who really understands ?

This Poem is inspired by My Brother Joski . . .

Much Love to you my Brother, my Friend . . .

bill

who really understands ?

who amongst us truly understands

the path of a man

we call brother

who truly can feel

the pain another

endures

we go about our lives

insulated

for we have our own issues

and woes

dancing in our thoughts

we sometimes employ our toes

to dance

that we may perhaps

dance our spirits away

far away

where we can no longer hear it

the cries of that inner child

for solace

understanding

and comfort

where we may

escape from the ghosts of darkness

that haunts all souls of light

and some

do

believe they are not

and can not be

frightened

but the auspiciousness of life

and i smile for them

for even in their delusions

they seem to be ok

for a while

others of us

have given up

attempting to reconcile

and reassemble the puzzle

of reasonable divinity

and with undue affinity

we yet still meander down crooked paths

we see as straight

but straight unto what i ask ?

i look to my left

and i sense pain

through my eyes

and they are open

for a moment

but i have to close them

and seek that place

that place of dreams

so i can face

all that seems

displaced in this heaven i desire

the fire i once avidly stoked

as a youth

quietly burns

with a sort of ambient glow

and most times i am content

to sit and watch the licks of flame

flicker

from orange to yellow to blue to red

and sometimes green

for there is still yet much

we have not seen

will we ever ?

and as clever as we may think we are

or i am

or wish to be

there is an looming uncertainty

as to where this path truly leads

yes like you too

i know what i have been told

and all i embrace as possibility

was put in the fold of “knowledge”

by someone else

who perhaps too

stood on this same precipice of self

seeking answers

and in the end of it all

wherever that may be

call it the land of the free for some

purgatory for others

i ask again

this simple question

for that other man

who resides in me

as well

who really understands ?

(c) 3 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

every day

every day

she sat in her room

almost all alone

just herself

God,

a Muse

and memories

and it was enough

she was not playing house

but playing home

wishing for warm things

the way they use to be

she dressed the dolls

with smiles and love

using big brother’s red Magic Markers

to draw hearts on their faces

and any spaces she could find

God smiled too

i could tell you

there was no sunshine in her life

but that would be a lie

for she vied for it each day

when the rains of anguish

did not chase her inside

within herself

but she knew God was there

waiting for her

for He must have been lonely too

when she did go out to play

she did so with an unbridled passion

for she played to forget

the beatings

her Mother endured

from a man

who acted not like her Father

though he was

so long ago

he has been this way

every since he lost his job

and now they had to rob

Peter to pay Paul

when they could find him

and there were the voices inside

that was always waiting for her

in her special hiding place

the place she went

when she did not wish to face

the harshness of the possibilities

that the realities

she now endured

would last forever

what ever . . .

Mommy spent much time alone as well

locked in her room

she never smiled any more

like she used to

when they were a real family

but she, this little girl

found happiness

in those secret places

her own world

where she could dream

as she wished

about whatever she wanted

though she was haunted

by these dreams

that seemed

like they would never come back home

and this is why

she spent so much time in her room

where she could paint the walls with happiness

instead of the gloom

that living was giving to her

every day

(c) 2 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Home . . . come

Home . . . come

there is a flame

that burns

in the deepest recess of my heart

and it burns for you,

waiting for you

lighting your pathway home

the child within me

sits in solace

quietly praying

for your safe return

that i may hold you again

in the embrace

of the Holy

the Angels dare not make a sound

for the reverence

of this sacred moment

which holds all eternity

calls forth but a word

a voice

only God himself may speak

and we await pensively

for that utterance of praise

when the Bride and her Groom

are reunited

in the chamber of matrimonious union

as my Brother Solomon once said

thy Breast, my Love are Comely

and i long to lay my head

and listen to the Universal rhythms

of thy heartbeat

as it speaks and confirms

the truth of our oneness

images of long ago

sweet memories

still dance

and dominate my thoughts,

for consciousness

of your “here-ness”

is all i desire

so long have i longed

to feel thy gentle touch

upon my skin of my reality

that it may dispel these delusions

yes, delusions i have created

to keep me company,

delusions that you

have never left me

i had to deny this truth

to maintain my sanity

it is not vanity

but my “Vain-ness”

that does adorn my house,

that which whispers questions

offering a confirmation

while seeking an affirmation

that i do deserve thee

but truth of the Light to be told

“I NEED THEE”

to complete me,

and fulfill the cup of my dreams

that i may drink again

from that fountain of love

borne in the Womb of Creation,

in you

i have kept the lantern of hope burning

for surely if i am not diligent

darkness would consume me . . .

again

i abide in this whirlpool of convolution

with my loins afire

with this burning desire

and a relentless passion

that again we will consummate

our union

before the throne

which is seated

in the Garden of the Divine

this is the Sweet Fruit

that of a Soul fulfilled

where the Harvest is never ending

and thy sweet nectar of bliss

shall again drip

from my lips

and you shall feed that need

for me to plant my seed

of the divine

i shall plant them

in the furrows of thy goodness

the “IS”-ness

where the Children of Sovereignty are Borne

spawned in spite of

that which comes

to claim the hopes of man

and i a Retired Warrior

now sit in this Silence

listening for your Foot Steps .. .

