yeah, i am a hypocrite too

yeah, i am a hypocrite too

(song sung)

My God is better than your God

my God is better than yours

my God is better

though i’m lacking that Chedda’

but my God is better than yours

we worship the Gods

of things

bling bling

bang bang

searching on Google

and Bing

for that which will satisfy

our Souls

or distract it

from its propensity

to reconcile

this experience

with that which is eternal

and the infernal fire

burns

as we take turns

deluding ourselves

and each other

with illusions

that pass on

gone

in less than 60 seconds

at times

i sit here as a poet

looking for rhymes

in my lines

but at times

they do not come

so i force them

thinking my sum

as a poet is enhanced

as i romance

my own egocentricity

people’s felicities

are awed

by their own reflections

and we evade introspections

for we may stumble

upon a truth

not today

is the cry from the wilderness

i will come back tomorrow

and consider

what i lack

trust me

i’ll be back

but we never do quite

allocate enough time

for the sublime

to embrace us

that we may face us

and taste our eternal sureties

i was once assured

by that very same deceptive self

that i was OK

and perhaps i am

but do they know it ?

do i show it

or am i but displaying

another costume

from my extensive wardrobe of character

as i act out my part

ooops . . .

i think i misplaced my heart

somewhere

in that pile of things

but look at all these things i have

they all add up to nothing

but this i know

(song sung)

My God is better than your God

my God is better than yours

my God is better

though i’m lacking that Chedda’

but my God is better than yours

I trust in you God

and i will sing praises

until you hear me

and answer

cause i need these things

and a little Chedda would help too

yeah, i am a hypocrite too

24 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Journey

the Journey





along Life’s pathways
i have met so many souls . . .
all had their own story . . .

some sad, some glad
but all their own uniqueness

their own song
their own glow
their own colors
their own stories . . .

stories of experiences
which became part of my treasure of knowledge

and like a garden
of fruit, flowers, grass, trees and weeds . . .
they all possess their own significant beauty
and . .
significant purpose !

they have enhanced who “I” am

therefore i conclude . . .

that if the purpose of my life’s journey
is but to die . . .

at least i had the journey

and no one can take that beautiful experience from me !





~ wsp ~



~ U N I R 1 ~





© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Journey of . . .

The Journey of . . .



let us join hands . . .
and skip through the fields
of the lilies of love



let me look into thine eye
and see the object of it’s twinkle
and in my eye you shall see thyself



for it is thy heart that nurtures me
. . . the gentleness of your touch
. . . the soft curves of your smiles
. . . the graceful dance of your voice



from the heart do you speak
your words whisk me away
. . . to that Ever Ever land
. . . of hope and bliss
and there we are embraced
in the light of understanding
. . . and acceptance



I A W A K E ! ! ! . . . for it is
. . . but a dream . . .

. . . but i am encouraged . . .
for each journey begins . . .
with the first step . . .
and does end somewhere . . .

will you walk with me
. . . my love . . . my angel . . . my friend



wsp



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the pied piper

the pied piper





i am the pied piper
i whisper to your soul
the secrets of being
the secrets of old

i am the pied piper
my purpose to enchant
your heart to believing
what your mind just can’t

i am the pied piper
the maker of dreams
diminishing delusions
but not what one seems

i am the pied piper
of that eternal One tune
but i'm not the composer
but He’s coming soon

i am the pied piper
my purpose to charm
your soul to remember
a place of no harm

i am the pied piper
will you not dance?
the rhythms of life
where life loses chance

i am the pied piper
‘twas sent here for you
to bring you the rainbows
and love to imbue

i am the pied piper
a weaver of words
with the song of the flowers
the chirp harmony of birds

i am the pied piper
my aim to seduce
all into loving
for that is life’s use

~ wsp ~





~ inner child ~




© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

The Dark

The Dark





Darkness fears not the Light
for it shall come and go again
for darkness knows the rules
on which it can depend

in our life of knowing not
darkness holds our fears
by time we do embrace the light
darkness reappears

darkness has many friends
though they know it not
believing life is conquered
because of what they got

then there are those who preach
and teach an errant word
believing truth just to be
something that they heard

there is not much we don’t know
yet let the truth be known
we are but Creation where
in darkness light was sown

for dark and light do coexist
that’s the Sacred Rule
to try to change what one cannot
makes us but the fool

light is time to get work done
dark is but for rest
that we may be replenished
and ‘morrow give our best

for light is but a gift to us
make sure you use it well
it is more than metaphor
for our Heaven and our Hell





~ wsp ~








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the Paradox

the paradox





playing with square circles
and cubical spheres
a barren fruit tree
yields baskets of pears

my abundant dreams
gave birth to nightmares
i spat on my joys
and welcomed my tears

and what i thought blessings
now was my curse
and what once was last
now became first

for even day’s dawn
yields to the night
for one must be blind
to gather one’s sight

for what i have learned
life feeds you confusion
that all of my truths
were but my delusion

for that sacred closet
has not no locks
and there is no door
to The Paradox





~ wsp ~


~ U N I R 1 ~


© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the Kept Bird

the kept bird




there was a kept bird
who could not fly
no matter how much
it did not try

though the kept bird
did chirp and sing
it did not express
it’s untried wing

a kept bird’s wing
does well to flutter
like poet songstress
that speaks with stutter

but the kept bird’s heart
wishes for release
please open the cage
for your kept bird please





~ wsp ~