~ Questions ~

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~ Questions ~

a Collaboration with Arnita D. Doggett

(Arnita)

i open my eyes to the softness of your touch
are my feet touching ground?

i smile from my heart as you call me "Baby"
never sounded so sweet ... so real ... so true

i could almost swear i saw a cloud
when you kissed my lips with passion
is Heaven close by?

there is magic in you ...

(bill)

i came to you

with a poem in my heart

begging to be freed

when your lips touched mine

i realized my own beauty

and it became my duty

to explore your depths

that cloud you saw

carried me beyond

to that place where we communed

upon the bed of bliss

embraced in that kiss

where eternity stands stilled

(Arnita)

I read your poem
it was the fuel for the fire
and it found its freedom

i was breath-less
until you gave my heart a beat

i hold your hand
and feast on the One-ness of us two
making me realize the Beauty in why
God made Woman from man
for man

and from the heart
that's learned your feel
i am alive with feelings
Touch me again ...

(bill)

as my words reach out to touch you

in that place

that causes our passions to flow

i am consumed

as i offer my self to you

for the same

in the name of all that is holy

i wholly submit

to our truth

there are two things

that can not be denied

and that is thy beauty

and our love

and that breath lost in the “less”

has made me more

and i now do implore

that we come

together as one

as it is written

that it must be so

so be it

(Arnita)

at Peace with you and myself
i close my eyes again
as i lay
heart , body , mind and soul
in the halo of your arm ...

(bill)

and our embrace awakens all that is eternal

and all questions are answered

All Rights Reserved :

Arnita D. Doggett & William S. Peters, Sr.

‎~ Questions ~

a Collaboration with Arnita D. Doggett

(Arnita)

i open my eyes to the softness of your touch
are my feet touching ground?

i smile from my heart as you call me "Baby"
never sounded so sweet ... so real ... so true

i could almost swear i saw a cloud
when you kissed my lips with passion
is Heaven close by?

there is magic in you ...

 

(bill)

 

i came to you

with a poem in my heart

begging to be freed

 

when your lips touched mine

i realized my own beauty

and it became my duty

to explore your depths

 

that cloud you saw

carried me beyond

to that place where we communed

upon the bed of bliss

embraced in that kiss

where eternity stands stilled

(Arnita)

I read your poem
it was the fuel for the fire
and it found its freedom

i was breath-less
until you gave my heart a beat

i hold your hand
and feast on the One-ness of us two
making me realize the Beauty in why
God made Woman from man
for man

and from the heart
thats learned your feel
i am alive with feelings
Touch me again ...

(bill)

as my words reach out to touch you

in that place

that causes our passions to flow

i am consumed

as i offer my self to you

for the same

in the name of all that is holy

i wholly submit

to our truth

there are two things

that can not be denied

and that is thy beauty

and our love

and that breath lost in the “less”

has made me more

and i now do implore

that we come

together as one

as it is written

that it must be so

so be it

(Arnita)

at Peace with you and myself
i close my eyes again
as i lay
heart , body , mind and soul
in the halo of your arm ...

(bill)

and our embrace awakens all that is eternal

and all questions are answered

All Rights Reserved :

Arnita D. Doggett & William S. Peters, Sr.

in my expectations

in my expectations

i have climbed many mountains

in hopes

that i may drink from the fountains

where my desires

poured out

upon thy breast

and the test of this man

was reduced

to simply understand

the conquest

that stood before me

i am a simple man

with simple thoughts

of you and i

my eye is consumed

and i do assume

that we will come to be

you and me

many nights

i lay my head

upon my pillow

upon my bed

intently

wishing for your presence

that we may commune

in the ravishing of our needs

i have seeds here waiting

to be implanted in your garden

open thy furrow

my love

my expectations

can not hold

much longer

your skin dances in expectation

for the touch of my fingers

and i have a thought

that lingers

upon the taste of your nectar

upon my tongue

i hear your rapid heart beat

and your breath quickens

as you anticipate

as do i

this moment

time has stood still

while i embrace

the taste

of this expectation

where elation

of ones passions

are unloosed

not to be recused

ever again

in my expectations

(c) 28 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the Know . . .

