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Tuesday, November 8, 2011

hup 2 – 3 – 4

hup 2 – 3 – 4

walking Zombies
like Abercrombie
without Fitch
from the truth
of our higher selves

man, life’s a bitch
when we try to stitch
our reason to a reality

can you see my soul’s eye flitch
for it can not connect
to what it can not detect
in this suspect

and perhaps
the chaps that cowboy wears
will not abate his fears
of a sore ass
so he takes another pass
in the class
of Bronc busting
while lusting
for that prize
that all eyes
vies for
to be number one

and the Lorde said
Son . . .
you always have been number one
but no one was home
to answer the door
when He came calling
to teach that cowboy, me
the art of falling
that i would not get all broken up

hup 2 – 3 – 4
and the soldiers keep marching
to the Drum
of those beats
for the “Dumb Downed Ones”
who Hum along
to the song
of illusion
to make you feel
though you had nothing to eat
nor drink
but you still somehow
you are full
with more than that shit you ate
that deluded you to extricate
any chance
you had to dance
in the light of your own being

and the Ancients and Saints
are pleading
with the children
to awaken
and realize
that all that we have forsaken
can be taken
up again
if we but learn to
shake it up again
and learn to
bake it
and break it
that bread again
that bread of life
where rife
is the order of the day
and the way
we walk
and cease to balk
the love of one another
thy brother
thy sister
cause mister
if we do not heed now
our seed somehow
will pay our cost
for our being lost
as we are tossed
into that wasted abyss
a price no one can afford

and that golden Chord
of the Divine
which troubles our mind
will unravel
if we continue to travel
this path
walking Zombies
like Abercrombie
without Fitch
from the truth
of our higher selves

hup 2 – 3 – 4

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


Rita said...

So different for you, Bill..i like this.

W. S. Peters, Sr. said...

just a little sideways music . . . lol