the coming storm

the coming storm

the winds are increasing

disturbing my peace and

i can taste the approach

of the coming storm

the air is moistening

and Mother’s voice

speaks just above

the sound of the Sunshine

i look over the horizon

and there evidences

a turbulence rising

coming to greet

the consciousness of man

this is an ominous presence

and i witness the essence

of where i stand

as all begins to move

the shift

changing the stance

we were once so assured of

yes change approaches

and it has an agenda

for we have waited too long

while embracing the song

of our lethargic dreams

and it seems

that Mother

being who and what She is

has taken the reins

as the Rains of the coming Storm

are swept into our Now

there will be no more breezes

that eases us in to remembering

for our limber fortitudes

serves nothing

and the music has been cued

and the discordant symphony

begins to play

will there be thunder and lightening

i am sure of it

for we quit the quest

to manifest the charge we were given

and we took to living

giving credence to

the surreal jaded delusions

of the darkness

and convolutions

where truth can only be felt and never seen

do not complain

nor whine

we had opportunity

but we did not trust

our instincts

with divine impunity

as they wrenched upon themselves

in the pit of our gut

so what you say

and so with direct succinctness

we will be directed

none the less

for the test site has been closed

and we can not longer suppose

we will get another free pass

for all that we have ever imposed

upon our Brothers

and our Sisters

will be the meal we must eat

and we will be seated permanently

at the table of our Karma

so don’t be alarmed Ma

at the repulsiveness

of the plate that is set before you

for in the core of you

you always knew

this truth

the Storm is coming

7 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

yet i speak . . .

yet i speak . . .

i speak in a tongue long forgotten

by the ways of man

and the tones of creation

reflects within the soul

of all existence

ieoueao

the babblings of a madman

is inexplicably understood

with a clarity

and parity is realized

here and now

and in the angles and lines

man falsely defines

the confines

of his own energy

as that which is in question

but we know

yes, we know

and each night when we close our eyes

we again escape

the “self”

that of the created boundaries

we embrace

instead of facing

the know

we have falsely

deludedly

mislabeled

in this fable

we call life

we have been sent to the garden

and instead of partaking of the fruit

we worshiped the dirt

and though worthy of our reverence

the dirt bears purpose

but is not sweet

and can not complete

the cycle of life

of it’s own accord

and that sacred sash

that golden chord

which binds man to truth

is unloosed

for we say it is too tight

and there are many aspects

of who we are

that can not stand it’s light

as we frightenedly run amuck

the fields of ill gotten gains

and the moon of this night wanes

and it matters not

for we are blinded

and need i remind my self

that it is time

again

to extricate that magic from within

again

that we may be delivered

from the madness of our own letting

that which we have created

in the walk towards forgetting

who we really are

and there still is that voice

speaking in tongue

who has wrung delusion

from our witful existence

and the pittance of it all

is that we heard the whispers

heard the shouts

heard the call

and we refused to answer

and played the dumb one

when the tongue of “IS-ness”

spoke the language

we have chose to forget

yet i speak . . .

© June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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in the way

in the way

i long

for the empty cup

that i may reflect

that spirit of the River

i put a hole

in it’s bottom

that life

may continually flow

through me

absent of effort

in the way

© 1 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

that Poem . . .

that poem

i stood

i looked life in the eye

and i began to speak

i spoke of my

dancing heart

my dancing thoughts

my dancing dreams

in dancing tones

yes,

i danced through the syllables

with joy

formulating words

to create verse

for i was being

that poem

called gratitude

called life

that poem

© 1 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

a Rose . . .

a Rose

if you hold it’s beauty to tightly

it’s petals will list

and it’s fragrance will be short lived

if you are careless

surely the thorns

will bring forth

a new

or forgotten

perspective

thus is love

a Rose

© 1 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

each day

each day

each day i awaken

but to realize

that i too sit

upon this lovely throne

of my consciousness

i embrace this wonderful kingdom

in all it’s divine magnificence

Father has created

for our joy

can you see it ?

the color

the majesty

can you hear

the choir of Angels

singing your song ?

Can you see Life

dance before you

simply . . .

because you are present

in the Royal Court ?

awaken

each day

© 1 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.