you the reader to gather what you will. On an un-final note, i beseech us all to do what we can to eradicate the violence amongst our Brethern and Sisters, and embrace the Humanity by our thoughts, our deeds, and most importantly the sharing of the gifts we have in any way we can at every opportunity. It does come back to us . . . in kind.

where did i go wrong ?

he used to complete me

and now he beats me

where did i go wrong ?

i used to paint

i used to dance

but life has taken away my song

this day

so i play with the shadows

of memories

i remember love

yet i feel

and now she acts like

she does not know me

anymore

she walked out that door

long ago

but she left her pictures

on the mantle

within my heart

how i longed for her sweet embrace

endearing touch

just a smile even

her scent

i often lived with hope

that she would move back in

when she first departed

and since then

all hell broke out

bringing with them

my fears and my doubts

pertaining my worthiness to live

i gave all i could give

but that apparently

was not good enough

for him

yes i realize

the road was tough

for him

my beloved

and me too

but what you gonna do

and it was not my fault

he lost his job

and his means

to provide

so in lieu of

a means

to reconcile his low self esteem

he beat me

to feel masterful again

and again

and again

and again

and in my desperate calls

for salvation

liberation

exacerbation

and extrication

from this tortuous

path i travel

all that was ever sacred in me

began to unravel

should i blame God for this

please Lord

just one Kiss

that will take me back

to that which i miss

when love lived in my house

i have now come to this place

where facing the wakened moments

and the Sunshine

that used to be mine

is still dark

the children in the park

laughing

playing

displaying their joys

brings me tears

and now i have fears

for them as well

who is going to tell them

about the possibilities

life has in store for them

who is going to tell them

that all that you once loved

can change

to this

an absence of the possibilities

of bliss

should i blame YOU God for this

please Lord

just one Kiss

that will take me back

to that which i miss

when love lived in my house

but for now

he beats me

when he used to

complete me

where did i go wrong ?

(c) 21 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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The Butterfly Effect

The Butterfly Effect

i spread my wings

and i flap them once

and a Hurricane

is visited upon Asia

do you now what ODDD is

it is

Oculo Dento Digital Dysplasia

it is a disease

that is not appeased

by our simple understandings

this is my purpose

i come in peace

to cease the sleep

that keeps us from the wonders

of our world

i have come this day

to herald an awakening

to the journey of discovery

as i uncover thee

and show you your light

for far too long

the night has endured

and no disease may be cured

unless we are aware

and care

to gather that faction

of mobilization’

and take action

and demand

change

you see

there is something within me

that is tired

of complacency

how about you

and as we open our eyes

and come to realize

that we

yes we

are the progenitors

of the path we travel

that web of trickery

and deceit

begins to unravel

and we will stand naked

and face our truths

and for once

in this eclectic journey

where we have embraced

unfueled dreams

we may just taste

just how sweet

life can be

so just as that butterfly

we too can spread our wings

and watch

our musical souls dance

across the landscapes

of our dreams once again

that are fueled this time

with wonder

and discovery

that we can initiate

a hurricane

in Asia

 

(c) 15 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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The Antithesis . . . World Healing, World Peace 2012

