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the Garden of Even . . .

the Garden of Even

there once was a Village
that had a Garden
where nothing but Love ever grew
the Fruits were Divine
what was mine was thine
this was what everyone knew

and then came a thought
which some sadly bought
that i was different from you
and to all of dismay
came forth the day
when this paradigm then became true

the children were confused
and some were used
to further the separation of self
and some gathered night
and held on quite tight
for they thought that things were wealth

and as time went on
the old life was gone
where they all lived simply as one
and wouldn’t you know
even their personal glow
was fading and almost done

but much to their mirth
the Mother called Earth
gave an awakening call
it was not for the few
but all that She knew
she called before the fall

now some did transcend
before the end
of this fictional story i tell
but within every myth
there is a sweet gift
that each may come and dispel

so please come on back home
to the garden you’re from
where all is balanced and square
the Garden of Even
where there is no needin’
for love indwells everywhere


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


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can you hear it ?

can you hear it ?

the tears that i have accumulated and stored all my life

are welling up against the dyke of my being

no more escape from the anguish i feel

no, there shall be no more fleeing

i will open the flood gates and water the garden

the place where my seeds have been sown

i lived with the full expectation of this day

it has always been coming and i have always known

there would come a time of my soulful reconciliation

where i must turn to face my neglected dark side

they told me that the light would overcome

but now i come to know with certainty that they lied

one must come face to face with their own demons

or they will always lurk deep within the recesses of heart

perhaps when i stand and confront these subtle fears

these Demons of mine will gather their baggage and part

so i will no longer ascribe to the teachings of man

for my struggle is personal and belongs only to me

though you may identify with the music i now sing

follow your own drum and thus you will be free

can you hear it ?

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and there “i” Be !

and there i be . . .

i sit here on the edge of my world

with all my cares before me

trying to manufacture some happiness

as i go within to explore me

perhaps it is my values

or the empty things i cling to

in my seeking and searching for meaning

in the goodness i be and do

but just what is goodness really ?

is it a Sign on my life’s Road . . . YEILD ?

it has to be more than simply giving

when is the Harvest ? . . . where is the field ?

Lord, you know we have been planting seeds

is all the landscape but barren land ?

perhaps the seeds have been modified

in the secret chambers by the “Dark Hand”

i have watered, i have weeded

“my own Garden have i not kept”

is all of life but a paradoxical parable ?

is this why my Sweet Issa wept ?

and still i sit at the edge of my world

pondering all my cares before me

yet i endure the trying journey within

as i descend deeper to explore me

and there “i” Be !

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i am but a Raindrop . . .

i am but a Rain Drop





When I see a Cloud I am encouraged . . .
for i am / we are but a raindrop . . .
existing in the perfect order of life





. . . as i fall, i am being called to duty.
in falling I am being cleansed . . .
and given my charge . . .
in time i will be grounded . . .
upon which i shall feed and nourish . . .
as i am so directed . . .





some of my fellow drops will do so also . .
. . . and some have other callings . .
we will quench thirsts of all creation . . .
Earth, Plant, Animal, Mountains Streams and Spirit . . .
our duties . . are they not predefined ?





some to the plants to provide nourishment for growth . . .
that they too shall fulfill their purpose?
some to provide the waters of life to cleanse . .
from within as well as without . . .





. . . and some to feed . . .
the streams of life . . .
. . . that in turn . . .
. . . feed the rivers . . .
. . . that in turn . . .
. . . feed the oceans of our life . .
. . . only to return from whence we came .





do you not feel the calling . . .
. . . that urging drawing you?
Can we alter our path . . .
. . . oh raindrop ?





So I say . . .
Be the best raindrop you can be . . .
. . . and BE !


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be
encouraged
prepared
loved
blessed








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in rhapsody . . .

in rhapsody . . .

his speech was rhapsodizically prodding
the depths of his ancient heart
to turn around, and take in a new perspective
altering but 1 degree to make a new start

but i did not wish to begin again
to travel down this long solemn road
the back of my spirit was aching deeply
and i was but looking for a dock to unload

the burdens we carry forth as humans
were they truly meant for us to bear
funny how the illusions become so heavy
those of our inner doubts and fear

yes i too longed for that age old fable
was it a myth or did i truly remember
will i ever be able to conclude this journey
sometime before the 31st of December

again as i ponder this life’s horizons
and the countless turns of my calendar’s pages
as i stand before you with my own rectitude
and the vanity of the senseless ages

so what else is left to do my friend
Brother Omar said to live with mirth
so, i’ll continue to prod my rhapsodies
as i delusionally ponder it’s worth

in rhapsody . . .


