my desire this day

my desire this day

my desire this day

is to write of beautiful things

i take my quill

and i sharpen it’s point

that i may puncture to the core

the heart that my Father

gave unto me

for i wish

to embed my expectations

in my love

that my evocations

shall be none the less

in this test we all face

to grow a fruit

that with the sweetest taste

we are challenged

to let go

of the world

be in it

but not of it

was what was told

to us

in a sacred trust

that we were listening

paying attention

as opposed to

paying

honorable mention

to things

and the ways of man

here i stand this day

swaying in the winds of time

searching for my swag

my rhyme

a rag

that i may clean

my chalkboard

that i may glean this hull

empty my skull

of these voices

that offer choices

that all lead to  a certainty

of no life

where the rife of anguish

is the language spoken

i take up in my hand

tokens of grandness

as reflected in my dreams

it seems that in some realm

this is all too real

and i stand at the helm

of my Destinious Seas

this is where i be

where the Sun meets me

and i am the wish

the horizon

the bliss

i always sought

when i kissed

life’s lips

my consciousness drips

with seeds of actualization

and in my examinations

i reflect upon creation

and i see my self as one

for just for fun

i shall pretend in the portend

that it is i

who am the creator

in this theater

where we seek to amend our ways

back to the days

of our sovereignty

oh my, oh me

what shall become us

if we continue to trust

in that which has not form

and has become our illusory norm

i shall shatter the glass

tell the 3 D denseness

to kiss my ass

for i am conducting a new class

where i shall be un-indoctrinated

from the crass-ness

the mess

we have allowed

in our un-avowed walking

upon the path

we have chosen to travel

and the weaver of this fabric

was not too bright

for the threads are not tight

and they begin to unravel

while we desperately

attempt to hold on to

loose ends

but today

i shall cast these things aside

extract them from within

my inside

and i shall abide in a peace

that is without cease

for i have my quill

filled with a will

to be of love

and i shall not let naught else

occupy me

and my vanity

nor my reason

in any season to come

this is . . .

my desire this day

© 8 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

 

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