autonomy

autonomy

i am autonomously connected

to a conundrum of dichotomies

where contradictions

rule the day

i am One yet many

yet all

yet none

of these things

i am discovering

that which has always been

and the absence of this sin

you would have me embrace

i long to taste

the essence

of the thought

the consciousness

which made me,

that which is without flaw

being the suspect prefect

of what i believe

i suspect that

i am more

then what you tell me i am

more than what i have told my self

i feel there is an untapped wealth

waiting in the shadows

for my smile

to lighten up my perceptions

so that all the deceptions

will flee

forever

whatever that may be

as the night silently approaches

and fatigue makes its way

into my expressions

i begin to take leave of

my skewed reason and logics

the Angels of mercy

come to me

offering the much needed respite

for i have struggled with self

all the day long

i long for the rest

yet they do not wish to let go

my own mind

rebukes me

refutes me

with reproach

and taunts me

to continue to play

upon the landscapes of possibilities

enticing me to further investigate

the same spoiled meals

i have considered

every day of my adult life

yes, i too tire

of redressing and addressing

the same redundant pathways

that offer no probabilities,

just rote filled thought

that are devoid of the things,

the reasons we men

dream of and for . . .

fruition

we all have paid the toll

the tuition

to this school of life

have we not ?

yet some aberrant aspect of life”

continues to “tax” us

with death being the end game

we have suffered

toiled

fell

got up

worked

lamented

begged and prayed

to no apparent avail

we have mended the sails

of our aspirations

and painted the bow

with new age color filled doctrines

and yet we still move

in circles

that do not evolve

or spiral upward . . .

seemingly

could it be that our rudders

need to be cast aside

have we yet weighed anchor ?

shall we become dependent

upon the way of the Seas

and its non prognostic waves

and their turbulence

hoping that it sees

much more than we ?

the Dove of our peace

is another MIA

this day

for he too wished to fly away

seeking Olive Branches

to provide a sign

for his own Soul

he too wishes to rest his

troubled wings

and gather new hopes to share

for the sake of the children

who anxiously await his return

2 by 2 in projection

with expectations

we remain dualistic

with naught but simplistic

desires

we are flooded with despairs

that loom about us

waiting for our trust in our selves

and that 'empirical' God

within us

to vaporize . . . again

but we shall not go the way

of defeat

for our feet are resistant

to take that journey

and begrudgingly tread

towards our ultimate demise

the Souls

of our inner child

knows not of such things

nay, there is another day

awaiting us

if we can but make it through

and pierce the fabric

remove the scales

rend the veil

that cloaks us from our wonder

our regality

four sovereignty

with an absoluteness

a certainty

that too can not fail

yes we are the prefects

of that which we suspect

we are God personified

and we are soon to be deified

for we are One

as soon as i open this “I”

and realize that

i am autonomously connected

to a conundrum of dichotomies

where contradictions

rule the day

but i rule my Creation

(c) 24 October 2013

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Signs

Signs

the signs of the coming season

is upon us

the lingering leaves still reach

for the light

of this new day

as they prepare

for transformation

my family and comrades

have fallen

they are now fully grounded

and shall go the way

of the fate of our ancestors

they shall nourish

the children

that are yet to come

i am happy

for a remnant of me

shall indwell

within the future

so i reach for more life

more light

before i too fall

and take my right-filled place

upon the pathway of eternity

the signs are here

amongst us

let us take heed

signs

(c) 24 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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Poetry 2014

