for so much more . . .

for so much more

i am always seeking to touch

that magical place of everlasting resolution . . . .

so elusive . . .

and non conclusive

am i being self abusive

or just lost

as i embrace the floss

that which promulgates

the toys

the joys

of my life

ignoring at times

the lack of rhymes

to this poem

i call mine

am i the creator

or am i the program

yes madam

how can i help you

how can i help my self

come to understand

the plan

the demands

we place on the illusions

to substantiate our delusions

the lesser or the greater

like the mad hatter

changing disguises

does it matter

what they see me for

or as

they can kiss my crass

lack of protocol

for i am fall – ing

yet somehow we still sing

of grandeur places

and dreams

and visions

we desire

and yet the fire burns

and i still yearn

. . . for so much more

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