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.