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

am i ? . . .

am i ?

the road that i travel
was paved with no regret
for the best of my life
is ahead of me yet

the lessons i’ve learned
in the trials of my past
have shaped and defined me
and are growing quite vast

as i look forward
to each “Here and Now”
i open all gates
that i may allow

the best of myself
to come forth to being
and i am amazed
at all that i am seeing

with joyful wonder
in each footstep i take
i am thankful and grateful
that i am awake

am i ?


(c) 2010 William S. Peters, Sr.

it ain’t love baby . . .

it ain’t love baby

the best of her self esteem
kept company with the snails
many years of trials and tribulations
and the spirit of who she is still ails

how could she allow him
to reign his terror of defeat
minimizing her best of self
to be but his “piece of meat”

even i embrace an anger
with no place to express it
so i utilize this pen and pad
yet this angst shall never quit

until all who are abused are released
from their anguish and their strife
come my child, take the first step
and let us rectify this life

for you are my sister my friend
it hurts so when you suffer
yet you continually allow him in
as he tells the lie “i love her”

it ain’t love baby


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

all the signs point north . . .

all the signs point north

living on the cusp of lust

i reach for love i must

as my life goes ambling by

not quite understanding

the urgings nor demandings

yet i try, i try, i try

but to no reasonable avail

i abide with a fear to fail

i constantly avert each day

i still seek to find

in the land of the blind

the lantern that lights my way

the some-thing that is obscure

is what my soul pines for

in this life’s holy quest

and i am so driven

by the life that i’m living

from the grape my wine is pressed

intoxicated and i am drunk

by the thoughts that i think i thunk

and the words that pour forth

and i travel this road

with my burdensome load

and all the signs point north

(c) 2010 William S. Peters, Sr.

kiss me . . .

kiss me

oh the night of life has been so long
as i await the sun to rise
yet i see a glint of light my friend
in the recesses of your eyes

my heart has been a longing
for the harvest of my hopes
my lover and my dreams i held
from my consciousness did elope

despair and anguish sat upon my shoulder
whispering their logics in my ear
the fruits they afforded me in this life
were laced with bitterness, indifference and fear

that is why i know i am blessed
for through it all you i have known
for you have brought your light for me
that i may find my own

sometimes when we see nothingness
and what we deem as life’s cruel wrath
we do come to know we must press on
we must have faith in our path

i believe each footstep has purpose
if naught but to draw e’en close
give me strength to endure my soul
as i expunge these wisping ghosts

now i am not condemning at all
i embrace the all in my bliss
for in truth the journey has it’s own reward
and in the end i’ll receive my kiss

kiss me


(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
kis

listen . . .

listen . . .

i was listening to the Silence
and it’s thunder in my ears
i saw my desire’s reflection
in a pool of my tears
i try to live in moments
and they add up to years
and each step within the journey
there are potential fears

but one thing i have learned
not one of us are alone
i feel this in my knowing
in the marrow of my bone
i hear Creation’s music
i hum the Sacred tone
i unsheathe what i think wit
like a knife it must be honed

so each day i take time to ponder
what i embrace and i reject
in my finite perspectives
all is quite suspect
when all i want is goodness
i submit that i may detect
the rock of my foundation
let the universe praelect

so in the end i wonder
just how does one quite fit
as we mind the road and paths
and all the prevalent Bullshit
‘scuse my language it is but a word
i used to express and transmit
the spirit of the wonder seeking child
dies when it blindly submits

so attune your self my friend
with the beat of your true drum
for it in natured is attuned
calling your heart to come
back to the Cosmic Garden
the fruitful place we are from
only then, only then my friend
will we come to know our sum

so won’t you sit with me and listen
to the awakening of our souls
the slumber time is over
we must fulfill our roles
cast your fears upon the winds of time
for you have paid life’s tolls
at the gate stands Truth, Bliss and Joy
welcoming home all Souls

listen . . .


