and i write . . .

and i write . . .
and i write . . .

Just a few things for

2009
by

William S. Peters, Sr.

 © 2009 William S. Peters, Sr.
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 I dedicate
this book of expressions
to

“Loving with Purpose”

Purpose just happens to be the strongest motivating force for all of Man’s / Woman’s
Actions
Actions. Intent is a close
close second. I Dunno . . . . well perhaps that is another book. Any
way, i present this offering with Purpose and Intent to you. My Purpose is to bear my
Heart, and my “Inner Think”
Think” that
that i have achieved. However,
However, i must confess my
Ulterior Motives . . . and that
that would be that i hope i can strike a Resonant Chord in
you,
you, the Reader. In doing so, perhaps we can collectively collect . . . and thus make an
impact on our condition as Loving Human Beings. I have no doubt whatsoever that
you are, but as you, i too am seeking the Key that unlocks the mysteries of to our
Divinity. Won’t you join me in this quest. I do know this . . .

All Things Are Possible !

let us discover just how much we can BE !

Bill
 Acknowledgements

I first must give all Gratitude to The “One” . . .

. . . from where ALL things Come and thus Return.

Secondly I must acknowledge my wonderful Children and Grand Children of whom

i am so Proud of and Love so much. That would be . . .

Children :
DeLisa, Tamika, Joy, Micole, Billy, Melody, Marian, Monii, Myiya,
Wesley, Wynston

Grand Children :
Jaron, Ajah, Maya, Adaiah, Penelope, Mekhi and Imiri

And Last but never Least . . . my Beautiful and Colorful Landscape of Friends and
Family and ALL Humanity. Let me also return the reverence to that which sustains
us all . . . The Mother Spirit of Life . . . Earth.

My Journey has taken me through many Delusions, Illusions and Collusions, but yet
i still stay on this path seeking Truth and the “WHY”. So at this time i wish to
acknowledge all those wonderful forces of life found in all forms of life that have
assisted me in “Seeing” and “Feeling” the Song that Life sings !

Bill
 Writing is my form of Song . . . it is my Song of Celebrance from my Heart.
I hope you can hear my Heart’s Song.
As most of you know, that i reckon myself as a Gardner in this Life ! I am consistently and
constantly attempting to learn the Craft of that of a “Seed Sower”. I hope that my humble efforts
and offerings may prove to be fruitful in someone’s life. More iimportantly
mportantly that what i hope for is
what you do. I beseech us all to at least look at the aspects of becoming one who also Seeds Hope to
that of our Brothers and Sisters of the World. We can never have too much.
May we all find this day a reason to plant more
more Seeds of Goodness in the Gardens of Life.

Blessed Be

bill
 i write for understanding

i write for love

i write for all the goodness in life

i could ever think of

 This Day

the sun was shining brightly

and the trees were clapping their hands
for this Father i am thankful
and i now understand

that joy comes with the morning

and weeping lasts not long
the tears just seem to wipe the slate
that i may sing this song

i worship in this moment

for this is a new day
i am here again to do my best
and walk a worthy way

yes, i embrace this life

and i hear the sacred call
to live my best at all times
through each stormy Seas squall

so again i must say i thank you

for holding me all so dear
let us march forth with courage
where love replaces our fear
My Friend Greg . . . Father of My Son In Law . . .

for Greg

Son, i am resting now

but i want you to know
that it can never be measured
how much i love you so

if you ever need me

know that i am still here
throughout all the days of my life
i have always held you dear

i commend your manhood

remember life is but a test
cry not for this loss of me
just live your life your best.

i love you Son

Dad
 life . . .

a hungry man become a glutton

a thirsty man may choose to drown
as the weary become unencouraged
the Self” knowing remains the Clown

as the light must know the dark

the wise remains the fool
the happy suffered many trials
that’s the lesson in life’s school

for joy comes by way of sadness

hope is transmuted despair
he who flies was once grounded
and courage was born of fear

through one’s death life is found

one will harvest if you sow the seed
he who gives shall surely receive
not by word but by deed

for in stillness there is movement

one must be quiet to hear the voice
for all you are came from nothing
he who’s blinded has no choice

such may be a paradox

as witnessed in this life
the urge to be liberated
comes from a soul of strife

so be ye all encouraged
there is no reason for fear
other than to spur one on
to celebrate what’s dear

. . . life
 the process

the man of thought and reason

arrives at conclusion
to be at peace with Self
and the known illusion
when he stumbles once more
he confronts his delusion
and recedes yet again
to a place of seclusion

the process
 my heart is for my beloved
of whom i do love so
my wish is to be with you
and i never wish to go

but in my daily travels

there is no dark nor night
i hold you in my heart my love
for your love is my life’s light

