Compellation and Tryst

Compellation and Tryst

what innate character within man

compels him to mold such manner

that has him

embrace his muse

with divine affection

in a moment

and thus

turn the shoulder

of conscious rejection

is it the dichotomous aspects

of Soul

the convolution of Spirit and Matter

and it does matter to me

the flatterous words of thee

my muse

as you impart to me

that which i can not

readily see

and then i shoo you

rebuke you

for you

make my indulgence

of self

uncomfortable

you do

i thought you knew

perhaps you do

as you exact what’s due

our appointed times have come

have gone

and at times you come

in rhymes and verse

at times

your words

are terse

as you attempt to disperse

that which is wayward

within

and then

i draw closer

to that mystical place

where i may one day face

my sum

i often contemplate

deliberate

and examine

many such things

as the compellation

and tryst of man

and with your whisperings

i believe i am on to something

i consider just how

does a Muse like you

speak thru

that which confuses me

as you bemuse me

with the breeze from Soul

from heart

but never mind, mind

for mind is being schooled

and ruled

by the illusions

and the delusions it creates

to not suffocate

its self in it’s own mind stuff

it regurgitates

how does one control a mind

a thought

its quite easy  you see

you take a Truth

and dress it with a Lie

and there belies the quest

of man

or you take a Lie

and veil it with Truth

and man will never understand

and that is but another test

and in my thinking process

i must confess

that i always embraced

Truth as an ultimate

but can i face it,

taste it upon my tongue ?

this is my song being sung

and thus continues

the venue

of the endless seeking

and we believe we are peeking

at the Sun

the Light

held within a Night

but not quite

who was it . . .  Descartes

who said

“Cogito Ergo Sum”

“i think therefore i am”

damn him

had we not assumed

would we . . . “BE”

caught betwixt

needing that fix

to become aplomb

and list no more

on the Oceans of consciousness

and find that shore

that safe harbor

where we journey no more

the stormy seas

uttering pleas to the heavens

twixt . . . and

of Compellation and Tryst ?

(c) 25 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.