. . . the “KNOW”


should be not by ritual
nor by ways of rite
that one should garner
the final insight
for ‘twas always with you
in the palm of you hand
by way of your will
moved by demand

‘tis beyond belief
it resides in the “KNOW”
a certainty of life
within Life’s flow

the eye must be opened
to feel the vibes
a word of all power
in thy heart ‘tis inscribed


. . . the “KNOW”



~ wsp ~

~ U N I R 1 ~



© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

a majority of one

a majority of one


i am a majority of one
and i'm having fun
i can kiss the moon
i can kiss the sun
i remember the time
when i was two
i was so confused
i didn’t know what to do


i just couldn’t seem
to make up my mind
serving two masters
no straight road could i find


living my life based
on others opinion
just going along
giving them dominion


but i finally know
i got it just right
no need to tell me
for i see my own light


but should in our journey
we share a moment or two
i must let you know
i'm blessed to have met you


but be you aware
of the cold hard fact
when they don’t get what they want
they’ll resort to attack


so keep a clear head
for it’s not as it seems
there are powers adrift
and they’re stealing all dreams


so that is just why
i say what i say
i remind my self
every way every day


i am a majority of one
and i'm having fun
i can kiss the moon
i can kiss the sun


. . . marching to the beat of my own drum




© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

a skin with a view . . .

  a skin with a view . . .


most of us live in
a skin with a view
arbitrarily manipulated
to divide me and you
the objective of course
is to conquer by division
setting opinions askew
from competent decisions


our Race and our Creed
is the most popular choice
the propaganda is fed
to alter our voice


and then there’s Religion
oh my Lorde
attacking each other
like a ravenous horde


let us not forget Gender
the ultimate selection process
i just don’t get it
i honestly must confess


there are many other preferences
created in our mass mind
as differences are created
found rooted in kind


but the line finally drawn
is etched in the sand
illusions of economics
isolated by demand


if we look at what divides us
these are but a few
so be very keenly mindful
of your skin with a view


~ wsp ~

~ U N I R 1 ~

© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

edge again

edge again

on the edge again

looking over the rim

into that chasm of self

and its faint recollections

of existentialism

and i saw the words of Frankl

and Jung

and me

like a reed in the summer marsh breeze

i resonated

swaying

laying

for that

new wind

old wind

same wind

new wind

my friend

they may have termed it convolution

i call it yearning

as i stretch

being embraced

by the whispers of possibilities

inducing me to dream

again

and the treasures and gifts

my friend

the wind

brings my way

this day

as i look over this edge again

(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

examinations

examinations

what will you do

when life distinguishes you

when you find your self

standing on that stage alone

no Pen

no Pad

no Cell phone

just your voice

what will you speak of

will you speak of love ?

of you Craft

your Pen

others

your life

you self

what words do you think

will be shared

as your audience endears their ears

to hear what you have to say

what do you have to say

i am curious

in a sort of delirious way

as i meander

through these examinations

examinations

(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

this day . . .

this day

the light of the Sun

filtering through my eye lashes

restoring the glint in my eye

warmth

recognition

contemplation

on my path

watching my footstep in the yard

imprints of me

behind me

and footsteps

waiting to be fulfilled

ahead of me

i am coming

dear destiny

you have led me

in my blindness

along the path

i had to travel

for it was mine

with the colors of travail

the colors of joy

the things i have done

and the things

i failed to deploy

they were all mine

i often reflect on that oft’ used word

“purpose”