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

as i breathe . . ..

as i breath

as i breathe i love

as i love i live

as i live i touch

as i touch i feel

as i feel i express

life

love

you and i

can you hear the drum beat

can you smell the joyful fragrance

can you see the grandeur . . .

can you sense . . .

life

love

you and i

the voices of Creation are whispering

our Sun pours forth His Grace

the Ocean is nourishing

Mother is stretching her Limbs

forth to embrace

life

love

you and i

as i breathe i love

as i love i live

as i live i touch

as i touch i feel

as i feel i express

life

love

you and i

as i breath

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are we are . . .

are we are


are we but code in the matrix
that wants to be known
are we the flowers in a garden
of Sacred Seeds sown

are we the music and song
the vibes of life’s lute
are we the Cosmic Logic
one can not refute

are we the color of creation
that struggles to be seen
are we destined or chosen
to see what “IS” means

are we mind that struggles
to unloose it’s chains
are we the life of the future
or the past that remains

are we the joy of the sunshine
that wrestles with the dark
are we the remnants of salvation
apart from the Ark

are we the answers
that we each do seek
are we the mighty lions
who pretend to be meek

are we the creators
of what we wish to be
are we the divine ions
through whose eyes we see

are we what we think
or are we the thought
are we the fulfillment
of what Ancient Soul sought

i tired of asking are we
so this is what i think
cogito ergo sum
is my divine link

for . . .

we are what we be
we are all things
we are the silence
of which all creation sings

we are !


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



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Searching for David

Searching for David

We live in a time where there are many Goliaths that walk amongst us. We see them in our Governments, Our Industry and our Communities. They express themselves through our Banks, Our Medicines, Our Food and Our Religion. They, these “Giants” of Men seem to have no empathy for the “Common Man”. We, the “common Man” have been all but reduced to a “Statistical Casualty” of their visions of Deluded Grandeur of Self. Do they have a God Complex of what ? These Individuals with their “Selfish” concerns have no problem with you not being here. They do not even exhibit evidence of their own true welfare so what do you think they feel about You and I ? With the advent of this “subtle” Global Marshall Law that enforces their mandates, the manipulations of Governments, the Rationing of the World’s Food Supply and the utter Rape of “Our” Planet’s resources, their “Megalomania is not longer as obscure as it once was. As a matter of fact they, these Goliaths are becoming so “cocky’, i do not think they even give a Flying Fart what you think either. In truth, though you may live in a Democracy or “Free” society, your Vote, Your Thoughts, your Vision, Your everything means “SQUAT” . . . save for one thing . . .the ONE thing they fear more than anything in the world ! . . . . Your Love for One and Other.

So this day, i beseech you to stand up. I am not asking any of us to Telephone a Senator or other Politician. This effort i request requires you not to email any one. You do not have to make and carry a Pickett Sign, T Shirt or any thing else. All that is required to set things back aright in this life is Love. Reach out to your Family, Your Neighbor, Your Community, and most of all Your Self with a big Warm Loving Embrace, and cooperate with the innate Goodness that resides within you . . . let it out, and You / We will become that David that slew Goliath . . . Love is the Answer !


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

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sweet seeking

sweet seeking

he was surreptitiously trying to find his way
trying to sneak up on his light
while in the winds of timeless thought
she danced upon his plight

yes love had no notion of his grief
for she is blinded by the life smiles
though love bears a grief of her own
in her journey of Tears and Trials

in absences of an awesome wonder
and the sweet soft whispering bliss
that once possessed i and i did thy
and still i yearn deeply for her kiss

my sweet notions have taken wings
to embrace the driving winds of life
soaring aimlessly above beyond reach
of illusions that produce it’s strife

eye hoods peeled and keenly surveying
the landscapes seeking hint and clue
and i surreptitiously trying to find my way
to that light within me, thee and you

sweet seeking


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

and lighten your load

and lighten your load

so many teachings
so many paths
that seeks a light
that we already have

yet we lack self trust
that we may achieve
our oneness of self
in which we all believe

so we seek out doctrines
and embrace new ideas
seeking unity in numbers
to hide from our fears

but there is a song playing
and all notes do rhyme
awaiting the pendulum’s strike
of the final note of time

where the veils of deceit
will vanish and burn
and we will come to know
the beauty soul yearns

for the journey of life
is within indeed
and the fruits of our harvest
is but our own seed

some call it karma
some call it fate
but destiny awaits you
and you won’t be late

so please share the goodness
from within your dear heart
embrace your inner child
and the divine he/she imparts

and i’ll see you soon
at the end of the road
let the world be loosed
and lighten your load

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

as i breathe . . . .

