for where i go . . . Self goes . . .

for where i go . . . Self goes . . .

time is accelerating

and i feel it’s push

it’s incessant nudging

to fall into the flow

this is when i seek stillness

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

i stand in the light

and shadows are cast

there is more of me that one in me

and none are real

they are but etheric illusions

reflecting my dark from within

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon my self

with my self

i sit here with a head full of thoughts

and there is a multitude more

standing in line

waiting their turn to have audience

with my reason

what is the reason

that these thought vie so vehemently

for my attention

it seems that the more i ignore them

the more fervent they become

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

i like most of us have questions

about so many things

usually prefaced by “Why”

that does not seem to matter as much any more

but to know when would be good

like when is this why going to be revealed

and the veil of this illusion repealed

and the book of our truth be unsealed

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

yes i used to pray

beg for things

was never really quite sure what i really wanted

an in an undaunted way

each day

i would recite and say the same things

“Dear God”

Please

and now they tell me

of the New Rule

of the New School

that God is within me

i never saw Him

or Her

and if i defer to this New Way

of this quickening Day

will i be damned

like they told me i would

it’s all good

for now

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

i reflect back

to that distant time of childhood

and the Joy of Living

of all that life was giving

with anticipation

of the coming of each new episode

each new day

i could not wait

and here i am now

quite a different me

waiting to see

if those times will return

caught in a vortex

of things that perplex my soul

so . . .

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

these days i find it difficult to sleep

for it is my metaphor for missing the bus

or the Train

or the Ship

and if i should slip off

into that unconscious state

forever

what is to be the fate

of those days i have been longing for

who will hold the door

that it may not close on me

so i keep my eyes open

scoping for change

yes

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

the Tuesday Muses are here again

quite the friendly type

through their whisperings

the hype is dispelled

and my soul felt anxieties are quelled

and hope is spelled out

in the words they offer

i trust them explicitly

but in my state of felicity

i am not as complicit

as  perhaps i should be

i realize

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

for if i do not reckon self

then what have i gained

or learned

what is the next evolutionary step

in this experience

upon my path

is it my truth

that all that i see

feel

touch

hear

smell

and sense

is all that i hath

or is there more

beyond that door that i feel

is about to open ?

and my friends

this is why . . .

i wish but to observe

that i may reckon myself

with my self

for where i go

Self goes . . .

© 16 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

in the night . . .

in the night . . .

i wrote a letter to the Universe

to express any and all my cares

when i looked upon the Heavens

i somehow lost my fears

a feeling of wonder embraced me

in the flowing of my tears

and the pittance of my troubles

have somehow disappeared

i spoke to the twinkling Stars

my Dreams within my night

and somehow in the deep darkness

i saw their twinkling light

that hope resides forever

where ever there is plight

and they spoke right back to me

and my own twinkle became bright

there is such a joy in living

that is what i believe

for all the things i wish for

are up to me to conceive

and upon that note i go forward

for all can be achieved

my anguish was taken by the night

and my soul is now relieved

for in the Stars of Heaven

i see all i can be

the beauty, Joy and light of life

is in the love in me

i no longer sense the bondage

my thoughts roam in the free

for in the night sky of the heavens

there are Stars in me i see

in the night . . .

11 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

speak to me poem . . . poetic

speak to me poem . . . poetic

to live is poetic

to breathe is poetic

the verse i hear is poetic

my tears are poetic

they flow poetically

therefore they are flowetically mine

and i poetically give them to the world

my thoughts are poetic

my dreams are poetic

and the Stars in the night sky

you guessed it

they are poetic

they twinkle each night

upon the poetic earth

who spins poetically

and revolves around the Sun

yep . . .poetically

all things in life work together poetically

the Flowers are poetic

and the Tress are poetic

as are the weeds, they are poetic too

the birds sing of the poetic

and the honey the bees collect is poetic

the streams that feed the rivers are poetic

and the river runs poetically

the Oceans are poetic

and it’s inhabitants are poetic

the rains are poetic

they kiss the Mountains poetically

and the cycle is quite poetic

the crops are poetic

the seasons dance poetically

the spring lives poetically as well

and the harvest is sweetly poetic

the winter sleep is poetic

the play in June is poetic

and the muses tune is poetic

and the call of the Loon is poetic

my intent for goodness is poetic

all i want to be is poetic

my happiness is found in the poetic

attitudes i choose

i see you as poetic

anguish though dark

is poetic

the children are poetic

their births are poetic

time is poetic

death is poetic

knowledge is poetic

your whispers are poetic

letters that make words are poetic

and they have meanings

that are poetic

and give birth to thoughts

that are poetic

my heart is poetic

and it’s beating is poetic

my breath is poetic

as my smile is poetic

for me all things are poetic

yesterday is still poetic

the memory is poetic

right here is poetic

we are poetically made

by a poetic hand

for the thought of creation is poetic

therefore all is poetic

speak to me poem

 