perhaps we make much ado about nothing

perhaps not

is it the seeking

is this our lot

the plight of mankind

to seek boundaries

that either we rebuke them

refute them or allow them to become

our defining moment

the collection of this life’s work

and to what end do we serve thee

this day

as your unknown yoke

chokes the best of our lives

from the pits of our bowels

to come forth

i assuredly am lost

tossed about the realms of reason

and trust me

the seasons are endless

it seems

i bother not to count anymore

for the numbers never change

they are the same

1 - 2 – 3 etcetera

and Ma nor Pa

nor Grand Pa

nor anyone

never did explain

this quasi insane

inane

plain

of pains

and exhilarations

we mostly live distracted

from a variety of ultimates

such as Love

Light

Truth

yet we go about our indoctrinal ways

infecting our youth

to live as we have

undiscovered

never to uncover

who we may become

beyond

this day

(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Tree of the Land

The Tree of the Land

There was a Land, and on that Land there was a People. On the Land of the People there was a Mount. At the top of that Mount there was a Tree.

The Tree did not look like much, but at certain times upon the back drop of the Sky, the Tree took on an appearance of “Reverence’ unequaled by any thing upon the Land. The Stars of the Sky seemed to embrace this Craggy Old Tree with their Lighted Beauty, thereby enhancing the Tree’s distinction. Oh what a sight to see.

Over the Time of the Ages, this Tree was the subject of many Stories and Folklore across the Land. The People of this land developed a wonderful Symbiotic Life with this Tree. They had come to depend on this Tree and the Tree quiet as it was became a part of their Family. They truly had an unspoken Love for each other. It was as if they were connected in some unknown sense of being. You might say that they over the time in this land had become “One”!
As the younger generations came to be, it had become quite common for the People of the Land to consult the Tree with their concerns of Life. They truly saw this Tree as Wise.

Yes, this Tree had firmly ingrained itself into their Culture, their Family, their Community and their Hearts. The Beauty of this Tree had transmuted itself to the depths of their Soul . . . the meaning of Life. The Tree was Life, and they knew it. The People of the Land celebrated the presence of the Tree in their life with Song and Dance. They were so grateful.

As time continued on, the people noticed how the Field surrounding the Tree had started to blossom forth with Life. The Beauty was truly manifesting itself to the environment that surrounded it. It’s Grace was there in their Visions as a provider of things of Grace and Beauty. It had begun to adorn the Fields of Life that had come to surround it’s presence. The Fields were dancing with Life, and the People of the Land saw this as coming from the Tree, which they had come to love so much. They instinctively knew that the Root of cause was founded in Love. The Children of the People of the Land sat for hours and days in Peace and Joy in the quiet Solitude of this wonder.

Again as time went forth, the Legend of the Tree went forth across all Lands of all the People. Pilgrims began to come see . . . to see if the Fable of this Tree was as reported. Upon Arrival, the interesting aspect of what each One (Pilgrim) saw was “As They Saw!”

Some Pilgrim’s visions were that of a Lonely Tree sitting in Solitude upon a Mount.

Others saw A Tree of Solitude On a Mount with the Beautiful Background of the Sky . . .
but they did not see the Stars . . .

Others saw a Tree that was Loved by the People of the Land, but they saw not much more . . .

and others saw the Wisdom of the Tree . . .

Others saw the connectivity of the Tree to the People of the Village. Why they even experienced it for themselves . . .

some even became the Tree . . .

and then there was the Wise Men of Other Lands . . . and they saw the Dualism of All Life . . .

and the Priest saw the Contrasts of Good and Evil . . . wwooooooooooo

the Children of Life saw something so much different than all those
Learned and Mature Ones before them . . .

Though they saw the Mystery of Life as evoked through those who were so much more intelligent than they . . .

they choose to see a place of Love . . .

where Love was Abundant . . .



They saw a Place of Peace and Joy where their hearts could explore the Glory and Wonders of Life.

What i have learned from the Children is simply this . . . .
There are many Seasons in Life . . .

yet, it is we who are in Control of how we perceive the aspects of what we see . . .

we CAN choose to Dance and Sing . . .

for . . .