as i breath

as i breathe i love
as i love i live
as i live i touch
as i touch i feel
as i feel i express
life
love
you and i

can you hear the drum beat
can you smell the joyful fragrance
can you see the grandeur . . .
can you sense . . .
life
love
you and i

the voices of Creation are whispering
our Sun pours forth His Grace
the Ocean is nourishing
Mother is stretching her Limbs
forth to embrace
life
love
you and i

as i breathe i love
as i love i live
as i live i touch
as i touch i feel
as i feel i express
life
love
you and i

as i breath





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

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my beloved . . .

my Beloved

oh where, oh where is my beloved
where has he gone?
my heart weeps in anguish for His presence
my thoughts leaps in anticipation of His arrival
oh where, oh where is my beloved

Deep within the core of my being
there is a place,
a small dark room
in the inner recesses of my heart.
it belongs to Him.
It is my chamber of Love,
where i the Bride await
full of desire
full of fire
a fire that only His prerequited love
may extinguish

i embrace my Joys
for i know soon come the day
soon come the day of my quickening
when i and my lover shall be one
again

i remember from whence i came
and i shall return
to that place of flowing bliss
to receive my kiss
the anointing of all my joys
my hopes

i have endured much too long
within this realm we deem life
filled with strife
of this world
but i have endured,
for my lover gave me a song
a song of my heart
that sings of the memories
the memories i shall never forget
when He held me in His loving arms
when he pressed my head upon His breast
when i was soothed all the day
and all the night
as i listened to His Heart
telling me of all that which i pined for
all that i wished
all that i dreamed
all that i aspired
as this fire
burned . . .
burned
within the Holiness of Life

yes, today and all days
i sing this song
i speak this
speaking the word
speaking the word of love
speaking the word that only Angels know
as i step in to my lover’s river, i flow
to the Spiritual Oceans of life
from whence all things spawned

my Soul opens it’s door
to meet my lover
as my lover comes to my Chamber
and He knocks
and i answer

for my lover is here
with me His Beloved

i am His and He is mine

my Beloved

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

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the Garden of Even

the Garden of Even

there once was a Village
that had a Garden
where nothing but Love ever grew
the Fruits were Divine
what was mine was thine
this was what everyone knew

and then came a thought
which some sadly bought
that i was different from you
and to all of dismay
came forth the day
when this paradigm then became true

the children were confused
and some were used
to further the separation of self
and some gathered night
and held on quite tight
for they thought that things were wealth

and as time went on
the old life was gone
where they all lived simply as one
and wouldn’t you know
even their personal glow
was fading and almost done

but much to their mirth
the Mother called Earth
gave an awakening call
it was not for the few
but all that She knew
she called before the fall

now some did transcend
before the end
of this fictional story i tell
but within every myth
there is a sweet gift
that each may come and dispel

so please come on back home
to the garden you’re from
where all is balanced and square
the Garden of Even
where there is no needin’
for love indwells everywhere


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


Much Love and Gratitude to my Friend,
the Wonderfully Divine Fantasy Artist

Christine von Lossberg

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tommy

tommy

can tommy come out to play
can tommy come out today
that we can recreate
before we procreate
let beauty be our way

can mary please come out
with out her fears and doubt
let all girls and boys
embrace their joys
let our beauty come about

can johnny come play with me
in the gardens of the free
where we believe
in what’s conceived
will come that we can see

please open up and come
we are the God we’re from
from the Kingdom within
we can “BE” again
and come to know our sum

tommy

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my box

my box

why should i define myself
why should i live in a box
to deliberately exist within a room
where i have welded the locks

no, i like a life without walls
where i can truly live free
where i can indulge the possibilities
and be all that i can be

the finality of my reality
is i can speak life as i choose
you may object, but i say what the heck
what have i to lose

. . . my box ?


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

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sitting by the Road

sitting by the Road

i sit here by the side of the Road
watching all the “Passer-bys”
i contemplate their destinations
and all their reasons “why”

we appear to be ‘migratory souls’
all seeking for some place to arrive
looking for a temporary belonging
some walk, some dream, some drive

some seem pressed and anxious
their lives stuck in a ‘rush mode’
me, i am just passing through
for where ‘i am’ is my abode

yet there still are times i too am expectant
of what lies beyond the bend
but i’ve learned that ‘Expectation’ travels with ‘Disappointment’
so i always . . . all ways seek to amend

for the road i travel has but one step
it is taken one at a time
only then am i consciously open
for the discovery of what is sublime