© 15 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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the South Side of Heaven

the South Side of Heaven

it was another beautiful day

here on the South Side of Heaven

not too warm as one would expect

the infernal fires of commendation

still burned ferociously

in a few hearts here and there

but there was this cool breeze of indifference that prevailed

no one really truly seemed to give a damn

about what those guys in the robes had to say any more

though they still were begging in the streets

preaching and frothing at the mouth

about such things as Tithes

and payment for some old concept of behavior

they called sin

no one bought into it any more

every one had lost their fear

we all embraced love

even for those misinformed fools

in their Satin and Silk Robes

of Regal Reds and Purples

i remember long ago when i was a kid

the many nightmare i had

where this horned Red Beast

who breathed fire use to come and visit

often

i have even forgiven them for that

stealing my inner light

and holding it ransom

for their misinterpretation

of how i could get back home

to heaven

do you think they knew

all along that Heaven was always mine

it was within me

just like the Christ guy said

we have looked all around

for what we always had

the key to the gate

and now as i sit and ponder

the migration of spiritual man

i realize we did not have to go as far as we thought

it was all that erroneous stuff

that we bought into

that inhibited our understanding

and the Shepherds of this flock we call Human

had their own agendas

they wanted such empty things as

prestige,

authority,

power,

riches.

Not one of them could fit through that needle’s eye

and they refused to ask why

perhaps it was something about

that Log in their eye

that kept them blinded

and i am reminded

of all the centuries of time

and all the Poet’s Rhymes

that tried to tell us there was so much more

in less

and the leaders tried their best

to keep the knowledge amongst them selves

only to discover this truth i

the real Hell

lives within as well

funny how things change over the ages

the Sages become the Fools

and the Jesters run the schools

for freedom is what we all truly vied for

and died for

and now that the score is back to zero

we are at that point of understanding

that demanding anything

is not the “Secret” of Attraction

nor it’s Law.

we have all lived

and we saw with our own eyes

a greater realization

and that was to but speak a word

and let it be

and here on the South Side of Heaven

I am free

©  10 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

life here . . life now . . .

life here . . life now . . .

the Petals of a Flower must be unfolded

that the honey may be extracted

we too must let go of what we hold on

that our greater essence may be exacted

is it fear of the unknown greater self

we have yet to bring to this realm

how does this ship traverse this Sea

if i take not charge of the Helm

they say the journey is the blessings

to some this may be their truth

but for me it is the destination

i have yearned for in my youth

where days of joy seemed endless

and my heart wanted naught but more

and now i spend my time in seeking

to open that holy door

yes the path does have it’s own reward

and i am induced to stop and rest

upon the laurels of past grand deeds

but i’ve yet to pass the test

my youthful dreams are still with me

and the hunger still yet endures

aside this illusory convexment

like a Sea that has no shores

i strive to come to understanding

perhaps that is our eternal lot

to cease to strive against the tides

and embrace just what we got

and make the best of what is

and turn our ways from chance

let thy flower unfold my child

and give thy sweetness to enhance

life here . . life now . . .

 

© 14 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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For almost ten years Kirk Nugent has served as a catalyst for change, challenging preconceived notions about success and self-actualization. Kirk started public speaking in poetry venues where he displayed a keen understanding of social and political issues delivered with his signature brand of infectious wit and frenetic energy. Early audiences crowned him “The People’s Poet,” and the stage was set for Kirk to widen his speaking base to include college campuses, key note addresses for Fortune 500 companies, church ministries and empowerment workshops. He has spoken at venues across the United States, Canada, Europe and the Caribbean. Kirk continues to impact the lives of people from around the world with public speaking engagements, and live appearances, as well as with his book, The Unpopular Truth and CD’s The Unpopular Truth, and I want to Testify, as well as with his highly anticipated guide to self-actualization, Ripple.

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