Life is how you see it !



let us acknowledge the Beauty of Life . . . and then let “IT” spread across the Lands of All the People !

(c) 7 April 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the winter swan . . .

the winter swan . . .the winter swan upon the lake
bathed languidly in the solstice light
it’s soul dancing across his memories
yearning for his final flight


his beauty yet held in weariness
seasons past and those to come
yet with duty he preened his countenance
and gave to life his sum


he overflowed with emptiness
for a swan was all they saw
yet he was so, so much more
but to be a swan was his law


was he bound by his own making
was this forever his fate
could he somehow transcend himself
could he ever pass through the gate


was not he also a keeper
of this sacred unknown trust
that beauty comes through suffering
and love transmutes from lust


(c) December 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

unhindered . . . .

unhindered . . . .

unshackle thy chains
loose thy bond
that our souls may fly
far, far beyond

the landscapes of dreams
packaged in thought
and all the pretty roses
in which my spirit is caught

let me be free
what ever that may be
may i know my truth
with divine clarity

may i embrace love
in the nakedness of self
with naught betwixt
the source of my wealth

let me dance in joy
to the creation of song
that i may now taste
the sweetness i long

‘tis my life quest
my earnest and solemn plea
teach me oh master
to simply “BE”

unhindered . . . .

(c) 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.



~ inner child ~


~inner child enterprises

the art of life

the art of life

in the art of class of life
i’ve painted out side the lines
i forsook all the rules before me
exploring the limits of my mind

for boundaries are for the testing
as i am seeking to expand
for if i explore not beyond the limits
what do i truly understand

for what is in the box is understood
all of it’s tomorrows are known
but me, i’m searching for that sacred seed
the one that’s not yet sown

they say there’s nothing new under the sun
i can not believe this to be true
for only one who’s seen it all
can speak this truth to you

and my quest is but to know Him
He who knows all things
that i may learn the song of life
for which my longing heart sings

the art of life . . .

(c) 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

beaches of existence

beaches of existence

i was walking along the beaches of my existence

contemplating my shore and my Seas of deep

as i realized how far i have come and gone

i just stood and i started to weep

once again i have been delivered

to the safe harbor of dry land

i look to the Heavens with gratitude

for here is another day and i stand

i know once again i shall embark

on yet another journey, another quest

i pray that i may gather my light

as i enter thy dark with my best

i will don my armour of hope

to discover things i know not of

i shall depart with the zeal of the Midnight Stars

and give my light to the night with love

as you stand on the beaches of your existence

can you hear the Ocean’s mythical song

come with me and we shall quest as One

and let us fill our cup with that which we long

. . . love !

~ wsp ~

22 June 2008

Platonic Dreams ?

Platonic Dreams ?

platonic dreams

from Teflon existences

can never usher forth

any viable reality

where validity

will stand

beyond the fleeting thought

and we cry to the heavens

concocted tunes of anguish

that we created

just to have something to cry about

but who is listening

the guest at your pity party

you call your life

gather around

to poke fun

at those who have a life

beyond the deluded textures

of make believe

gathering paper

making their lists

is your name on the guest roster

for next weekend’s episode

i though so

no i am not going

email me some pictures

or post them on FaceBook

like you normally do

all your dirty laundry

and let the world know

that Maury Povich

and Jerry Springer

don’t have a corner on the market

of foolishness

we elucidate our thoughts

openly

and though the light

is as bright as it can be

the darkness prevails

what ails ya man

i don’t understand

the plan

that makes a man

take the route

you have taken

again

and again

and again

and i desire no explanation

for whatever exhilaration

you receive

in your conceptions

of deceptions

to your self

does not alter a damned thing

exception our perception

of you

fool

by the way

how did you do in school

were you challenged ?

by those same

Platonic Dreams ?

23 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.