Chasing

Chasing

he was chasing Butterflies

i was chasing Demons

for i wanted to build me a Temple

just like my brother

Solomon

was it wisdom

or the knowing of the names

that gave the ability

to command the legions

ask Issa

he knew

that Solomon knew

the power of word spoken

why do you think we still “Babel” today

what you say ?

this is not token gesture

of info i give to you

just and “in” for

you to understand

that command

comes from the knowing

of how one must be sowing

the spirit of word

Moses spoke

“i conjure”

and that he did

as he spit those words

to alter reality

from a surreality

borne of other dimensions

not to mention

some other lesser shared truths

parting Red Seas to day ?

say, i heard

if i believe

i can . . .  achieve

but how does one conceive

or should i say “incieve” ?

let us make a chant

marry it to a vision

and change the world

they did

but i can’t

seems to be the order

of our days

our ways

for we cling to illusions

that others create

for our ingestion

suggestion

fall back

listen for God

and call back

or just answer the damn phone

it’s ringing

can’t you hear it

the Angels singing

“come on home where you belong”

Jacob climbed that ladder

Isaiah and Jeremiah

had visions of grandeur

spawned from the Chariots

of Ezekiel’s madness

it is sadness

that we could not have seen

nor learned

how to glean this hull

from our skulls –

duggery is our specialty

as we attempt

to bore our ways to hell

that we may tell

colorful finite stories

of no purpose

but distraction

like the roller coaster ride

at the Disney Land of attraction

we are attracted to the

Dizzy lands

where in the cosmic theme

nothing is eternal

nor seems

aright

our sight is fixed

never aplomb

save when we delude our selves

as our collective senses

collude to the allusions

baited in our schizophrenic

examinations of things

let me have ½ dozen Blue

and Mac,

you better give me the other ½ dozen

Red

yeah, those pills for ills

so i can be balanced

in my vacillations

‘twixt Truth and whatever

forever i was hoping

but in the end

are we really coping

with anything lasting

perhaps the Saints

were fasting

for a reason

i don’t know

i would just like life

to flow

without a hitch

that bitch

my her lips are pretty

and the allure

for sure

is enticing

and the sufficing

i accept

all the while

chasing Demons

while you chase Butterflies

© 1 May 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.