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Monday, November 28, 2011

~ Questions ~



~ Questions ~

a Collaboration with Arnita D. Doggett

(Arnita)

i open my eyes to the softness of your touch
are my feet touching ground?

i smile from my heart as you call me "Baby"
never sounded so sweet ... so real ... so true

i could almost swear i saw a cloud
when you kissed my lips with passion
is Heaven close by?

there is magic in you ...

(bill)

i came to you
with a poem in my heart
begging to be freed

when your lips touched mine
i realized my own beauty
and it became my duty
to explore your depths

that cloud you saw
carried me beyond
to that place where we communed
upon the bed of bliss
embraced in that kiss
where eternity stands stilled

(Arnita)

I read your poem
it was the fuel for the fire
and it found its freedom

i was breath-less
until you gave my heart a beat

i hold your hand
and feast on the One-ness of us two
making me realize the Beauty in why
God made Woman from man
for man

and from the heart
that's learned your feel
i am alive with feelings
Touch me again ...

(bill)

as my words reach out to touch you
in that place
that causes our passions to flow
i am consumed
as i offer my self to you
for the same

in the name of all that is holy
i wholly submit
to our truth

there are two things
that can not be denied
and that is thy beauty
and our love

and that breath lost in the “less”
has made me more
and i now do implore
that we come
together as one
as it is written
that it must be so
so be it

(Arnita)

at Peace with you and myself
i close my eyes again
as i lay
heart , body , mind and soul
in the halo of your arm ...

(bill)

and our embrace awakens all that is eternal
and all questions are answered


All Rights Reserved :
Arnita D. Doggett & William S. Peters, Sr.




‎~ Questions ~

a Collaboration with Arnita D. Doggett

(Arnita)

i open my eyes to the softness of your touch
are my feet touching ground?

i smile from my heart as you call me "Baby"
never sounded so sweet ... so real ... so true

i could almost swear i saw a cloud
when you kissed my lips with passion
is Heaven close by?

there is magic in you ...
 
(bill)
 
i came to you
with a poem in my heart
begging to be freed
 
when your lips touched mine
i realized my own beauty
and it became my duty
to explore your depths
 
that cloud you saw
carried me beyond
to that place where we communed
upon the bed of bliss
embraced in that kiss
where eternity stands stilled

(Arnita)

I read your poem
it was the fuel for the fire
and it found its freedom

i was breath-less
until you gave my heart a beat

i hold your hand
and feast on the One-ness of us two
making me realize the Beauty in why
God made Woman from man
for man

and from the heart
thats learned your feel
i am alive with feelings
Touch me again ...

(bill)

as my words reach out to touch you
in that place
that causes our passions to flow
i am consumed
as i offer my self to you
for the same

in the name of all that is holy
i wholly submit
to our truth

there are two things
that can not be denied
and that is thy beauty
and our love

and that breath lost in the “less”
has made me more
and i now do implore
that we come
together as one
as it is written
that it must be so
so be it

(Arnita)

at Peace with you and myself
i close my eyes again
as i lay
heart , body , mind and soul
in the halo of your arm ...

(bill)

and our embrace awakens all that is eternal
and all questions are answered


All Rights Reserved :
Arnita D. Doggett & William S. Peters, Sr.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

in my expectations


in my expectations

i have climbed many mountains
in hopes
that i may drink from the fountains
where my desires
poured out
upon thy breast

and the test of this man
was reduced
to simply understand
the conquest
that stood before me

i am a simple man
with simple thoughts
of you and i

my eye is consumed
and i do assume
that we will come to be
you and me

many nights
i lay my head
upon my pillow
upon my bed
intently
wishing for your presence
that we may commune
in the ravishing of our needs

i have seeds here waiting
to be implanted in your garden
open thy furrow
my love
my expectations
can not hold
much longer

your skin dances in expectation
for the touch of my fingers
and i have a thought
that lingers
upon the taste of your nectar
upon my tongue

i hear your rapid heart beat
and your breath quickens
as you anticipate
as do i
this moment

time has stood still
while i embrace
the taste
of this expectation
where elation
of ones passions
are unloosed
not to be recused
ever again

in my expectations


(c) 28 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.



