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Dear Family,

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Prophet

Prophet

within the cataclysmic void

the abyss where the ”pressions” dwell

the Prophets of expression

speak to the known entities

we ignore

impressions

the time approaches

where the gate of reconciliation

must be passed through

“what’s in your wallet”

no One Capital

will allow you to pierce

that Needle’s Eye

that Aye

guarded by Camels

will your soul be able

to thread it

when the bugle sounds ?

tread lightly they say

for all will be dark again

to those who have not realigned

we cosign to things

they say are inalienable.

my “i” smiles speaking silence

behind the mask of presence

lest we be discovered

that we are akin

Wikepedia declared the story to be fictional

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cataclysm

either Batman or his Creator lied

or deliberately cast us upon

the wilderness

that we may find our way

yet, batman

or that man

or you man

Hued Man

have, has, had

a specified journey

did we even connect

i detect something in the air

it has been looming

for the entire Piscean age

and a part of the Arian

as well

and there is no time

to be shaking and fearing in

these rundown domiciles and huts

we at times can see

as Castles and Temples

the chattel is but that

the names spoken

the words evoked

in “Speak Of” . . .

Sapiential

or the lyrics of Sirach

do they even begin to equate

the wait of our Soul’s longings

can we conjure this ?

can our vessel hold

the New Wine made from Old Grapes ?

would another intangibility

such as a parable

hold you in a stillness

for but a while ?

or shall we be as Jacob

and continue the prevailing

wrestling match

facing the image

found in reflections

of our being-ness

that of God

a Blasphemous thing

in the finite mind’s eye of men

but in the Soul, it is reconciliation

a finding of One-Self

claimed to be Egoic

in Nature . . . that of men’s

definitions

in the tiring

of the calloused soles

that have endured and trod

from Eden

to the Babbling whispering tales

of Lore and Dreams

of Scheherazade

we still meander

through the mist

aimlessly amiss

that we may label the way

a quest

or a test

yet detesting that we have

voluntary

acquiesced

a mild soul shaking

spirit waking

is coming

as the Oceans

that house all consciousness

begins to consume it’s self

it does this

with the aid of the Sun’s light

leaving the Algae,

our breath

to but dry up

fly up

and grasp the winds of transformation

it has been said

and all this was Prophesied

and it will inevitably come to pass

for all things

spoken

uttered

doth so

as do all seeds sown

yield some type of fruit

bitter or sweet

but never replete

and i point my finger

to the north of Heaven

hoping to see a vision

of the chamber of Souls

where they house

their dreams of peace

that i too may dream again

of such a thing

i hear the rushing waters

sssssshhhhhhhhhhh

they are being poured

from the “Bearers” Earthen Chalice

that the abundance of spiritual things

and movement

drown our aguish

in that Sea

of Forgetfullness

and you Prophet

i request your voice of reason

and presence

let me, we cross

pass through the gate

with unlatched empirical deductions

and seductions

but to become one

let us shine as the Sun

and the glow manifest

upon us

that we be transformed

into our illusion-less self

as are we

one

Prophet

© 3 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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and i Pray

and i pray

a brisk breeze comes

a cold front embraces life

accompanied by an unusual rain

the sky is half clear

and the other half

seriously overcast

even nature appears

to be confused

is this a sign

of a coming

age

where ice may recapture

the balance of mother

what are we to do ?

gather matches

and pray

that a wind not come

and extinguish our flame

the one we have left

unattended

yesterday

was balmy

i conjured visions

of sandy beaches

and pleasant escapes

from a looming reality

i smiled profusely

within that room

filled with funny shaped

and curved mirrors

serving my reflective delusions

i am now haunted

within a consciousness

that i would rather put aside

hide from

and to sum it all up

i write an open ended poem

and i pray

© 4 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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Inner Child Press Announces : Hot Summer Nights

Inner Child Press Announces

Hot Summer Nights

a new Anthology

Genre : Poetry Only

OPEN : until July 1^st, 2012

Guidelines :

Sensual, Enticing, Love Poetry.

Sorry, no Pornographic nor Descriptive Sexual (F’ Poetry).

Expletives if used should be employed in restraint and with mindfulness paying strict attention to the craft of high minded Erotica.

All work must be tastefully crafted.

Looking for High Literary Quality that has the ability to capture the reader.

All Poetry submitted may not be found suitable.

Submissions :

Inner Child Press Anthologies

Submit to :

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1 Submission ONLY

Work must be Titled with Poem in the body of the Email with Poets Name at the bottom of Poem.

All Poetic Forms are Welcome

NO PICTURES

NO VIDEOS

Disclaimer :

In submitting your work for this Anthology / Collection you are granting Inner Child Press and all of it's affiliate use of your work in connection to this offering and promotional purposes only.

We do not and will not retain any rights on your creative property other than as stipulated above.

