it is open
i have watched people
in their little worlds
little minds corralled
dreaming of
what lies beyond the gate
but too fearful
to approach
we build sand castles
with a delusional wonder
holding to visions and imaginings
of distant beaches
never realizing
that those horizons of thought
are ours
never believing
that there are footprints
waiting to be made
by you, by me
upon those beaches yonder
where our wonder
resides
we find uneasy solace
in our forced content
as we spit poisons
in our thinking
our words
our feelings
our actions
and our resolutions
toward the world
we created about us
thereby
deliberately
watering down
the intoxicating strength
of life’s sacred elixir
fix her another drink
said the propagandarous bartender
who duty was to keep
the doctrines of illusion
crisp and fresh
so we would have no complaint
as we stumble through this journey
½ blinded by the world
½ blinded by consignment
we study books
news articles
history
looking for temporal liberties
from these walls
which close in a bit
more each day
to no avail
we the inhabitants of the asylum
clawing at the walls
of our hearts
ripping apart
the foundations of our
chromosonic cosmic imprints
that holy domicile
where all that matters
exists
will we ever cease and desist
with the madness
we with gladness celebrate
is this the ultimate
fate of man
will we ever understand
that we are made
created
in a reflective image
of perfect harmony
by that which stirred the waters
and ushered forth
the exponential-ness
of you
of me
of we
many times i shake my head
first at my self
for i like you
indulge
far more than i should
in the expressions
of the illusions,
that surreal feel
for which the pigs
in the slop yard squeal
eeeewwwwwww
is it real
or Memorex
let me know
Text me
for next to me
stands that enigma
that ghost of Ma
many generations removed
who spoke a truth
of what some Devil
convinced her to do
and the legacy lives on
for you
for me
for every Adam
and every Madam
who works for a living
through this night-mare
selling their fare
to all takers
and while we are
awaiting the pending slaughter
by those who would have it so
perhaps that gate
will be reconsidered
it is open
© 3 August 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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