Saturday, November 26, 2011

the Know . . .


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. . . the “KNOW”
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should be not by ritual
nor by ways of rite
that one should garner
the final insight

for ‘twas always with you
in the palm of you hand
by way of your will
moved by demand


‘tis beyond belief
it resides in the “KNOW”
a certainty of life
within Life’s flow


the eye must be opened
to feel the vibes
a word of all power
in thy heart ‘tis inscribed



. . . the “KNOW”

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~ wsp ~

~ U N I R 1 ~


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© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.


a majority of one


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a majority of one

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i am a majority of one
and i'm having fun
i can kiss the moon
i can kiss the sun

i remember the time
when i was two
i was so confused
i didn’t know what to do



i just couldn’t seem
to make up my mind
serving two masters
no straight road could i find



living my life based
on others opinion
just going along
giving them dominion



but i finally know
i got it just right
no need to tell me
for i see my own light



but should in our journey
we share a moment or two
i must let you know
i'm blessed to have met you



but be you aware
of the cold hard fact
when they don’t get what they want
they’ll resort to attack



so keep a clear head
for it’s not as it seems
there are powers adrift
and they’re stealing all dreams



so that is just why
i say what i say
i remind my self
every way every day



i am a majority of one
and i'm having fun
i can kiss the moon
i can kiss the sun



. . . marching to the beat of my own drum

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© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.


a skin with a view . . .


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a skin with a view . . .

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most of us live in
a skin with a view
arbitrarily manipulated
to divide me and you

the objective of course
is to conquer by division
setting opinions askew
from competent decisions



our Race and our Creed
is the most popular choice
the propaganda is fed
to alter our voice



and then there’s Religion
oh my Lorde
attacking each other
like a ravenous horde



let us not forget Gender
the ultimate selection process
i just don’t get it
i honestly must confess



there are many other preferences
created in our mass mind
as differences are created
found rooted in kind



but the line finally drawn
is etched in the sand
illusions of economics
isolated by demand



if we look at what divides us
these are but a few
so be very keenly mindful
of your skin with a view


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~ U N I R 1 ~
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© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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edge again


edge again

on the edge again
looking over the rim
into that chasm of self
and its faint recollections
of existentialism
and i saw the words of Frankl
and Jung
and me
like a reed in the summer marsh breeze
i resonated

swaying
laying
for that
new wind
old wind
same wind
new wind
my friend

they may have termed it convolution
i call it yearning
as i stretch
being embraced
by the whispers of possibilities
inducing me to dream
again
and the treasures and gifts
my friend
the wind
brings my way
this day
as i look over this edge again


(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

examinations


examinations

what will you do
when life distinguishes you
when you find your self
standing on that stage alone
no Pen
no Pad
no Cell phone
just your voice

what will you speak of
will you speak of love ?
of you Craft
your Pen
others
your life
you self

what words do you think
will be shared
as your audience endears their ears
to hear what you have to say

what do you have to say
i am curious
in a sort of delirious way
as i meander
through these examinations

examinations


(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

this day . . .



this day

the light of the Sun
filtering through my eye lashes
restoring the glint in my eye
warmth
recognition
contemplation
on my path

watching my footstep in the yard
imprints of me
behind me
and footsteps
waiting to be fulfilled
ahead of me

i am coming
dear destiny

you have led me
in my blindness
along the path
i had to travel
for it was mine
with the colors of travail
the colors of joy
the things i have done
and the things
i failed to deploy
they were all mine

i often reflect on that oft’ used word
“purpose”
perhaps we make much ado about nothing
perhaps not
is it the seeking
is this our lot
the plight of mankind
to seek boundaries
that either we rebuke them
refute them or allow them to become
our defining moment
the collection of this life’s work

