needful things

needful things

i stood facing the East

my longings bared

and upon the surface

of my consciousness

seeking an understanding

that would fulfill

there were things

feelings

not only of body,

mind,

but of heart

needful things

we endure the lack

with hopes

that our cries are heard

while the tears of despair

stain our hopeful light

and pricks the bladder

that holds the air

of wantings

and desires

we are the ones . . .

for sure we are,

yet we cling

we let loose

we cling

we let loose

in our cyclic understanding

of our abilities

wedged betwixt the teachings

of our faith

needful things

yes,

matters not whether it is perception

nor illusion

the impact is the same

and when the Sun rises to greet me

i only wish to hear the utterance

of a name

i can call on

that requires not my patience

or the holding of etheric wishes

to greet me

where life’s authenticity resides

i am not hiding

yet there are shadows seeking

to engulf me

and what little light i see

about me

within me

and as a knight

in the night

i draw my sword of discernment

dashing it’s blade

slashing at my own

selective

and elective delusions,

those that i see

in the deceptive

reflective light of the Moon

waxing or waning

needful things

shall i be the Champion

of my own making ?

am i the Wizard

of this Soul Spoken Alchemy

the Masters,

the Mystics

and Sage speak of ?

is love truly the answer ?

and what does Romance have to do with it ?

and do i truly understand

the demands upon my call

for my evolution

beyond the presence

of what i call light ?

i stand in the Halls of the Holy

the moment of “NOW”

OPEN . . . .

willing

and ready

as best i can

knowing

as a man

and as a child

reconciliation

is the compelling nature

of my desirous essence

and suspect presence

so this is the moment

here i am

offering that which i own

the nothingness

the emptiness

that i may be filled

as i spill my request

for

Blessings

while Confessing

and the offering of Prayers

yes, i have

done it all

and still i have these

needful things

© 19 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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the Promise

the promise

the promise

hidden in the fruit

loosed fear

upon the consciousness

the four rivers

could not wash it away

though the light was on

and we saw all we needed

the dark offered more

we toiled the soil

earnestly

but the fruit

did not satisfy

we adopted ritual

in hopes to evoke

an awakening

an understanding

of how to retrace our paths

back

we saw the Fire Bush

that still burns

within the essence

of our yearning

for eternity

and we feel the calling

the golden thread

is not found

in the Temple of Bricks and Mortar

go ye to the Temple of Breath

burn the dross

worry not the cost

of losing one’s self

for in the center of your garden

likes the promise

17 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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and she cried . . .

and she cried . . . .

it could have been determined “terminal”

for her thoughts brought death to her hope

and it slowly poisoning

the last vestiges of her dreams

the sacred ones

she has had with her since childhood

no one who knew her

could quite understand

and neither could she

the insanity

and the feelings

that had her soul reeling

begging for solace

found only in the company

of what is real

there was an energy within

an enemy within

perhaps

who seemed to be in opposition

to her highest good

that which she felt

she was fated for

and she waited for

but somehow

had life taken a turn

in the dark moments

of her pain,

her anguished heart,

and altered her positivity

by drawing it through

that miniscule aperture

we see our self through

and

the reverse reflection of self

found only

in that tainted looking glass

of Anti-Soul

that “Zero” hole

of Blackness

was this a truth she was facing

was it ultimate

or was it

just a phase

crazed in places

where she use to be amazed

with spaces

of joy and wonder

was she on

some undisclosed path

that required this

reverse epiphany

that moved her from

Light to that of the Oblique

where the abyss

is swallowed by the void

deployed by some energy

but to consume who we are

she was weak

she tired of the fight

yet still

she was seeking answers

before the last breath

of her Dreams died

and she cried . . . .

© 13 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

her and i . . .

her and i

i held her hand

she held my heart

in her most sacred place

i kissed her lips

she kissed my dreams

and i gave her my eternity

i embraced her

she embraced me

in a place

from which i will never return

for i am hers

and she is mine

and we are one

one dream

one vision

one longing

fulfilled

in the eyes

the soul

of each other

i held her hand

she held my heart

in her most sacred place

i kissed her lips

she kissed my dreams

and i gave her my eternity

i embraced her

she embraced me

in a place

from which i will never return

for i am hers

and she is mine

and we are one

©  13 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

the language of love . . .

