High Brow

High Brow

i think my self a “High Brow”

at times

for i spend my time

seeking to peek

beyond Horizons

and the Event

i want no surprisin’

when Time folds itself

upon my Space

causing me to evacuate

my delusional now

no, i want not the un-comfort

that reality’s corrections bring

when it sticks it’s erection

of truth

where it hurts so badly

and sadly

we would be content

with our life spent

chasing dreams

that do not even belong to us

the Siren’s Songs

of Wall Street and the Credit Industry

and the Medium of Distorted News

beckons us

to forget the reckoning of Soul

with Life incarnate

and the carnage continues

i am devouring the future of my children

as we compete in the eat-along

while the faintly playing songs

of our own anguish

translates in to the language

of our feeble discontent

which was meant to trigger

an awakening

we attempt to build buildings

on foundations of sand

with un-dried mud

and untried blueprints

that was never meant

to be anything

but life’s slurry

that runs to the depths of bottom-ness

but go figure

how did we manage to rewire

our circuit boards

our Mother Board

were we bored one day

and said in our head

let’s fuck our lives up ?

the fire of Soul’ purpose

becomes purposeless

save in our own minds

as we continue to feed the mess

with our indifference

and lack of empathy for the “whole”

i will kick my self one day

for the lesson was kicking me

and i felt not a thing

as i numbly knelt and prayed

to the Gods of no power

hour after hour

until all that was sweet

tasted sour

but i was in denial

big time

why even my Rhymes as a poet

had lost it’s “soul speak” flow

and i know it

but i am struggling

to reclaim my throne

where it is known that the words

of a Poet

are meant to be heard

for that is what the world requires of us

to be truthful and empowering

with that fire within us

as we speak loudly

of the whisperings

most have not heard before

listened to before

we must speak of doors being opened

for we all are coping

with the bullshit

are we not ?

we must not fail to forgive

and acquit our selves

and each other

for ignorance was the plan

of others who designed

that pill we all swallowed

and allowed

to take over our Consciousness

and if i refuse to peer

leer

at the lower

it is not fear

of an certain unknown

for we know what awaits us

on the bottom of life’s bowels

yes

Bottom Feeders

those whom we called

at one time

Leaders

who eat our Young

and of the garbage

of our errant tongue

of our waste

of our defaced esteems

so let us not make haste

to be like unto them

filled with greed and avarice

and device

that steals our higher vision

make a decision

and choose

and join me

as we look to and above

the Horizon

where surmising

that things will get better

of their own accord,

for they won’t

if we don’t

become High Brow

in our demands . . .

understand ?

(c) 6 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.