and to what end do we serve thee
this day
as your unknown yoke
chokes the best of our lives
from the pits of our bowels
to come forth
i assuredly am lost

tossed about the realms of reason
and trust me
the seasons are endless
it seems

i bother not to count anymore
for the numbers never change
they are the same
1 - 2 – 3 etcetera

and Ma nor Pa
nor Grand Pa
nor anyone
never did explain
this quasi insane
inane
plain
of pains
and exhilarations

we mostly live distracted
from a variety of ultimates
such as Love
Light
Truth
yet we go about our indoctrinal ways
infecting our youth
to live as we have
undiscovered
never to uncover
who we may become
beyond
this day

(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

The Tree of the Land

The Tree of the Land

There was a Land, and on that Land there was a People. On the Land of the People there was a Mount. At the top of that Mount there was a Tree.


The Tree did not look like much, but at certain times upon the back drop of the Sky, the Tree took on an appearance of “Reverence’ unequaled by any thing upon the Land. The Stars of the Sky seemed to embrace this Craggy Old Tree with their Lighted Beauty, thereby enhancing the Tree’s distinction. Oh what a sight to see.
Over the Time of the Ages, this Tree was the subject of many Stories and Folklore across the Land. The People of this land developed a wonderful Symbiotic Life with this Tree. They had come to depend on this Tree and the Tree quiet as it was became a part of their Family. They truly had an unspoken Love for each other. It was as if they were connected in some unknown sense of being. You might say that they over the time in this land had become “One”!
As the younger generations came to be, it had become quite common for the People of the Land to consult the Tree with their concerns of Life. They truly saw this Tree as Wise.


Yes, this Tree had firmly ingrained itself into their Culture, their Family, their Community and their Hearts. The Beauty of this Tree had transmuted itself to the depths of their Soul . . . the meaning of Life. The Tree was Life, and they knew it. The People of the Land celebrated the presence of the Tree in their life with Song and Dance. They were so grateful.


As time continued on, the people noticed how the Field surrounding the Tree had started to blossom forth with Life. The Beauty was truly manifesting itself to the environment that surrounded it. It’s Grace was there in their Visions as a provider of things of Grace and Beauty. It had begun to adorn the Fields of Life that had come to surround it’s presence. The Fields were dancing with Life, and the People of the Land saw this as coming from the Tree, which they had come to love so much. They instinctively knew that the Root of cause was founded in Love. The Children of the People of the Land sat for hours and days in Peace and Joy in the quiet Solitude of this wonder.


Again as time went forth, the Legend of the Tree went forth across all Lands of all the People. Pilgrims began to come see . . . to see if the Fable of this Tree was as reported. Upon Arrival, the interesting aspect of what each One (Pilgrim) saw was “As They Saw!”
Some Pilgrim’s visions were that of a Lonely Tree sitting in Solitude upon a Mount.


Others saw A Tree of Solitude On a Mount with the Beautiful Background of the Sky . . .
but they did not see the Stars . . .


Others saw a Tree that was Loved by the People of the Land, but they saw not much more . . .


and others saw the Wisdom of the Tree . . .


Others saw the connectivity of the Tree to the People of the Village. Why they even experienced it for themselves . . .


some even became the Tree . . .


and then there was the Wise Men of Other Lands . . . and they saw the Dualism of All Life . . .


and the Priest saw the Contrasts of Good and Evil . . . wwooooooooooo


the Children of Life saw something so much different than all those
Learned and Mature Ones before them . . .
Though they saw the Mystery of Life as evoked through those who were so much more intelligent than they . . .



they choose to see a place of Love . . .
where Love was Abundant . . .



They saw a Place of Peace and Joy where their hearts could explore the Glory and Wonders of Life.


