all we must do is speak it

all we must do is speak it

with my pen

i emote words and scribe messages

upon the empty and wanting sheets

of my consciousness

that i may share them with the world

with my “Self”

my intent is focused upon

Love, Insight and Questions

of what may become

God do i have questions

i am still yet striving to formulate

i am awed by the wonder

of such cerebral things

and my spirit enjoins its self

to my evocations

some times the words are harsh

and sometimes they are joyful

but always inebriated

intoxicated

with the lure of possibilities

of the outcome

and how they may influence a world

that has yet to hear them

read them

feel them

reel them in to

their own being-ness

i am a writer

a poet

a conjurer of things

which seemingly

comes forth from nothingness

but i do know there is a something-ness

that influences my desires

to express

confess

the less

the more

of this experientialnesss

with a certain quixotic-ness

yet to be discovered

i am uncovering potentials

and the differentials

betwixt our likeness

and our deference

exacting our commonness

as well as our indifference

in our valuations

and variations

pertaining our individual journey

and elected Life Paths

there is naught that is valid here

in this land of the “Wandering Wonderer”

save that which we choose to embrace

through the words i elect

i, you, can paint upon our essence

and face that with certain convicted confidence

that which we wish to taste

for a moment

a day

a life time

or not

there is a string

that tethers us

to each other

at times with a sour dour of antithesis

but we are bound just the same

the lame and the strong

those who are fulfilled

so they think . . .

whether right, left or wrong

and those who long

for more

and as one who utilizes words

i have seen the mean

by which our connectedness

appears

in spite of that which we fear

within our selves

as we circumspectively inspect our

looming exponential-ness

by design

or default

we trudge on

even

when we see our selves as less then adequate

many times

we quickly seek to find fault

that we are not assaulted

by the guilt we allow

in our shallow understanding

of who we still have the ability to become

like a cup with no limits

and a hole in the bottom

our sums

will never fully be recognized

through the eyes of our finite

realizations

it is but a meager attempt to belong

to something

to apply our intuitive need for congruity

which seems to fail us

will trust alter the manifestation

of what is to be ?

ya better recognize

that in the mere offering of words

we can create that perfection

we all so direly desire

all we must do is speak it

and watch the movement of your consciousness

begin to bring about

a place where your doubts

dissipate

in to the ether

speak the word

© 16 March 2013 : william s. peters, sr.