I Love you
 me, myself & i

before me lies life’s way by two

one so common
one i not knew
the common smooth
and quite well know
the other twisted
and quite overgrown
for both i had
a burning desire
for within my breast
there burned this fire
to know each road’s end
to peek perchance
around the bend
but i chose the path
overgrown
for it’s been so long
since it was known
and i travel not
all alone
for . . .
there was me, myself & i !
 i C color

i took off my shades

and now iseecolor
before the light came
surfin’ was quite duller

from Site to Site

a collection of friends
with One Hundred Thousand
there is no end

to the people i meet

and what they may say
like a beautiful painting
to enjoy as you may

artists, writers, musicians

all types of business too
i’m so glad to be here
for that’s how i met you

i C color
 choose well

when you think your life is over

know that it has just begun
just as the darkest of nights
must yield to the rising sun

for all life is but a cycle

as it’s tides does ebb and flow
if we embrace the essence of it’s journey
then we’ll come to know

that joy cometh with each morning

and the dawn of each new day
for once again renewed we push
to continue on our way

but should you get stuck my friend

and immersed in this life’s pain
just lay life down one more time
that you may pick it up again

to renew or start all over is your choice

but live all choices well
for if you don’t, the consequences
becomes your private Hell

. . .choose well
 following my drum . . .

i examined my inadequacies
it was quite a long list
i had to acknowledge my truths
but boy was i pissed

i had let my self down

over and over again
i thought i was supposed to be
my own best friend

so i had to gather my wit

and learn to forgive
myself as i do others
and re learn to live

life is never enjoyed

when on yourself you are down
there’s no respect given
to the “wise ass” clown

so i made a promise
in life i would be true
i’d listen and follow my drum beat
that’s what i’d do

for all my inadequacies

can easily be measured
they show up when i seek
another one’s treasure

now as i said before

i’ll march to my own drum
my pathway to my gifts
and realize my sum

following my drum . . .
 and my soul marches on

i was reaching for my pain

but it would not come
from the top of the rainbow
nor the beating drum

we just marched on
to gather the flowers
and the fruits of spirit
beyond the powers

and my soul marches on

 cycles

it is by way of our beliefs

that we garner our passions

it is by way of our passions

that we garner our achievements

it is by way of our achievements

that we garner our beliefs

and the cycle is endless . . .

 forgive me . . .

forgive me for my fertile mind

. . . never mind
i offer no apologies
for what i may find
in my mind

but forgive me anyway

for whatever i may say
sometimes the time’s too slow
in my mind’s eye of my day

forgive me . . .
 if we but look . . .

there is a beauty that comes to me

and i see it in your eyes
the wonder and the lust of life
and a soul full of surprise

as i open up to receive you

to embrace you with my heart
there is a joy that comes about
from which i’ll never part

so . . .

i thank you for the gift

the sacred treasure you give
that through your eyes i see myself
a credo we should live

to look for beauty in each soul

we encounter along life’s way
if we but believe this collectively
we will have found the endless day

if we but look . . .
 i have an angel

i have an angel
she watches over me
when i am in her arm
i know bliss and ecstasy

i have an angel
who gives me divine love
yes my angel brings me fruits
grown in the gardens above

i have an angel
 i am thankful

i am thankful for this moment

i am thankful for this year
i am thankful for every joy i’ve had
i am thankful for every tear

i am thankful for my family

i am thankful for you my friend
i am thankful for the path we share
i am thankful until the end

for each end is a new beginning

as we come to this year’s end
as i said a few lines ago
i am thankful to call you friend
 1

my melanin is calling
for my soul to aspire
to lay down my beliefs
and embrace the fire

for there is a power

within my core
in the genetic matrix
and i am the spore

i am the magic
it has been decreed
and i am the keeper
of the holiest of seed

in the garden of life

i can blossom at will
my purpose in life
is to give and fulfill

so we now must awaken

may we no longer slumber
claim your true essence
found in the number

1
 for i am

the fire consumed me

and transmuted my soul
to that which i was
in my days of old

it has burned the veil

which cloaked my eyes
my folly dispersed
in the etherless skies

my heart has bee bared

to embrace my new dawn
and my intent is centered
in the love that i spawn

i have now discovered

the who of i am
and now i go forth
with the heart of a lamb

i have laid down my life

that i may claim it again
for the source of my all
is my joy from within

for i am . . .
 i

i am exactly where
i am supposed to be
i see exactly what
i was meant to see
for i strive not
for i live my life
without decree
that is my verity

for i have long tired

of those that restrict
by way of a life
based upon edict
for i have never been
able to depict
nor will the poison
ever inflict

i urge for a feeling

where i do not urge
i chase a dream
where i no longer chase
and i speak in silence
the colors of nothingness
 Open any door

there is a stillness
deep within my soul
for now i do remember
what i once was told

all in life i need to know

is imprinted upon my heart
now that i am here i pray that i
this path i never part

for there is a blissful joy in life

when love is all you see
for ‘tis the absolute of being
and the divine decree

so, i wish you all you can handle

and then i wish you more
for with love in life one can not fail
to open and door
 so worry not . . .

