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Thursday, October 24, 2013



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
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 . . .

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
got up
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 . . .

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

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



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


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

World Healing ~ World Peace
Poetry 2014

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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 2nd 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 1st 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
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
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,
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
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
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
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.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

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

so . .. this day i die

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

World Healing ~ World Peace
Poetry 2014