oh, did i say i loved her

oh,

did i say i loved her

i don’t quite remember

when she came into my life

it must have been that day

when i thought i was the sun

for her light was so intense

she brightened all that i was

where there was darkness

it fled

and i bled

naught but thoughts of goodness

whenever she crossed my mind

which was not often

because she was always on it

i think of the possibilities

of what lies on the road before me

and her

and the Stars begin to glisten

in the middle of the day

lighting my way

that my dreams

are seen

and i am redeemed

for she is all i ever needed

she speaks words to me

that move me

syllable by syllable

vowel by vowel

and her consonants

are constantly inspiring me

to want more of her

all of her

to taste her

hold her

kiss her

and i miss her

even when she

is right by my side

oh,

did i say i loved her

© 7 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Tommy was a Good Kid

Tommy was a Good Kid

Tommy wasn’t a bad kid

just a bit disconnected

like most kids are these days

there really was no one to talk to

no one who could relate

to what he was feeling inside

and no one who could explain it to him

you see

Mom was doing the best she could

she was fighting her own demons

never enough money

no man

Dad gave his life to . . .

his country ?

over in Afghanistan

killing people

for no apparent reason

getting killed

for no apparent reason

there were plenty of guys

coming around

but mom,

she wasn’t having that

the other kids on the block

in the hood

neighborhood that is

were handling their biz

but Tommy

he wasn’t about those things

they were doing

and though Tommy was not much for Church

it seemed like it was the only place

he could go every once in a while

a be alone

there were a lot of lonely people there

maybe that is why they went there in the first place

because they could not face the world outside

so they went there to hide

and blamed it on Jesus

Tommy, he saw the game

and every time that Preacher shouted

in the Name of Jesus

they would either pass the plate

begging for money

calling it offerings and tithes

they had it all figured out

shout a little

a few Amens

and that is the formula

on how they put it down

again and again

Yeah, Church was entertaining

but it was not sustaining anything

for Tommy

it was just another game

with a few misplaced names

out on the block

Tommy’s peers

were on the clock

slangin’ that thang

that Ying and that Yang

that made people forget

what life was really about

you know

the struggle

of day by day

putting up

with all this false bullshit

what the hell was life about anyway

Tommy wondered

Tommy tried it a while

but Tommy wanted so much more

his style was not their style

Tommy could not relate

School .. 

Tommy was a smart kid too

but what the fuck would Algerbra

and Mrs. Garenda’s Science class

do for you

or me Tommy thought

was life all about money

and things ?

Tommy had questions

but who had answers

sure many people thought they did

but when Tommy

surveyed and examined their lives

they didn’t have nothing

discernable going on

nothing Tommy would want

or that was sustainably meaningful to him

so what the fuck do you want Tommy

he would often ask himself

but again

the answers never came

and Tommy remained

disconnected

like so many other Tommys out there

and Marys too

Now what are we going to do

now that Tommy is dead

Headlines :

14 Year Old Youth  Takes Gun to School

Kills 13 and takes own Life

Tommy was a Good Kid

© 5 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

there is not a word

there is not a word

there is not a word

nor a family of such

nor exist a community

and a nation

i say thee nay

perhaps it is embodied

in a world

a galaxy

a universe

perhaps even creation lacks

when it comes to describing

the essence of your beauty

a thing

that only the Heart

of God should know

for we mortal men

and angels

can not see it

nor speak of it

‘tis too sweet to thy tastes

we are prostrated

before the throne

where your regality abides

e’en in the shielding

of my eyes

i am blinded

and who i am

melts away

that i may

be but of thee

and

there is not a word

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for this is love

for this is love

my betrothed

i am thou beloved

i have come to this age

but to find thee

thy scent

emanating from the presence

of the divine

of the light

within thy soul

has directed my way

through all the realms

the wilderness

and i am here

i have come for thee

for you it is

that makes me whole

my soul

has suffered long enough

thy presence is my healing balm

take me to thy breast

that i may once again

suckle thy nectar

that which the Gods

envy me for

feed me

nourish me

that again

we may dance

upon the Nebulas

of all the Heavens

celebrating the language

the love

known only

by the Progenitor of Soul

of life

come my dear

expose your all to me

come naked before me

that i may taste

thy heart again

that which only

fading memories

reflect

come to me

come my love

embrace my eternities

in that of thine own

for this is love

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once again

once again

there is a Storm a brewing

in the Heavens of all men

the Rains

The Winds

The Tears shall come

that they may purge

all Souls of past Karmic Debts

we will be forgiven

living will take on

a new meaning

and the Children of all Federations

from all Lineages

of Light

will adorn theirs wings

Hope will be the guest of honor

she will come

and pay homage to your dreams

for it is thus

that has been her Salvation

all these years of her bondage

to the nether ether regions

where black Holes

sucked men’s minds

of their magic

of  manifest God

yes, the Storm comes

the Planets align

that they too may not be shaken

from the Celestial embrace

prepare ye, prepare ye

let go of thy feeble intent for goodness

and receive the dictums of perfection

lie in the furrows

of the Garden of your memories

eat of your own fruit of goodness

transform

that which has stained the notes of time

into  the divine music

and sing the song

once again

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Beautiful you

Beautiful you

my dearest beloved

beautiful you

flower of life

blossom

and let me inspire

and be filled

of thy fragrance

let my aspirations

skip with my longings

in our communal ecstasy

for you are here

spread thy wings

enjoin them to that of my own

let our hearts embrace

as we look upon the face

of eternity once more

whisper sweet memories

of times when we danced

joyously smiling

unfettered brows

for there was naught but light

and sweetness about us

flower my love

open your petals

let me suckle

at thy breasts of time . . .

forever and now . . .

embrace my dreams

as that of thine own

in the now

of eternity

as one breath

one thought

one heartbeat

beautiful you

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a reflection of you.

a reflection of you.

i want to write but words of beauty

i want the Hand of God

to etch my sketches

and expressions of love

on Heaven’s Streets of Gold

and let all the children

of the universe

be versed

in the ways

of my souls’ movements

through the stillness

held in the exquisite places

and upon the faces of Angels

let my lyrics

evoke a quiet

visited upon

the rivulets and waves

of the waters of spirits

can you hear it

let them pour forth

for the hearts of all men

that they may drink me in

and i will purge

all urges

that lead men’s path

beyond the Garden’s Gate

and let all clerics

preach

and teach of naught

but of the colorful dance

of the thoughts

and melodies i espouse

in this house

built by Sources only

sustaining harmonic visions

that embrace all of eternity

upon it’s nurturing breast

let the words i write

“BE”

of beauty

let the words i write

“BE”

of love

let the words i write

“BE”

of a reflection of you.

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