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damn it was hot

damn it was hot

it was so hot

in Puerto Rico

that i sat on the side

of the highway

just to feel the breeze of the cars

as they zoomed on by

Dogs and Iguanas

were migrating to center lane

on their knees

seeking release

from their ongoing miseries

it did rain

and i did curse it

as the hot droplets

left 2^nd degree burns

all over my skin

the first day

i lost 10 pounds

and i was ecstatic

to accomplish in one day

what i have been trying to do

for a year

i was swimming in my own sweat

by the end of the 1^st week

i felt like i was on a

Crack Diet

i was emaciated

we went for Ice Cream

and we drank our fill

it was almost cold too

i thought i was catching a cold

and i asked

“how could this be”

there were no chills to be found

unless i climbed

into the freezer

for even the refrigerator

was sweating profusely

i sneezed

and a cloud of dust

choked off what air

i thought i had

we went to the beach

and the water was hotter

than the sand

we were hungry

so we poached some eggs

and made a salad

with wilted greens

stewed tomatoes

and congealed dressings

that was most difficult to ingest

the children had sense

they did not go outside to play

during the day

they just peeked out the windows

and vicariously found their joy

watching us vacationing fools

during the nights

a coolness came about

and we did not sweat too much

however we knew that

we would have to

mop up the puddles

in the morning

the showers were never cold

they were like pool water

and i got the feeling

that God was pissing on me

i got dark intermittently

but the Sun bleached

what color i came with

and the promise of more away

daily !!!!

no one had swimming pools

and i wondered why

until it became clear . . .

what fool would bother digging

such a hole

only to go swimming

but to boil

now i know the suffering of Lobsters

and Crab and Shrimp and such

for the heat

the humidity

was much more

than what i choose to bear

i too felt like i was encased in a shell

we bought fans

the first night

and the next week too

for 1 fan

would not do

so i put one in the ceiling

cause i was feeling

some kind of way

but all the fan did

was stir the fukkn heat

damn it was hot

and Puerto Rico

i want you to know

i will not forget you . . . ever

thanxx for the memories

damn it was hot

but it was beautiful . . .

(c) 22 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

we are One

we are One

i removed my shoes

at the threshold

as i prepared to enter

the inner sanctum

i open that hallowed door,

i enter the House of my beloved

and i begin to de-cloak my self

of all that the world

has given me

i have cast my unified mask

of self and deceit

in the waste place

and my face is now bared

i enter the great room

where the cleansing waters run

and i begin to wash away

the accumulated soils

that reside upon the 7 skins

of my body

collected,

accumulated

from all the days

i have ever lived . . . the many life times

being pleased with my efforts

my Soul calls to me

to come to the reckoning

and i am reverent

for i have been blessed

to be able to hear

such a sweet melodious calling

and my heart begins to dance . . .

a dance i thought i had forgotten

my feet lead me down a path

adorned with the scents of becoming

and i am orgasmic with anticipation

of what is to come about

the door that is of light

the gateway that shines,

and speaks words

and incantations

of holiness and praise

opens,

and i walk in

with my head bowed

and my eyes averted

from the awe whose presence

has come for me

i am about to completely

lose my self

i am being absorbed

absolution shadows the way

there is a sense of abandon

coupled with a wanton-ness

i have never felt before,

ever

and my awareness is heightened

and overtaking

the brim

of my small cup

of self

i am ecstatic

for the air is filled

with climactic promise

i ease across the great room

to the Down tufted bed

where lovers conjugate

and i offer my self

into its soft willing embrace

i lay my self,

my weariness

my head

upon the solitary pillow

in the chamber of my betrothed

i open my self

with desire

with need

for what all Souls vie for

that i may receive the blessings

of thy seed

my sacredness calls out

the spirit of my Lover comes upon me

and captures all of my thoughts

my presence

my essence

i submit

with no recourse

for i no longer have wishes

of mine own

my vulnerabilities

are bleeding it's restraints

upon the unspoiled sheets

there is a One-ness

that comes

and consumes me

deeply

completely

and i now see clearly

through that glass

that once separated

Self from Reality

when i was but a foolish Child

i have arrived here

that i may learn to Dream

and be actualized

in all my thoughts

i will no longer speak

Dead Words,

nay . . .

