with a map

with a map

from the heavens of self made egocentricity

to the bowels of humility

has he traveled

unraveling his thought from doctrine

seeking ideals betwixt

pleasure and pain

would suffering liberate him

would he learn to appreciate the small things

with humility

sitting heavy upon the shoulders

of his consciousness

or just wear the cloak

of falseness

molded by his cooperative spirit

which seemingly went along with the wind

who knows how it blows tomorrow

there was a sorrow that abided

the 4 letter words were taking their toll

he was paying the price

yet never had any groceries in the bag

and the cupboard was filled

with meaningless things

which could not sustain

anything save the illusion

that he was ok

and day by day

he sought to shore up the walls

of his esteem

for he like so many others

were taught the theories

of the “lesser than”

aspects of self

such as sin

again and again

the world about him embraced this

kiss of a preeminent death

and we believed

that there was no overcoming

so we went slumming

trying to forget

yet something was speaking within him

dispelling the indoctrinations

of this manufactured existence

thought was like a pestilence

upon the vain hopes

of we children who attempted

to climb those slippery slopes

of liberation

from the teachings

that prevailed since man could remember

and if you forgot

there was always one

somewhere all too willing

to remind you of the class

of asses. . .

ooopps i meant the masses

who would question not

a thing

but just moseyed along

singing the song

all life long

of accepted rote

did you read the note from God today ?

it is in your Soul

yes en-whole

with a map

(c) 21 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.