Project CLOSES July 1^st 2012

Publish Date : August 2012

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and limes in my drinks

and limes in my drinks

it was a hot balmy summer day

in July

we were at the beach

chasing a cool breeze

running in the sands of life

retarded

hoping for liberation

but only creating more friction

in the flow

damn it was hot

the children neverminded

our discomfort

and i wish we were able to as well

Lime Marguerites

and Lime in our Coronas

only served to exploit our weakness’

but no worry

a few more

and they would seemingly

disappear

until tomorrow

Sand was everywhere

a noble quest

was to count the grains

that we could somehow

possibly understand

the exponentialness

of creation

and God

let me see

where should i start

in the mean time

sweat was dripping everywhere

adding an ambience to the day

something to remember

or forget

this is the stuff memories are made of

the frolicking of peoples aspirations

to escape life and live

for a brief moment or two

quite a profound dichotomy and comment

and here i sit several years later

gathering

conjuring

visions of faded pictures

hung on the walls of dreams

where i am still that young man

and life and Monday is before me

for ever

as i am frozen here

dwelling

on a Hot July day

making mud cakes

with the Sand

sweat and perspiration

and limes in my drinks

1 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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and limes in my drinks

it was a hot balmy summer day

in July

we were at the beach

chasing a cool breeze

running in the sands of life

retarded

hoping for liberation

but only creating more friction

in the flow

damn it was hot

the children neverminded

our discomfort

and i wish we were able to as well

Lime Marguerites

and Lime in our Coronas

only served to exploit our weakness’

but no worry

a few more

and they would seemingly

disappear

until tomorrow

Sand was everywhere

a noble quest

was to count the grains

that we could somehow

possibly understand

the exponentialness

of creation

and God

let me see

where should i start

in the mean time

sweat was dripping everywhere

adding an ambience to the day

something to remember

or forget

this is the stuff memories are made of

the frolicking of peoples aspirations

to escape life and live

for a brief moment or two

quite a profound dichotomy and comment

and here i sit several years later

gathering

conjuring

visions of faded pictures

hung on the walls of dreams

where i am still that young man

and life and Monday is before me

for ever

as i am frozen here

dwelling

on a Hot July day

making mud cakes

with the Sand

sweat and perspiration

and limes in my drinks

1 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Utopic Dreams

a Memorial Day Salute

when it comes to Memorial Day

you may say

that i am not appreciative

and i am not

and i have not forgot

those who have sacrificed

their lives

that we may

hold on

to the standards of out living

civility

humanity

insanity

i am one

who can never condone a war

of any type

when it comes

to the taking of life

you see

they are my Brothers

my Sisters

who died

on both sides

Mothers lamenting

the loss of their sons

the lands of the people

raped

because of greed

take heed my friend

for we need to amend

our ways

our thoughts

and i know

there is always that one

that shining Asshole

somewhere

who convinces the people

of their sovergnty

that this is a thing

we must do

i beg to differ

yes,

The Hitlers must be stopped

popped

cropped

as well as the Noriegas

the Idi, the Amins

the Bushes

who go unseen

because we are blinded

by a term

we have come to endear

called “Patriotism”

and what about all those would be Khans

who wave that magic wand

through the news

to alter the views

persuading the people

to forget their humanity

yes . . . dammit

insanity

that we would listen

don’t we know better by now ?

and you Sacred Text

is full of such accounts

of people

who kill in the name of . . .

defaming my spirituality

and i can only SMDH

and what about those

who toes

never touch the field of battle

they but dictate

how you should lose your life

and why

and i ask “Why”

as my soul cries these tears

with no resolution

and get a 3 legged pony

for that crippled spirit

Joseph Kony

tie him to it

and shit

along with his dark cross

of despair

for all the souls

who are deprived

the air of life

they do this

because they have an agenda

that is not to your best interest

did you hear what i said

THEY DON’T DO IT FOR YOU !!!!!

but you have been elected

selected

to die for them

AHEM

and History continually recycles it’s self

changing Uniforms and Names

and geographics

that we not clearly see

we do not have to die for them

for you

for me

we can choose to live

if we but stop the hate

and learn to love

self and others

for in the end scheme

just like Martin’s dream

we are all

Sisters and Brothers

and the Lenins

who be beginning

these surges

of frivolous mouth frothing madness

of people against people

perhaps i shall pray for them

perhaps not

but right now

all i can do is “Imagine”

isn’t that what Lennon said

but he is dead now

or is he ?

the Caesars

the pleasers

the Republicans

persuading the Publicans

from Christ to Rome

from Doctrine

to Dome

the Rote

the Rites

that usher forth Night

steal our Children’s Suns

and if you blink your eye

another War has begun

somewhere

so memorial day is here

and i pray i remember

the value of life

the smile of a Son

and it’s meaning to his Mother

that shall never see it again

may these words be my memorial

and thus become a reality

where our frailties

our propensity

to kill each other

my Sister my Brother

show up no more

Memorial Day . . . Remembering Eden

Utopic Dreams

Dedicated for my Children’s unknowing smiles

© 27 May 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Source : http://free-minds.org

I would like to compile a list of warmongers prominent politicians, journalists, authors, artists, leaders, businessmen, academics, groups, etc. especially those who fan a flame between East and West, hoping to lead more wars and destruction. I would appreciate your help. Here are some names for starters:

Robert Spencer
Osama Bin Laden,
Ali Sina,
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad,
Bill Warner,
Mulla Omar,
Bill Graham,
David Horowitz,
Daniel Pipes,
Rush Limbaugh,
Michael Savage,
Glenn Beck,
Joseph Alois Ratzinger,
Dick Cheney,
Donald Rumsfeld,
The Bushes,
Zionists,
Talibans,
Left-Behind Crusaders,
Mahdists,
Armagaddonites,
Christofascists,
Al-Qaida,
Troops of Monkeys,
The Military Industrial Complex

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Announcing : June Book Releases

We at Inner Child Press are happy to announce the release of 3 New Books scheduled for June 1st 2012. These offerings are Poetry and will be available on Amazon . . . Kindle and at Inner Child Press.
The Authors are : Alfreda D. Ghee . . . Dr. John R. Strum and Carlus L. Wilmot. All of the Authors are a part of our Inner Child Family. Take some time and congratulate them.

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Additional Authors to be release in June include :
Monte Smith, Street Poet . . . Don't Shoot the Hostages
Purify Love . . .  Getting to know me
Rosalind Cherry  . . . Words of Music

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