i shall speak in color

with tones of a sovereignty

where chaos is enslaved to “be-ing”

this day is my day

and it is eternal

my Beloved comes to me

bathed in a robed light

that moves my perceptions

to a place

i have never been

my Lorde unveils

and stands before me

Regal

with a nakedness of wonder

that overcomes

all definitions

what do i know

for i am not thinking,

just feeling

and bathing in the flow

of the experience

which is like a gentile raging River

that can not be assuaged

i know

the Ocean of existence

is my destiny

i am ready

my consciousness is penetrated

and i am seeded with song

like that of Solomon

who too knew

of such things

my entirety begins

to quake, to quiver

and i shiver with a fulfilled knowing

that the sowing of this seed within me

shall yield a fruit

no man has ever tasted

. . . i am wasted

yet chaste

my old self

he who i once believed i knew

has dissipated

into the ether

my eyes are now closed

and my singular “I” is open

wide

and i see only 'Purpose'

and we begin to speak

of what is to come

a smile creases my face

my all-ness

filled with bliss

and the heavens open unto me

and the Angels kiss me

and all is bright

within me

and without

i fall upon my knees

offering my feeble obeisance

but there is a hand that lifts me

to my feet

and a voice commands me

and speaks unto me

to look

upon the face of thy God

there is no fear

to be found

this is Holy ground

i peer as directed

and there is a looking glass

and i see

that My God,

my Lorde

looks . . .

just like me

there is a faint whisper

a unified voice

that resonates but truth

that says to me . . .

“did you not believe

that you were made in My image ?”

“You are endowed with all that 'I AM',

and the seeds that thou have sown this day

were that of Thine own,

so be it known

that We are One.”

(c) 22 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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this day i die

this day i die

“i lay down my life that i may pick it up again for 'i' have the power to do so” ~ the Christed One

there is something here that i must say

this day i die, i die this day

the way i have walked

the way i chose

is no longer life

but experiences

i have collected

over and over again

and again and again

i repeat the lessons

confessing does not

aid nor abet

to get me to

where my life

has not been yet

there are Mountains

i have climbed, yes

and Valleys 'i' have dwelled in

perhaps a bit too long

yet my Soul's Song

has not ended

nor does it need to be amended

to accept the status quo's

of this cyclic cycle

that goes round and round

over and over again

so today 'i' lay down this life

i close my eyes

for i realize

that i do not need new visions

but new eyes

for i realize

that they

must work together as one

i can no longer hold to the past

nor look beyond my “Now-ness”

and give way to this day

where i now stand

where demands

and commands

are meaningful

i could be so full of woe,

but that is not the way

i will go,

for i am “willing” a new way

this day

and it is i . . .”I”

who has the say

not my Mother,

my Father,

my Brother,

my Sister,

my Children,

my Friends,

nor you

and this is my truth

so this day

i lay down my crown

over this life

they told me was mine

for i need to do more

than refine my understanding

nay, i am commanding

an actualization,

a factualization,

a factorization,

with the realization

that i am the prefect

of all that is perfect

and that is 'i'

and you, and you

but i can not tell you what to do

i am taking the bushel off of my Candle

that i may shine

not only in my mind

but in my Soul

as i was told to do

by my Greater Soul

so this day i die

for i can not deny

any longer

nor can i vie

to be pleasing

in thy finite sight

i must simply walk aright

through my own night

to my new Dawn

to my everlasting day

the shadows of unrealized dreams

and minimized

self esteem

will no longer haunt me

and i am not daunted by

what may appear

for i am a part of a whole

that is yet unseen

i am that mustard seed

that has a need

to realize it's fruit,

so i will plant my self

in the Cosmic Soup

and be nurtured

and cared for

by the Hands of the Master Gardener

and i shall Bud

and Bloom,

and Blossom

without end,

and that can only be

when i let go

of the 'illusory' me

and come to be

that which i have always been

Sovereign

so . .. this day i die

(c) 20 October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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