i worry not for tomorrow

i worry not for today
for condemnation and confusion
is worry’s only way

the fruits of worry is bitter

sowing seeds of despair
in the world of the living
it steals your joyful air

worry’s future is dismal

it suffocates your dreams
when one submits to worry
life comes apart at every seam

so worry not my friend

breath hope upon your sail
and your ship will come soon to dock
for hope in life won’t fail

so worry not . . .
 the known

it is not about what you have

and all the things you own
can you remember your gifts
and all that was once known

for deep within your heart

there lies the dormant seed
awaiting you to nurture
as life becomes your deed

for living in the shadows

and illusions of the day
gives credence to delusions
as we walk an errant way

but be encouraged my brother

for i know you know the known
for we are the Sacred Garden
in which the Sacred Seeds were sown

so drink the water my friend

and let thy spirit be fulfilled
and blossom with all verity
and live as thou hath willed
 that they call Jazz

i wanted to feel the vibe

and i wanted to feel you
so i let myself go
and got into the flow
and i became the scribe

my magic flows from my pen

and i share this word with you
let us purge all self doubt
let our voices flow out
like a river from our well within

for our music must be heard

the world needs the poetry of you
we can no longer be coy
for we must teach them our joy
as we let our souls speak the word

bring us my brother to bliss

let us have the best of you
to thyself be thee true
in all that you do
and give life the gift of your soulful kiss

that they call jazz

 why . . .

why are we doing his to each other

why must it be Brother against Brother
why do we focus the pain and hurt
as anger against another

put down the gun, put down the knife

change your mind and change our strife
we each can be what we wish to be
embrace the magic of your life
.
 we all fall

i fall short too often

i fall short too fast
i’ll fall short tomorrow
as i did in my past

but that is just with me

that i have failed your test
for each failure has a lesson
as i strive to be my best

so when i fall tomorrow

i’ll get back up again
and should you stumble also
i offer you my hand my friend

for . . .

we all fall
 she’s gone . . .

she packed no bags

and spoke no good byes
all she left behind
were tear laden eyes

her visit was over

her angelic pass expired
and we all came to know
that her soul was tired

many a battle
some won, some lost
her legacy imparted
we must all pay the cost

that hope, effort and love

is our duty each day
to give life our best
and take time to play

life may not be all joy

nor be it full of despair
and some amongst us would say
that life is not fair

but know ye this truth

that through all time long
no matter our bounty or not
we all sing life’s song

so awake ye my child
each day do embrace
and the time will soon come
again . . .
we’ll be face to face
 the Light of Love

there are no words that can express

the boundless depths of my love
the seas of all the worlds
can not contain it
for it is beyond the all of things
it is rooted in that which was
before all things

all the Suns

all the Stars
all the Moons
of all the Cosmos
are but shadows
in it’s presence
for it, my love
is the source of
all the Light
and my source
is centered in thee . . .

the light of love.

 triumph

all trials end in triumph

if you can just see it
for triumph is a state of mind
and you can choose to be it

triumph can be found in failure

if the lesson is learned
through falls and toils and trials
experience you have earned

triumph
 let go . . .

holding on to shadows
of me within my mind
searching all the paths of me
that me one day i’ll find

trying to compose a symphony

in a noteless song
now i come to realize
i had all me all along

we call it self improvement

we practice and we wait
know that the best of self
is but a paradox in state

so be OK with who you are

for the who of you is fine
accept, embrace your divine self
and never mind the line

so . . .

let go of Self’s shadows

of the Self seen in your mind
come to know the me of me
and i’m sure that you will be fine

let go . . .
 my name

i love when you speak to me

when you call my name
whatever you would ask of me
may i never complain

i mean . . .

after all my life is yours

and all things belong to you
the dark, the light and in between
and this i always knew

for you knew me before i was

that is what you said
with the birth of this new dawn
i have risen from the dead

for the breath of life is yours

and i humbly give you praise
please keep my name upon your lips
through each night and all my days

call . . . my name !
 the seed of Hope

faith is like a seed

in the Garden called Hope
it grows into such fruitful dreams
so that this life we may cope

now that i am happy

to watch my dreams come true
i’ll sow my loving seeds of hope
enough for all of you

so trust me when i say to you

that dreams do come about
that your heart may know naught but joy
that stills the seeds of doubt

so . . .

