innocence

innocence

snakes, demons

and cross eyed angels

were having a party

in my head

dancing with vulgar undulations

whispering lustful incantations

while enticing

my passion

to rise up

and smite my convictions

i was beginning to swoon

the tune of the sons

ushered forth a longing

i have not visited upon

in many a year

and a tear graced my cheek

as i remembered

a time

when the holiness

was not a consideration

for i was

so much freer then

than now

and now

after many years

of careful measured steps

i  seek a liberation

from the cloak of bondage

wisdom says she provides

i feel that much more

encumbered

by the rules

i used to mock

and now i endorse them

oh woe the passing

of our youth

and the crucifying

of our innocence

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

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