it is open

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.