i know them well

for each foot print of anticipation

is indelibly etched in my heart

as i sit here

on the edges of sunshine

cloaking myself with Dreams

Visions

Prayers

and other Supplications

to Creation

and He who holds all things

i keep this Flame

for i am the “Keeper”

of that “Eternal Light”

within me

and each Heart Beat

each Breath

confirms that it is so

as i await your presence

your return

Home . . .  Come

(c) 31 December 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

i hear you

i hear you

like a reed in the marsh

wavering to and fro

in the soft Ocean breeze

i too have dreams of flying

to but embrace my Brother the Wind

and let him carry me to foreign lands

but i am rooted where i am

but i still imagine

of those things unseen

we vacillate betwixt such ends

creating our own convolutions

seeking solutions

to the seemingly impossible

my thoughts drift asunder

and my toes are stuck in the mud

the twilight approaches

the Sun of the evening

sets beyond the horizon

and gives way to the night

and the light of the Moon

draws forth the warm embrace

of the Evening Tide

as they come again

to kiss the shores of our consciousness

they come to my house

and lay gifts at my feet

tales of the travel they enjoyed

the Seas of the World

the Streams

and the Clouds of the Sky

and the Mountains and the Valleys

and we must mention the Rains

of the Rains

i stand ever so planted

lost in the whisperings of life

and the wonder of their journey

while the tentacles of my own doing

these non forgiving roots

which tether me to where i am

yet nurture who i am

holds me fast

where i am

the Sun of the Day

now slumbers as well

here

yet is now dancing with children

of another land

urging Workmen and Mothers

to indulge in the calling of Life

and duty

while some here sleep

but not i,

i am dreaming

i feel the nudging of my Brother, Wind

softly caressing

stirring me

reminding me

that this is not so bad

for he does bring the stories

and whispers them in my ear

and i softly reply

“i hear you”

Thank You

(c) 1 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Blessings to you for the New Year

Greetings to you all Friends and Family,

Here we are, standing before the inevitable . . . CHANGE !!!  Many people from all over are coming together with a certain commonality . . .  The New Year. We offer to each other the best of our Wishes, Prayers, Intent and Love. I am Grateful !

I would like to just take this moment in time to speak with you about our own Greatness . . .  Individually . . . and of course “Collectively”. This year we have witnessed many movements come about . . .  some for Good . . .  and some not so. The prevailing aspect of being of “One Mind”, is there is Power. We are witnessing that in such things as the 99% Movement; The 2012 Prophecies; World Healing, World Peace 2012 Movement and unfortunately the War, Famine, Suffering and Strife experienced across this Planet. But . . .  perhaps this is also a part of the “Perfect Balance” of Creation in that such things do elevate our consciousness and propel us to “Change”! This is a good thing i think; not the suffering, but the mere “Possibility” that we will awaken as a collective and employ our power to effectuate this “Quickening” to Change.

So this is my intent on a personal level based upon what i believe i have learned thus far in my life.

*    If i have it to Give . . .  i will
*    May i be Clear in my Intent for Goodness
*    May i continue without reservation to express my Goodness
*    May i always seek to see the Love and Light in my Brothers and Sisters
*    May i understand that “My Way” is just that MY WAY !
*    And Finally for me . . .  May i preface all aspects of my Life with Love.
*    May you have a wonderful and Wonder Filled New Year of Joy, Peace,
        Love and Harmony
*    May Each Moment of Goodness upon the path you travel transform
        into the Eternal
*    May you be clear and Understand that YOU are a Magnificent and Essential  
        Element of Creation and Powerful beyond our present Understandings.
*    May Your Inner Child come out to PLAY !!!


Blessings of Love

‘just bill’
William S. Peters, Sr.

Inner Child

Happy New Year

the road lies before us

to adorn it as we wish

what new Mountains

will you consider

along this pending journey my child

or will you be but a Valley Dweller

and wish

and dream

of all you could have been

could have done

had you tried

vied

to come outside

that of who you think you are

who you may have been,

were

and play

in this coming day

Happy New Year

from where i come

from where i come

we embrace a concept

that things must be done

that we may validate

self

journey

purpose

esteem

and dreams

to be

or not to do

to do

or not to be

what was that question you asked ?

where in the garden is the middle road

the Awakened One spoke of ?

or was it beyond the border

where the absence of suffering lived

you know

that village down the road

by the way,

where is that road

where does it begin ?

i myself have wandered for many a year

not always diligent

not always seeking

but always indulging

in something or another

there were many a sweet slumber

where dreams of miniscule things

such as a sweet embrace

were actualized

and i smile now

for it was those moment

that now loom so significant

in this little hovel

i live in now

there was a time

i cared not to dream

of such things as gardens

and now i am a forgone horticulturist

yes, forgone

for all other thoughts

have seemingly died

along that roadside

many years ago

but i remember them

for they earmarked

the steps of maturity along the way

maturity did you say ?

scratch that

for i still am in some sort of fog

however the contexuality

has changed

as life redressed it’s agendas

and me too

these days i anxiously await sign

to see that slightest showing of green

that signifies new life

as it crest the furrows

for what i do know

this is life

and with any providence at all

perhaps there will be a fruit

of some kind

this i do enjoy

so i plant seeds

along my road side

should i have to be redressed again

and visit that place

from where i come

(c) 29 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.