The Antithesis

he looked about him

at a world

that no longer hurt

numbed

beyond the dumb-downed-ness

that initiated this mess

that tested the very patience

of creation

his eye and soul

had long ago

lost it’s pain

but not it’s suffering

somewhere in the recesses

of his mind

he remembered

smiles and laughter

Children Playing

people talking to each other

he almost managed a smile

but he could not escape

this reality

every since hope

was banished

from the world’s existentialism

what had they done

had we slept too long

he asked

every wakened moment

of every day

better yet

what have they not done

children these days

marched as drones

just as he had done

so many years ago

as he slept through life

giving of his word

but not his voice

nor his deed

just like all the others

the people

the communities

the nations

humanity

the big Corporations

and the Banks

and the Special Interest groups

had won the battle

of their selfish greed

over that of

integrity

compassion

and equanimity

yet they lost the war

along with us all

for we all were human

humane perhaps

at one time

so long ago

and a new man was born

with their asses

and their lives

pre slapped

into an eternal dismality

where the balance

and frailty

of goodness

was no longer a part of

the equation

most people

never spoke

to each other these days

for their ways

were beyond

their sensitivities

for they no longer had any

and their proclivity

was a simple existence

one of simply

live to die

many vied

for the unknown journey

death would provide them

the ultimate release

for the Soul

they had no sunshine

in their lives

just a continuous fabric

of doom

and gloom

as they assumed

the position

without opposition

of any kind

he remembered the riots

and the burning of clergy

and priests

without cease

until they were liberated

from the clutches of their own dogma

who knew it would come to this

and speaking of dogs

and pets

they had long ago been eaten

for the food

was all contaminated

irradiated

right in front

of their sedated eyes

as i said

no one really realized

it would come to this

no chance for bliss

or the kiss of happiness

funny the twist

life takes

when we make

no amends

to initiate a change

we usually always get

what we allow

don’t we

and he asks

why didn’t he

vote for change

by showing up

and assist in the denial

of the corrupt legions of fear

within himself

and the world

and now

this is what has been heralded in

this day is the result

of choosing quiet

instead of shouting

loud

in the crowd

of his fellow man

and this day

he clearly understood

once more

that when the door of opportunity

for goodness comes about

we must walk through it

otherwise

we get what we deserve

for we have served

the consciousness of death

the antithesis to Peace and Healing

hereby sealing the future

in a grave

of desolate dimsmalities

and abysmal disparity

where the balance

and frailty

of goodness

and parity

was no longer a part of

the equation

the landscape

where any sort of elation

had no persuasion

or voice

for if we act not for change

we get what we allow

our choice

and that is

the antithesis

(c) 17 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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The Antithesis

he looked about him

at a world

that no longer hurt

numbed

beyond the dumb-downed-ness

that initiated this mess

that tested the very patience

of creation

his eye and soul

had long ago

lost it’s pain

but not it’s suffering

somewhere in the recesses

of his mind

he remembered

smiles and laughter

Children Playing

people talking to each other

he almost managed a smile

but he could not escape

this reality

every since hope

was banished

from the world’s existentialism

what had they done

had we slept too long

he asked

every wakened moment

of every day

better yet

what have they not done

children these days

marched as drones

just as he had done

so many years ago

as he slept through life

giving of his word

but not his voice

nor his deed

just like all the others

the people

the communities

the nations

humanity

the big Corporations

and the Banks

and the Special Interest groups

had won the battle

of their selfish greed

over that of

integrity

compassion

and equanimity

yet they lost the war

along with us all

for we all were human

humane perhaps

at one time

so long ago

and a new man was born

with their asses

and their lives

pre slapped

into an eternal dismality

where the balance

and frailty

of goodness

was no longer a part of

the equation

most people

never spoke

to each other these days

for their ways

were beyond

their sensitivities

for they no longer had any

and their proclivity

was a simple existence

one of simply

live to die

many vied

for the unknown journey

death would provide them

the ultimate release

for the Soul

they had no sunshine

in their lives

just a continuous fabric

of doom

and gloom

as they assumed

the position

without opposition

of any kind

he remembered the riots

and the burning of clergy

and priests

without cease

until they were liberated

from the clutches of their own dogma

who knew it would come to this

and speaking of dogs

and pets

they had long ago been eaten

for the food

was all contaminated

irradiated

right in front

of their sedated eyes

as i said

no one really realized

it would come to this

no chance for bliss

or the kiss of happiness

funny the twist

life takes

when we make

no amends

to initiate a change

we usually always get

what we allow

don’t we

and he asks

why didn’t he

vote for change

by showing up

and assist in the denial

of the corrupt legions of fear

within himself

and the world

and now

this is what has been heralded in

this day is the result

of choosing quiet

instead of shouting

loud

in the crowd

of his fellow man

and this day

he clearly understood

once more

that when the door of opportunity

for goodness comes about

we must walk through it

otherwise

we get what we deserve

for we have served

the consciousness of death

the antithesis to Peace and Healing

hereby sealing the future

in a grave

of desolate dimsmalities

and abysmal disparity

where the balance

and frailty

of goodness

and parity

was no longer a part of

the equation

the landscape

where any sort of elation

had no persuasion

or voice

for if we act not for change

we get what we allow

our choice

and that is

the antithesis

(c) 17 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Hurt People, Hurt People

