my travels

my travels

i looked across the horizon

to the west

where the Sun was setting

i was moving Eastward

AWAY

could it have been

that this day

i was there ?

the fairness of the glow

did so within me

with the pink & orange hues

the grays, whites and blues too

a peace within me

held to a piece

of this grand expression

of the day

and my travels

© 7 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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touch me . . .deeply

touch me . . .deeply

the delicate fingers of my beloved

gently caress my “Easy”

as does an Angel tickles the Holy Harp

and i become alive with music

and my heart strings begin to resonate

with love

of all things

all existence

a symbiotic vibration

i kiss the sweet lips and

i suckle the breast of my Father

that i may know

of the gentleness

of His nurturing Love

let thy work be spoken

and may it’s edges be sharp

that it may cleave me

penetrate me

and that of my hardened heart

let the blood that spills forth

from this holiest of wounds

become written words

that fear not time, nor run away

from the consciousness of man

that we all may understand

and come to know thy Glory

touch me . . .deeply

© 7 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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yes . . .

yes . . .

yes i was intoxicated

by my delusions

and the sweet taste

of it’s temporal euphoria

like the child

who suckles upon the fair flowers

of Spring Honeysuckle,

i wanted more

so i was driven to pluck

the lovely scented blossoms

from the vine of source

for my own pleasures

i was inebriated

by my own reason,

yet i found no reconciliation

that lasted,

save the memory

and now i smile

with a abysmal reverence

for those sacred days

whose ways

offered to this child

such a cherished respite

which i still cling to

as i search

for that Flower of my Childhood

© 8 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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i want to read something gentle

i want to read something gentle

my pain my angst

i know too well

the world, it’s sorrows

have much to tell

i search for joys

that i may quell

the call within

whose grace has fell

the words we give

from tongue, from pen

strikes a chord

in hearts of men

may smiles return

from deep within

thy sacred garden

before first sin

we dance we sing

to soon forget

the toils of life

we children let

may we believe

let us not fret

we’ve just begun

we’re not done yet

the age approaches

new times to come

the Water Bearer

beats the drum

let he who hears

stand aplomb

the eye now opens

we see our sum

family, friends

do gather round

lay thy difference

thy weapons down

to higher creeds

yea, we are bound

let love adorn

and don our crown

my soul doth thirst

for waters sweet

the path i walk

becomes replete

with hand in hand

our souls accrete

the throne is bared

please take thy seat

with love with joy

i kiss  your face

a bliss does come

i longed to taste

not a moment

we dare to waste

our hearts divine

in one embrace

let words be spare

and light be spoke

the music plays

for we awoke

the sleep is o’er

the bough now broke

the best of life

we now evoke

i want to read something gentle

© 5 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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but today . . . until now

but today  . . . until now

the day has gone

and here i am

upon my knees praying

giving reverent thanks

for my life

and all that is my life

i didn’t think about you today

until now

this somewhat saddens me

in some strange way

you see,

i have suffered your loss

your passing

your death

for a while now

i remember how much it hurt

when you first crossed over

died

and i vied

i prayed

i cried

i laid

down in my bed of sorrows

cursing my day

and my tomorrow

for i did not want to spend it

without you

i didn’t think about you today

until now

yes, as time went on

i prayed fervently

avidly

rabidly at times

that the lyrical way i lived

the rhymes that you gave to my life

would either miraculously return

or be gone . . . forever

i didn’t think about you today

until now

yes i have to admit

that over the past few years

i have thought of you less

and less

i thought it was a test

i thought it was me

getting stronger you see

but . . .

i didn’t think about you today

until now

i sit here in examination

of this profound

revelation

and my sadness returns

and the tears

they burn their way

from within my memories

my thoughts

bringing forth a stinging saltiness

of a guilt i do not understand

my God help me

i am only but a man

this suit of my emotions

this non balanced equation

that seems to be the summation

of my life

does not fit me well

i didn’t think about you today

until now

and now here i am

still by my self

along with my prayers

and still yet

my fears realized

for i remember fearing

being without you

and lo . . .  did that too

not become true

i didn’t think about you today

until now

and now i wonder

could i have healed you

made you

live forever

in a way i can touch

my love

i miss you soooo much

but

i didn’t think about you today

until now

so i wrote this poem

to commemorate

what some may say

is my insensitivity

my proclivity

a propensity

to not be in pain

for too many days

the tears poisoned my thoughts

my joys

and drove me insane

and now, yes now

they have just about dried up

my cup of overbearing sorrow

is now empty

i did not notice

any waning of my love for you

it is just different

but today . . .

i didn’t think about you today

until now

© 2 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.

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awaiting me

awaiting me

i have emptied all my pockets

looked in all the secret places

i turn every stone i see

i cleave the wood

looking for that sacred key

to that which is locked up

inside of me

the angst

and disparity

bemuses me

and i smile

but for a little while

i tarry here at the bend of the road

with my temperance

for my self

while i await you

oh wayfarer

to show me the way

to me

where belies my sanctity

i ask

is the task of “knowing thyself”

that daunting

that you would keep it in the cupboard

locked away

that we the children may

not come to know

where you have hidden the sweets

oh soul of all souls

smite me if you must

and let me be

reborn

apart from the scorn

of our ways

may our days be days

where the true light

is everlasting

i stubbornly sit here fasting

at the bend of the road

awaiting you

awaiting me

© 2 October 2012 : William s. peters, sr.

the dowry given

the dowry given

is it a curse

that we can not see

our own light

or is it vanity

that makes us think

that we have one at all

but i do hear the call

as i am falling

into this deep abyss

which is void of reason

that man would understand

what was the plan

where is the blueprint

for this building structure

i have blindly labored to erect

only to watch

the foundation crumble

the rubble lies at my feet

waiting for a redefining

to be redeployed

as a matter

of a factual actual fractural

significance

but logic has been loosed

and every one wears

it’s multi-colored coats

we . . . are working diligently

blindly

to establish a digestible rote

for the generations to come

we do need to quantify

the sum of what we are becoming

don’t we

and the futile lessons of old

are still tapping on the door lightly

vying for our attention

and our allegiance

that they may gather the reins

once again

that are slipping from their grasp

we the horses on the farm

are now unshod

for the same nails

that shoed us

were used in crosses

those of a persecutory crucifixion

creating martyrs

that we may learn to pray at the alter

made by man’s hands

those we were told were anointed

i rebuke the doctrine

that makes me feel dirty

for i have been washing

the cloaking clothes

you gave me

yet they still feel soiled

stained with the dried blood

my eyes have let

for the tears have long ago

dried

Momma i tried

i tried

forgive me if you can

love me if you will

yet still

i must go my way

and seek this light

you speak of

with love that i have

the dowry given

© 2 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.