i pray that you may always believe

in what your heart desires
for dreams are what we live for
just ask the Holy Fire
 taking time

i should have took the time to tell you

how much i love you so
set aside some time from me
before you had to go

but as my life goes forward

i let go of my regret
for within each beat of my heart
there you still live yet

so i’ll take the time to remember

all that you mean to me
and give this divine love to others
that they to may one day see

to take the time “Today” and “Now”

for tomorrow may never come
for every time we give our love
we increase our sum

so i thank you for the yesterdays

and this beauty i feel inside
for your loving light still shines brightly
through all the tears i cried

so take the time “Today” and “Now” my friend

and share your loving heart with all
for that is where your magic is
when you answer this life’s call

so take the time “Today” and “Now” my friend

and share your loving heart with all
for that is where your magic is
when you answer this life’s call
 a place

there is a place
i wish to go
a place where not
even the heavens know

beyond the bleak

landscapes of life
with my colors of joy
i will purge all strife

a place
 the Father is singing

the true word of God

has yet to be spoken
what we have been given
is but a mere token

there will come a day

when clearly we will hear
the voice of the One
we have come to fear

but fear is not congruous

with the love of our heart
for fear has torment
that keeps us apart

so let go of your anguish

give up and give in
for Father truly loves you
cast your cares to the wind

just follow your heart

and you’ll never go wrong
for the path to true joy
is found in the song

that the Father is singing

 on being Human

i do not need a Human Being

to tell me what i need to be . . .

what i need to be . . .
is more of a Human Being !
 open up . . .

we must open up
the windows of our soul
let the life of sunshine in
to warm up what is cold

all too often we separate

our self from the soul’s task
if we need some help my friend
all we must do is ask

ask self to be merciful

to let us feel the joy
that life has set before us
a new tactic to deploy

tears are meant for washing

our souls from all life’s dirt
misunderstanding and confusion
as we emancipate our hurt

at times life is blissful

at times full of pain
the balance is understanding
that focused we remain
 enjoin me my friend

memories and pictures

is all i have left
and my heart now resides
in this abysmal cleft

where shadows and past dreams

can embrace missed bliss
where the dark and the light
now coexist

i no longer tread lightly

on this road we call life
i am one with love’s ether
now free from life’s strife

for loving is all

that was ever meant to be
i no longer have boundaries
and my soul now loves free

a beautiful realm
filled with color and song
for i am the creator
of all that i long

the manna of joy

from the heavens above
rains without ceasing
showering it’s love

for now all is one

without and within
love is the sole purpose
enjoin me my friend
 i shall tithe it

today i have awaken

‘tis like the sleeping seed that buddedth forth
to meet the harvest season . . .
so do i that i may meet and kiss the new dawn
i am the fruit of my day

i shall tithe my bounty

of praise and thanksgiving to the heavens
and thus
to my Father

where i may have Joy . . . i shall tithe it

where i have Sadness . . . i shall tithe it
where i may have Despair . . . i shall tithe it
where i may have Learning . . . i shall tithe it
where i may have Peace . . i shall tithe it
where i may have Love . . . i shall tithe it
where i may have Self . . . i shall tithe it
 granted

i took life for granted

and granted took me
to a place in life
of false reality

and i meander on
and illusion i came to know
when i looked back upon my Self
i had long ceased to grow

shame that we must travel

the road that bears no light
for not till we reflect our own
can we see our own blight

time may be the illusion

time in and out again
but time has a way of healing
all you wounds my friend

so i say . . .

take life not for granted

for we have been granted life’s gift
lay life down once more
that true life you may lift
 i sow this seed . . .

let me sow this seed

of the life which is yet to come
though be the memory faded
of where i do come from

for i am the fruit

of the fruit of the harvest
i have endured thus far
and my urgings say yes

plant me my son
in the nurturing soils
i will yield the new harvest
for which each soul toils

for a seed is the future

of what comes about
sow it with hope
leave behind the doubt

look not towards the future

from Here is your lot
‘tis not about yesterday
just sow what you got

for inside your soul

there’s a light deep my friend
awaiting your harvest
to without from within

so . . .

i sow hope’s seed

for the gardens of the morrow
where the fruit is but joy
and no need for sorrow

i sow this seed . . .