the language of love

i called her “A Love Poet”

but she called it “the Language of Love”

and it spoke to me

stroked me in that place

that bore the face of blissful thoughts

within the realm of my imaginings

exposing my secrets

to the world

and i imagined

all sorts of things

and it is now beginning

to come to the penning

onto the pad

that lies before me

in her lines

she captured my mind

and my passions

in her descriptive expressions

so here i am

at confession

for

Father i have sinned

my thoughts

began that dance

upon my loins

awakening my blood

elevating it’s temperature

beyond boiling

and i was toiling

with the possibilities

of how

just how was i going to handle this

this onset of need

and my quest for the bliss

she evoked

in her syllabic presentation

it was more than infatuation

at this stage of the game

game

it is not a game any more

for she has somehow

opened that door

and the Devil in me was loose

dreaming of engagement

all this from some Poetry

POETRY ?

yes Poetry

which is why

i called her a Love Poet

for i love what she does to me

but

she called it simply

“the language of love”

© 12 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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askewed . . .

askewed

i sit

and i watch

my consciousness climbing

the slippery slopes

of awareness

should i care less

or more

i seek that ever elusive prize

embodied in silence

a place void of noise

and voices

and the absence of demand

for choices

this day

in this solace i seek

i have peeked

and saw peace

and the ambiance

of that which pleases

all restless souls

like me

i smile at the company i keep

i smile with them as well

as we laugh at our selves

and our insipidness

for we have again

taken the litmus test

and never arrived

at any conclusion

satisfactory to the teacher

whosoever that may be

and the myriad of preachers

found around

and about

are abound

with knowledge

of their own making

as they are partaking

of the strange fruit

that even the Serpent won’t eat

forsaking all semblance

of sense

even for this dense vibration

and the considerations

one embraces

in what we call a normal life,

whatever that may be,

have lost it’s supposed sanctity,

for just about every thing

is reverent these days to someone

some where

and cares are exacted

in new places,

protracted

that one’s existence

may have value,

but who is judging

and to what end,

does it really change the end

people defending the illusion

with their contusive banter

speaking of what they see

in their private epiphany

while wielding unlit lanterns

in the abysmal halls

of their own “mind-stuff”

filled with a “present absence”

while lapsing betwixt realities

of foreclosed revelatory processes

and unfired synapses

and impotent neurons

and i can identify

for most times i too

have lost some agility

in calculating

my own journey to actualization

and for most times

i spend my spent energy

taking notes

and just watching . . .

just watching

my consciousness climbing

the slippery slopes

of awareness

askewed

© 12 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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The Calm . . .

The Calm

This Morning i looked to the Mountains and became a part of their eternal serenity. The Cloud and mist clung to their peaks. I got the ominous feeling that this was a glimpse of the Calm before the Storm. Change approaches. I believe there will be some sort of Cataclysmic Conclusion to the Evolution of Age we now inhabit. Whether by Natural Disaster, Prompted Disasters or by some Mindless Indifferent Button Pusher who has an agenda that does not serve the whole of Humanity, it appears that we are on our way.

In recent times, we have seen the fulfilling of the Prophecies of the Ancients, Whether it is Abrahamic, Hopi or Science, does not matter much. We are also witnessing a quickening of our sense of time. Many Souls these days feel compelled to seek Understanding, Attunement and Light. This all is not by coincidence. Time’s previous values are being altered daily . . .within and without . . . along with the values of all the things we once held so dearly. We are now in an age where such things we took for granted like Food and Shelter, are now dire considerations and concerns  for many of us. Who thought 50 years ago we would see a world where Water was such a common Shelf Product in our Supermarkets and Gas Stations? I am not here to offer any type of condemning tone, but one of Hope.

Within us, there is a Seed of something greater. I like most of us am seeking to activate that Seed that it may Blossom into perhaps my greater self . . .  that Star Seed. As i said before, many of us feel this same itch or calling within to seek our potential as far as our Humanity is concerned. As we are now in the midst of this change that is evolving towards the “New Age” it is very integral for us to live in Truth and leave the baggage certain interests would have us hold on to. The most important thing we have is our ability to embrace each other in “One” congruous movement. This is spawned only by one thing . . .  survival and our “Love” for Life. We must reach out and embrace our Brothers and Sister and allow the False Barriers constructed in the illusion to go . . . yes, let them go. In the end, there is no significant difference between Black and White, Brown, Yellow or Red. Nor does this difference have any redeeming value betwixt Male and Female, Rich and Poor, Afghan or English, Libyan or American nor whatever your Political Persuasion may be. They are all a part of the illusory landscape of things that allow certain Powers to “Divide and Conquer”. In the end and in truth, it is we who have the ultimate Power, and that is simply our Capacity to Love . . . our Compassion for Life.

Remember . . .  we all breath the same Air, are warmed by the same Sun . . .and inhabit the same Planet.

In the coming Days, Months or times, again i beseech us all to Focus and Resonate on What and Who we are, for when it get’s right down to it, there will come the time when we will need each other’s love regardless previous demographics . . .  if we are to survive.

Blessings

bill

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