we have come to reconcile

we have come to reconcile

we have come to reconcile

to make that which is crooked

straight

we bring light

that shadows may live no more

for we are the Children of Source

we speak words

of power

words

of love

words

that live

eternally

in all souls

it is my breath

upon which butterflies dance

it is my vision

that raised mountains before thee

that you may discover your strength

to climb

to endure

to achieve

that you may come to know

the joy of celebrating

self

as found in me

in thee

in the ”i”

that sees all things

as they are

thine

we have come

to bring you that joy

that comes with self truth

that you are powerful

beyond all that is seen

for like that of all wonder

what is unseen

and yet to be declared

can not be

so we have come to reconcile

(c) 6 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

to what end

to what end

to what end do we live my friend

if we explore not this containment ?

we refrain from approach

of the unknown

though we have sown

the seeds for the coming of it’s fruits

and the mighty shadow warriors

of Fear

and their Legions of Doubt

circles your little wagons

and we cower

each day

each minute

every waking hour

as if our Dreams may be realized

where there is no light

i too crave sleep

for my own reason attacks it’s self

day after day

and the sense it seeks

is perhaps a self . .

a “Self” contained one

at least that is what they say

this journey seems vaguely familiar

très familier

for i have seen these Sign Posts before

and that elusive door

to the light of understanding

i believe

i am he

unfortunately

selfishly

i am He

just for me

Saints and Preachers and Teachers

and all sorts of Creatures

are being featured

in their own Movies

yet they wish to

greet you

seat you

saying

they can complete you

if you watch their show

theirs presentations

of their interpretations

of the «IS» ness of life

well am not i . . «I» an «IS»

too ?

Was not i too encoded ?

downloaded with the same compellations

as you ?

happiness

fulfillment

clarity

surety

and love

ok .. ok. .

i will stay for a while

and check out your style

if that certifies

or dignifies

this false sense

of worthiness you

vie for

are willing to die for

death may not be all that bad

though sad for all the ones

who have not travelled

in their «Now» ness

those who allow this mess

of Empiracy to rule the nest

and in all this circumspective thought

when we get home

and empty our baggage

we will see

explicitly

that we bougth so much junk

that we did not need

so to the closet we go

again

put the junk in the trunk

my friend

and label it Karma

that is our Dharma

and wash the hands and fingers

of resonant memory

and get back in line

and let’s do it all over

again

and again

and again

until that time of illusion

when

we realize

that we are

have always been

right where we are

HERE !

to what end ?

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

for i can not wait until tomorrow

for i can not wait until tomorrow

marching with deliberation

across the landscapes of humanity

the giants of men

cared not where they trod

the sod and soil of mankind

filled with tears

of anguish

the blood

of our children

shed

with no consciousness

of consequence

as to where they placed their feet

the cry came from the legions

of families

communities

nations

the peoples

the steeples

where bells once hung

and rung

to call forth

man’s greater spiritual resonance

have tumbled

and become silent

the utter defilement

of all that was once held sacred

has been cast aside

as worthless

and errant

and of no validity

in the cities

and the country sides

we think we must hide

find a corner

like little Jack Horner

and eat some pie

again

friends became estranged

families dysfunctional

for the challenges

to discourse

no longer made sense

and in defense

of this time upon us

i say good

we should be threatened

then perhaps we will garner

our swords and shield

and cease to yield

to the throes

of this world as it may be

and i know we all see

that change

to this visual complexity

we have allowed

must come

and we all know

that our sum

is greater

than what we have been told

but have we sold out ?