What i have learned from the Children is simply this . . . .
There are many Seasons in Life . . .


yet, it is we who are in Control of how we perceive the aspects of what we see . . .
we CAN choose to Dance and Sing . . .


for . . .
Life is how you see it !



let us acknowledge the Beauty of Life . . . and then let “IT” spread across the Lands of All the People !

(c) 7 April 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the winter swan . . .


the winter swan . . .
the winter swan upon the lake
bathed languidly in the solstice light
it’s soul dancing across his memories
yearning for his final flight



his beauty yet held in weariness
seasons past and those to come
yet with duty he preened his countenance
and gave to life his sum



he overflowed with emptiness
for a swan was all they saw
yet he was so, so much more
but to be a swan was his law



was he bound by his own making
was this forever his fate
could he somehow transcend himself
could he ever pass through the gate



was not he also a keeper
of this sacred unknown trust
that beauty comes through suffering
and love transmutes from lust



(c) December 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

unhindered . . . .




unhindered . . . .

unshackle thy chains
loose thy bond
that our souls may fly
far, far beyond

the landscapes of dreams
packaged in thought
and all the pretty roses
in which my spirit is caught

let me be free
what ever that may be
may i know my truth
with divine clarity

may i embrace love
in the nakedness of self
with naught betwixt
the source of my wealth

let me dance in joy
to the creation of song
that i may now taste
the sweetness i long

‘tis my life quest
my earnest and solemn plea
teach me oh master
to simply “BE”

unhindered . . . .

(c) 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.



~ inner child ~


~inner child enterprises

the art of life



the art of life

in the art of class of life
i’ve painted out side the lines
i forsook all the rules before me
exploring the limits of my mind

for boundaries are for the testing
as i am seeking to expand
for if i explore not beyond the limits
what do i truly understand

for what is in the box is understood
all of it’s tomorrows are known
but me, i’m searching for that sacred seed
the one that’s not yet sown

they say there’s nothing new under the sun
i can not believe this to be true
for only one who’s seen it all
can speak this truth to you

and my quest is but to know Him
He who knows all things
that i may learn the song of life
for which my longing heart sings

the art of life . . .

(c) 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

beaches of existence


beaches of existence

i was walking along the beaches of my existence
contemplating my shore and my Seas of deep
as i realized how far i have come and gone
i just stood and i started to weep

once again i have been delivered
to the safe harbor of dry land
i look to the Heavens with gratitude
for here is another day and i stand

i know once again i shall embark
on yet another journey, another quest
i pray that i may gather my light
as i enter thy dark with my best

i will don my armour of hope
to discover things i know not of
i shall depart with the zeal of the Midnight Stars
and give my light to the night with love

as you stand on the beaches of your existence
can you hear the Ocean’s mythical song
come with me and we shall quest as One
and let us fill our cup with that which we long

. . . love !


~ wsp ~

22 June 2008

Platonic Dreams ?


Platonic Dreams ?

platonic dreams
from Teflon existences
can never usher forth
any viable reality
where validity
will stand
beyond the fleeting thought

and we cry to the heavens
concocted tunes of anguish
that we created
just to have something to cry about
but who is listening

the guest at your pity party
you call your life
gather around
to poke fun
at those who have a life
beyond the deluded textures
of make believe

gathering paper
making their lists
is your name on the guest roster
for next weekend’s episode
i though so

no i am not going
email me some pictures
or post them on FaceBook
like you normally do
all your dirty laundry
and let the world know
that Maury Povich
and Jerry Springer
don’t have a corner on the market
of foolishness

we elucidate our thoughts
openly
and though the light
is as bright as it can be
the darkness prevails
what ails ya man
i don’t understand
the plan
that makes a man
take the route
you have taken
again
and again
and again

and i desire no explanation
for whatever exhilaration
you receive
in your conceptions
of deceptions
to your self
does not alter a damned thing
exception our perception
of you
fool

by the way
how did you do in school
were you challenged ?
by those same
Platonic Dreams ?


23 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.