i refuse . . . how about you . . .

i refuse . . . how about you

i have listened to

most of your reasons

i have watched you embrace

and live your excuses

as you employed your brilliance,

telling charming, entertaining

fables, stories and lies

deceiving your self

while never acknowledging

your power to be greater

i have watched you

unknowingly

disrespect

your Mother

your Father

our Ancestors

and all those souls

who met their graves early

to pave a path for you

through the wilderness

with the sacrifice of their lives

i have watched you

deliberately

minimize your self

cowering in shadows

trying to hide from the light

a light

that you never

fully opened your eyes

to see . . .

that the light

your sought to evade

was that of your own

i have listened

to your exclamatory tales

and word weavings

you so graciously shared with others

your self

as you thought you were

validating your delusions

to no avail

shame on you

please stay away from my children

through your example

many about you

live an unempowered life

and they celebrate their common misery

with you

and others

at dinner tables

the corners of the neighborhoods

in our schools and universities

family reunions

and in our churches and mosques

and other such gatherings

of social impotence

where clowns

storytellers

fools

and other such entertainers

help us forget

our challenges

to become authentic

as we glorify

our self exacerbated

disdain

me . . .

i shall no longer

cloud my eyes

nor my judgment

with useless

bitching and moaning

while busying myself

casting dispersions

upon the hand i was dealt,

for it serves

no good reason

nor does it assist me

in the finding of the more powerful me

i have sought throughout my life

in my examinations

and assessments

of where i am,

i shall remain ever thankful

and filled

with an self evolving

gratitude

for i am here

and i have the ability to choose

the path my mind shall take

the high road

or the low

i choose to rise

to rise above the soiled plains

of my imaginings

and my fears

and doubts

and those who would share

such ugliness with me

i will remain ever vigilant

in the seeking of that prize

that i may behold

in the reflective glass

the image of my reality

my greater self

i wish to behold

that which is expressive

of the grandness

and magnificence of this creation

this Cosmological Chaotic

Source of all things

i am the macrocosmic

as well as the microcosmic

i am the above and the below

and this is the gift of realization

that i can choose to be consciously aware

of me

for me

to me

for all

blaming . . .

blaming never accomplished

any thing good

in the end

we all must embrace this truth

that it is truly

“All about me”

and the question simply is

“what am ‘i’ going to do” . . .

me ?

i / we have watched

far too long

and i for one

refuse to cosign

to being the lesser

of who i am

can be

i refuse to be a loser

how about you ?

© 26 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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