the universe replete, thus i speak

the universe replete, thus i speak

the beast stands beside me

a dimension apart

whispering in a language

veiled

in the cloakings

of resonant memory

i hear the tone

and it strikes a chord

that calls forth the warrior

whose days of dormancy

has come to an end

what shall come of

what i have come to know ?

the question fades

with the urgency

of task

so i ask not anymore

before me stands the quest

to aright that which is askew

with me

and all the crooked paths

become straightened

there is no anger

nor penchant for balance

just retribution

for the eons of torture

the innocent child have suffered

but a bite i took

of that spoiled fruit

which compelled me

to adventure beyond the knowing

and the sowing of seed

i have done

attempting to resurrect the glory

i once held

that was stolen

and bestowed upon my brother

of the shadows

all because

of that simple misdeed

was for naught

thus far

how i long to drink again

from that place

where the four rivers

converge in the garden

that my soul may find it’s clarity,

but i was cursed

for my innocent offering,

banished to wander

in a realm not of mine own.

had i known . . . would i have ?

we have erected towers

in our feeble attempts

to return home

and they spilled the people like me

upon the land of dreams

and we awakened

with ”Babel”-ing tongues

of understanding

we built alters

offering our obeisance

and they turned their back upon us

and they called themselves Gods ?

this is when i asked the question

“to what, to whom do we serve?”

i suffer this anguish daily

meeting the Sun each morn

with a truth

that i must endure the game

yet another cycle of time

and my soulful query of “Why”

seems to fall on the ears of the deaf

i have offered penance

i have offered stripes

i have offered love

but there is naught they wish for

for they have many souls

who are all too willing

to do their vain bidding

and to be their sacrificial lambs

so my blood is not required . . .

here

they find pleasure

in the songs of the Righteous

and the lament

of their daily toils

and we erect symphonies of anguish

praying that Prime will intercede

and we plead

and we plead

and we plead

in the interim of space

that place where

light is swallowed

where the hollowness does exist

in the abyss

of nothingness

we send our hope

to be vanquished

that it too,

the future of our children

be not eaten

for though we are not beaten, yet

we have let

the deceits overcome us

and now we ask

in what God do we trust

in the cavity of creation

where the breath of the Holy

was implanted

we aspire to ride the ether

of our inspiration

that we may transmute

the power of Soul Speak

that others may hear

and set free their fear

to no longer roam

in their own houses

that they may visit upon

the domiciles of these false warlords

and collect their reciprocal bounties

i am removing the shackles silently

deliberately

that they not notice

as i unblind my singular eye

and i now see clearly

the disparity

which we once called our verity

our truth

now the winds of solace

dance playingly

with the unified consciousness

of the people

and we all begin to sense

a greater presence

coming

summing up our wantings,

that which is no longer appeased

in nor with empty prayers

that were never heard

and that which we thought

and was taught

was once the beast

has long ceased it’s whisperings

for the voice i now hear

is that same holy breath

infused in me

and my fear is loosed

and now i have come,

i no longer dream

of empty things

i need not the Law of Attraction,

for within this fraction of existence in me

that small morsel of Prime

is mine

and i am

the universe replete

thus i speak

(c) 17 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

written at 6:00 AM