sitting by the Road


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

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on the journey

on the journey

i know not where this journey goes
or where or if it ends
but each day upon my path
i seek to make amends

for i am on a Cosmic trail
i call it my life quest
within each conscious moment
i seek to find my best

there are many trials
i have faced along the way
but one thing is quite certain
the Twilight brings forth Day

most times i am encouraged
for despondency is my friend
the many lessons despair teaches
seem to be without end

just as this endless road
and the discoveries along this path
are the treasures of life my friend
it may be all we hath

so keep one eye on your dreams
the other on each step you take
and stumble not be sure of foot
and love never forsake

for in this thing called journey
love will carry you through
it’s full disclosure yet to come
‘tis the best of you in “you”

on the journey

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“BE” all you can Be

“BE” all you can Be

i am consciously inhibited
by my own design
i realize my limitations
are all within my mind

i care not for fetters
or the fences about
so i challenge all doctrines
and my fears found in doubt

but i do somehow realize
what’s dark does hold treasures
what once was a taboo
has transmuted to pleasures

but that is not to say
that we should not reflect nor pause
for in our silent contemplations
we discover the roots of our cause

as we transcend to effect
as our life dost behoove
we may come to our dawns
with nothing to prove

so i let loose my inhibition’s
control over me
and bring light to my darkness
to be all i can be

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

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listen . . .

listen . . .

i was listening to the Silence
and it’s thunder in my ears
i saw my desire’s reflection
in a pool of my tears
i try to live in moments
and they add up to years
and each step within the journey
there are potential fears

but one thing i have learned
not one of us are alone
i feel this in my knowing
in the marrow of my bone
i hear Creation’s music
i hum the Sacred tone
i unsheathe what i think wit
like a knife it must be honed

so each day i take time to ponder
what i embrace and i reject
in my finite perspectives
all is quite suspect
when all i want is goodness
i submit that i may detect
the rock of my foundation
let the universe praelect

so in the end i wonder
just how does one quite fit
as we mind the road and paths
and all the prevalent Bullshit
‘scuse my language it is but a word
i used to express and transmit
the spirit of the wonder seeking child
dies when it blindly submits

so attune your self my friend
with the beat of your true drum
for it in natured is attuned
calling your heart to come
back to the Cosmic Garden
the fruitful place we are from
only then, only then my friend
will we come to know our sum

so won’t you sit with me and listen
to the awakening of our souls
the slumber time is over
we must fulfill our roles
cast your fears upon the winds of time
for you have paid life’s tolls
at the gate stands Truth, Bliss and Joy
welcoming home all Souls

listen . . .


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and yet i hold on . . .

and yet i hold on . . .

why did you leave
why did you have to go from here
it seems not quite fair
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on . . .

i remember how i played in your hair
i was the consummate child
immersed in your smile
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on . . .

the memories of your scent lingers
dancing with certain constancy
bring forth illusions that you are still here
here with me
holding me with your breath of love
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on

i know i am a bit deluded
for in this temporal existence i believe
yes, i do believe
that i will see you again
perhaps only in the eyes of my soul
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on


i shun close attachment
for i am still one with you
still loneliness pervades my peace
without cease
and the rest is intermittent at best
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on

i often think of just the beautiful things
that for which my soul sings
are they my imaginings
or are they the magic
that allows me to escape
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on

i remember these moments
our first dance
our first kiss
our first glance
our first chance
and the magic . . . perchance
yes, i remember
and yet i hold on

yes, i remember
and yet i hold on


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



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woman

woman

O woeful lady, why dost thou grieve
hast thou love went away ?

i see you sitting,
pondering in despair
seeking new air

i see your colors of Blue
shining through

as you stand at the doorway of your life
looking at your bleakness
your weakness

you find no solace
no resolution
but upon your bed

in the land of your dreams
it seems

in you waking hours
you look to the horizons
for your love’s return

you look in the mirror
and wonder . . .
what is wrong with me

you pray for peace and clarity
and perhaps God’s verity

but to no avail

so you withdraw within

and then it begins

the return of your color

your music

your dance . . .

your hope . . .

your love . . .

what once was a fractured soul

begins to emote the magic of being

your life’s color . . .

your life’s Joy . . .

your life’s Magic . . .

your Divinity of “Be”ing . . .

for you are
Woman !!!

yes . . .

you are

Woman





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

my New Book "the light in the window" is now available for purchase at :

~ inner child enterprises ~

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Makes a great gift for one you love . . .

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