hoping the lies

would soothe us

smooth us

prove us

thus liberating us

from our demons

who ejaculate

their semen

upon the faces of our children

and again and again

i ask

which is the task

we, Man must undertake

to cease the marching

upon the landscapes

the trampling of our gardens

of dreams

and hopes

and visions

for a better NOW

i ask now

for i can not wait until tomorrow

(c) 5 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

if i the Poet

if i the Poet

i the Poet

declare my words

to be null and void

Please do not become annoyed

with what i am about to say

this day

if i the Poet

speak not words of Life

to alleviate your strife

then i must ask

why do i undertake this task

if my words

offer you no solace

from the day to day embrace

of your anguish

and the language

of indifference

i ask

have my words

made a difference

there are Poems

that dislace our lives

from that place

of the shuck and jives

and the cruel pokes

in the sides

of our suffering

there are poems

that provide a buffering

to this pain

of this inane plane

we call reality

there are poems

that offer contextual surrealities

where we may escape

all good

for i am trying

to get away my self

most times

from my self

and all the drama

i allow

accept

create

and dream of

there are poems of love

and the smiles

of little children

i think they are all beautiful

for that Poet

has been dutiful

with their pen

again and again

there are poems of light

that enlighten us

to believe

there is something grand

and there are poems

that help us understand

the complexities

of our humanity

and the line of insanity

that threatens us all

there are poems of joy

and entertainment

that allows us out

of our containment

of the doldrum

ho hum

of our boredoms

i celebrate all the poets

and their attempt

to breathe life

into the words

they exact

and as a matter of fact

even if you are not a poet

i celebrate you

in all you do

in living

and giving

and as i was saying

if my words are dead

they are just words

from my head

and they sink like lead

for they have not fed

anything meaningful

so let me say this

for my own edification

my own education

to my own elation

and supplications

if i the Poet

breath not life

into my words

to enhance you

then i the Poet

declare my words

to be dead

(c) 4 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

her name is Ruth

her name is Ruth

there have been many a Ruth

upon this journey

Women

who gave of them selves

to the higher order

of service

in love

how blessed we are

to have crossed paths

with those who know

of the Divine

for it lives within

their hearts

no question

nor complaint

just the dedicated

self sacrificial

giving

to the living

that which is held

in the heart of God

and i nod my head

this day

in these words of examination

acknowledgement

and reverence

for their presence

and that is my present

they have presented me

and i give it back

without question

my Mother was named Ruth

my Sister is named Ruth

my Wife was named Ruth

my Daughters are all named Ruth

you my Friend . . .

i name you Ruth

for this day

i see your glow

and i wish you to know

that we all do

know your truth

love

so i say this to you

to all

i call you Ruth

in honor of you

of She . . .

her name is Ruth

(c) 4 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

i shall live forever . . . a gift from the inner child

i shall live forever

a gift from the inner child

i remember

when i was a kid

i used to innocently

knowingly

proudly boast

“i am going to live forever”

i ask my self

when did i stop believing that ?

the world has taught me death

and i am thankful

for now i understand

Death is man’s metaphor

for birth

what the Christ said

stays in my head

“i lay down my life

that i may pick it up again

for i have the power to do so”

so i do so

while glowing

in the knowing

that “IS”-ness

is eternal

as is this “NOW”

and some how

some way

i must let go of my focus

on the potential sorrow

of the morrow

and the ways

of past days

and open this singular eye

and cease to deny

that death is an ultimate end

which the finite illusions

of the world

defends

let us speak life

with a rife

of conciliations

with unmovable

affiliations

in consciousness

to truth

that we are eternal beings

regardless

of what we are seeing

and this is my contribution

i shall live forever

a gift from the inner child

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

Thou Art

Thou Art

My Father comes to me
and He gives me the Gift of Breath
and He says “ Son”
I give you the breath of life
what will you give me in return
i pretend i do not hear Him

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of Sight
and He says “ Son”
I give Vision to you that you may see
what will you give me in return
i pretend i do not see Him

My Father Comes to me
and He touches my hands
and He says “ Son”
this I give this to you that you may feel
what will you give me in return
i pretend i that i can not feel Him

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of taste
and He says “ Son”
I give this to you that you may taste of life’s sweetness
what will you give me in return
i pretend that i am not hungry

My Father Comes to me
and He whispers in my ear
and He says “ Son”
I give to you that you may hear my instruction
what will you give me in return
i pretend that i am deaf

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of Love
and He says “ Son”
this I give to you that you may know embrace
what will you give me in return
i pretend that i am strong

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of Laughter
and He says “ Son”
this I give to you that you may know Joy
what will you give me in return
i pretend i that i am not His child

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of Understanding
and He says “ Son”
this I give to you that you may not be troubled
what will you give me in return
and i pretend that i am wise unto my self

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift Word
and He says “ Son”
this I give to you that you may speak of beauty
what will you give me in return
and i pretend that i am a Poet

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of Truth
and He says “ Son”
this I give to you that you come to “KNOW”
what will you give me in return
and i pretend that i am

My Father Comes to me
and He brings to me the Gift of Presence
and He says “ Son”
this I give to you that you for you are mine
what will you give me in return
and i pretend that the world does not exist
and i say Father
i give you that which i am
my Consciousness
that Thou Art my Father


(c) 1 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.