Hurt People, Hurt People

we all live disconnected

from something

inside

yes, there is something

a memory

a time in our past

we have yet to resolve

in our now

some of us

have a few things

some of us believe

differently

that if we close

our psychic eye

it will go away

some of us believe

in Karmic balance

and try to pay the debt

our souls have accumulated

in our circumspective good

but still within

lives the Demon

who haunts our dreams

our unconsciousness

waiting for that small moment

to slip in to our now

of proposed goodness

Hurt People, Hurt People

We are hurting inside

some a dull ache

some acute

but it is never cute

when we seek

to liberate

and extricate

our pains upon another

our sisters and our brothers

for in the Karmic balance

we have just gathered

another opportunity

for the lesson

perhaps that is why

confessing

the sins against self

gives us some relief

within the confines

of our beliefs

Hurt People, Hurt People

i pray, i pray

every day

to understand

that which is within me

that i may see

the path

that will set me free

from this Cyclic

Karmic

Merry Go Round

and be grounded again

in a place

where pain

dissipates back

into the illusory ether

of nothingness

but i am hurt

Hurt People, Hurt People

and these ghosts

of suppositions

take position

once again

upon the shoulders of my reason

season in

season out

pretending they are my resolution

pretending they are my friend

again and again

Hurt People, Hurt People

and in truth

it matters not the incident

whether

design

default

or accident

for the greater gift

is the experience

as we query

in due diligence

about that which we fear

run to Jesus young man

is that the plan

but don’t bring a Christ

your dirty Laundry

unless you want it cleaned

and even Buddha can not glean

that hull of illusion

from your being

if you are holding on to it

and all the shit

that clings

to that empty song

that no one sings

Hurt People, Hurt People

the music of the Divine

is always playing

now what am i saying here

is it our fear

that promulgates the shadows

that cloak our light

and presents to us

a journey of night

where we can not

embrace the vision

face our inner child

taste the fruits

of our desired expectations

Hurt People, Hurt People

yes, we have all sown seeds

of goodness

and Lorde knows

we needs a break

from the fake

walls of reality

that we have constructed

around us

to protect

those esteems

that we are worthy

but our Dreams

cannot scale it’s heights

neither Day nor Night

and the Widths

are exponentially with out end

yet we defend them

like all is sacred

Hurt People, Hurt People

and as we lay

in the bed of sorrows

of our yesterdays

our now

our tomorrows

perhaps there will come

something

anything

from somewhere

not without

but within

that will stir our souls

into an awakening

and move us away

from forever forsaking

our regality

our sovereignty

our divinity

over our own journey

and we can now get up

off these gurneys

of death

and live as we should

as we were designed

in unrequited love

for each other

our Sisters and our Brothers

and let our pains

of being disconnected

let our Cosmic goodness

be resurrected

into our eternities

of goodness

as it should be

for if we stay in this fold

of the cold nights

embracing our frights

and fears

and doubt

the fight with your demons

will endure

that is for sure

and you and i

will never ever

see eye to eye

for

Hurt People, Hurt People

let the cycle of madness be ended

for it stars and ends with me

 

 

(c) 8 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

what can i do

what can i do

what can i possibly give you

if your hand is clenched

what can i possibly tell you

if you are busy speaking

what sweet fruit may i share with you

if you have no trust

what can i possible show you

if all you see is pain

how can i possibly love you

if your pained heart is dwelling there still

it is easy . . . i just love you anyway

what i can do

(c) 6 September : 2011 William S. Peters, Sr.

