and we listen to your emptiness . . . screaming

and we listen to your emptiness

screaming

i ask

does a thorn of a rose

validate it’s scent ?

does your sharp

and bitter tongue

sanctify your holier

than thou

or does it cause the flowering

of your soul

to seek

to embrace it’s own

shadows of worthlessness

the lotus opens

for there is light

lips part

offering a darkness

for there is light

what semblance or likeness

possesseth thou ?

your breath

thwarts dragons

for their fire

burns naught like that

of one who seeks to singe

their fellow man’s esteem

you cower in your own delusions

and shoot darts

at those who have dreams

and are aloft

seeking to fly

to higher realms

and any whispers of life

you reject

because you have none

want none

for fear of authenticity

threatens you

and your duplicity

of standards

becomes your eternal character

in your

kaleidoscopic perspectives

i do not pity you

but your scent

is not that of a rose

but you do have thorns

enfolded in your words

and we listen to your emptiness

screaming

(c) 3 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.