i come to you

i come to you

i have been searching for you for aeons

and your resonance has glowed within my soul

i have followed the flame

and the glow of your light

has directed me

through the presence of night

i come to you

sweet communion

was the order of the day

all he longed for was peace

a place where he may lay his head

and rest

he drew his sword for battle

and though he sought

to vanquish the enemy of the land

the enemy within

was the Demon

he wished to slay

this day

he saw no other alternative

but to fight to his death

to give his life

to the higher order

of defending all that he loved

yes he drew his sword

in accord

to a warriors duty

and honor

the odds were against

that any

of his comrades

would survive

he liked those odds

for finally

he would be liberated

from the anguish

of being separated

all these aeons

from that which he needed

the other half of his soul

i come to you

it was so many life times ago

he could vaguely remember

when she was banished

vanquished

from the court

for having his child

yes, they had defiled

the established dictums

the rules of order

the modicum of behavior

for she was beneath his stature

he was of sovereign blood

i come to you

it was beginning

to come back to him now

resonant memory

like the sun

shimmering upon the lake that day

when she taught him the way

and revealed the path

of a higher order

where borders

and restraints

to ones passions

no longer appeared

as real

he was feeling something

new

and he knew

that this journey

she led him on

was more than a simple quest

more than a test

more than but another conquest

it was a liberation of sorts

and the only retort

he could muster

was acquiescence

to the lesson before him

as the flower of a lighted consciousness

began to unfold

her flesh told stories

of bliss

found in but a single kiss

upon her lips

where his sensualities

became alive

and now in remembrance

of that which transpired

so many lifetimes before

here he stood at the door

of a weariness of soul

and no thought any longer

could cajole him

to wish to proceed

in his search

for this flame

his twin

who made him whole

yes he was tired

yet spirited

as a warrior should always be

and as he drew his sword

from its sheath

for the final time

there was a glimmer of light

reflections from the Sun

a glint

that immobilized

this fleeting introspective moment

and he remembered

the shimmering

upon the lake that day

where he lay beside her

when she taught him the way

the path to a higher order

where borders

and restraints

to ones passions

no longer appeared

as real

and in solemn silence

he spoke these words

i have been searching for you for aeons

and your resonance has glowed within my soul

i have followed the flame

and the glow of your light

has directed me

through the presence of night

and this day

i come to you

(c) 6 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Sacred Kiss

The Sacred Kiss

my lips softly pressed upon hers

and i could feel

her fervency

her urgency

rise to the surface

to meet that of my own

yes,

it has been too long

since either of us

have heard that song

of unbridled passion

play its melodic harmonies

upon our breath

and into our realities

the little men danced

upon my loins

for their time for sleep

was over

yes,

she has uncovered

my secret

the adversity i held within

about my celibate

reclusive ways

and inclinations

have been exposed

and this day

i was exploring

what i secretly dreamed of

during those lonely nights of denial

when my primal urges and i

wrestled with reason

and false convictions

i ask my self

could it be this easy

for me to fall into this pit

whose walls allowed me not

in their Teflon like slipperiness

to grasp any sanctity

no control of my plight

i do not care now

for this excursion

into this realm of promise

of divine bliss

overwhelmed me

as

my lips softly pressed upon hers

for this sacred kiss

(c) 5 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Announcing : World Peace...World Healing 2012 Poetry Contest

World Peace. . . World Healing

2012 Poetry Contest

Theme : World Peace. . . World Healing

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All Poems must strictly adhere to this as Subject Matter.

All Poetry Forms are Acceptable.

No Essays or Prose will be considered.

Please refrain from the following :

                   * Offensive Language
                   * Racism
                   * Bigotry
                   * Gender Casting
                   * Any other Subject that does not promote
                      World Healing and World Peace or is      
                      Offensive or Derogatory !


Submission Opens : 15 October 2010

Submissions Close : 31 December 2011

Submission Intake : WorldPHPoetryContest2012@gmail

Submit the Following :
                   Poem
                   JPEG Head Shot of Poet (no Avatars)
                   Bio : limit 1 paragraph of 50 words or less
                   Contact information : Email and Telephone

*   Poetry must be in Microsoft Word DOC format or RTF 
     Only.

*   Poem must also be Copy and Pasted in Email Body.

*   Please, NO MULTIPLE SUBMISSIONS

*   Incomplete submissions WILL BE DISCARDED and not
     responded to !

*   Make sure your work is Edited before submitting. Your
     work will be judged on what you submit. We are not 
     going to Edit your Submissions for you!

Disclaimer :

Your Submission and participation in the Contest and effort is purely voluntary. You the Author / Writer / Poet will retain all rights to your work. Your submission will be your consent to allow The New Writers, Inner Child Press and all other Affiliates the right to use your work for Promotional Purposes only and the Inclusion in the “World Peace, World Healing Poetry Anthology”. No Writer will have any vested Rights or Ownership to the Anthology.

For any questions concerning any of this please consult your Legal Advisor or drop us a line at : WorldPHPoetryContest2012@gmail

Underwritten by

Administrators

Janet "Derailed Poet" Perkins Caldwell

Rick O'Shields

William S. Peters, Sr.