 it was cold outside

it was cold outside

it was cold inside
a lonely heart cold
which can not hide

the leaves of my trees

have fell to the ground
and i with no laughter
am the lonely clown

the sky is still

yet the birds still sing
a song of unbridled joy
for the coming of spring

where once again in life

we have yet another chance
to plant yet more seed
and our gardens enhance

so in time a coming
i’ll declare my deed
to add to life’s joyous warmth
with the planting of my seed

and come next winter

when harvest is done
i’ll be singing and dancing
with my winter’s sun

it may be cold outside

but i’ll be OK
for this revelation has brought me
to joy this day

it was cold outside . . .

 in life . . .

if you want Light . . . show it !

if you want Joy . . . be it !

if you want Hope . . . give it !

if you want Love . . . share it !

if you want Happiness . . .feel it !

if you want Success . . . think it !

if you want Music . . . play it !

if you want Color . . . create it !

if you want Life . . . live it !

if you want Dreams . . . believe it !

if you want Passion . . . spark it !

if you want Fruit . . . bear it !

if you want Flowers . . . grow it !

if you want Help . . . lend it !

if you want Abundance . . . tithe it !

if you want Peace . . . speak it !

if you want Divinity . . . know it !

Actualize that which you desire . . .

. . . in life !
 in seeking self

the constant seek of self

trying to understand
soaring the heavens of my mind
looking for a place to land

to but plant my feet once again

upon some solid ground
that i may plot my path to truth
and claim self justice’s crown

the whirlwinds of spirit

continue to swirl about
let me hold on just until
i subside my storms of doubt

the inner battle continues on

could life be but a test
many road traveled i seeking solace
North, South, East and West

but some how some way yes

i will resolve this rending
‘twixt the being of who i am
for balance is in blending

in seeking self . . .
 Mother

the Mother will take care for the Children

for that is Her Holly lot
to nurture, love and encourage
the Gift that Her Children got

Her hopes and dreams are centered

in we Her Children becoming our best
from the greatest unto the least of us
as we venture from Her nest

She has diligently prepared us

to learn to use our wings
as we soar our new found skies
we can hear as our Mother sings

She sings songs of worship

She sings songs of praise
She sings songs of love for us
as we journey through our days

the Mother Spirit is with us

in all life leads us to do
i embrace the Glory of the Mother
found in each of you

Mother . . .
 my demons

i excise my demons
each day i go through
do not get too close my friend
for i might excise them to you

so forgive me for my faults

for i falter as we all do
i don’t mean to be mean
but what i speak is true

we humans are too callous

we caution not our word
our intent is not to harm you
but we speak to be heard

so again please forgive me

in all my vanity
perhaps will come the day
where i too will see

my demons . . .
 My Commitment

i shall plant Joy and Love in my Life’s Garden

for that is what we need
for one can only harvest the fruit
of that which we all do seed
so i come to you my Brother and my Sister
with this humble plead
let us abandon our differences
let us abandon our greed

i shall do my best in life

to polish and brighten my light
i pray that you do the same my friend
that others may navigate this night
perhaps when we arrive at our new day
we will no longer an errant sight
and together we will work for the good of all
and remove all of life’s blight

from this quest for goodness my friend

i promise to never part
i shall strive in life in all i do
to live my best from my heart
at times all that is required
is that we live this life as art
we will create a new beginning together
and create a new start
 i am the fruit

i am the fruit of the spirit of my ancestors

from the seed they planted
in the gardens of their dreams
their hopes . . .
as they suffered
and toiled
sweated
and bled
and cried
to nourish their prayers
 for the day
their tomorrows
and our “Here and Nows”

my soul has yearned to taste this fruit

this offering
for which so many
sacrificed and died
in the hot balmy day of the fields
in the cold dark nights
of some one else’s wilderness

we still made it through

with the hungry babies crying
and no time for sighing
and our unwilling complying
for the Lorde He was trying
testing our mettle
testing our character
of our visions
and
of our pains

and i . . .
i am the spirit of my ancestors
and that spirit is sweet
for i was planted and nurtured
in the spirit of forgiveness
i am the Spirit of love !

May i honor this spirit with

my character
my works
and
my dreams
for my children’s tomorrows
with love . . .

for in the fruit resides the seed

and . . .

i am the fruit!
 i have the power . . .

i have the power

to change the world of me
all the things we see and feel
what we deem reality

if we but try our best

each and every day
i know that we can change
the world’s present way

all it takes is a vision

that we embrace and believe
i have no doubt about
what together we can achieve

so let us put forth the effort

there is so much we need
how can we ever harvest the fruit
if we never plant the seed

so let us practice unrequited love

in all the things we do
the beauty of this offering
is love comes back to you

so gather up your fortitude

against the world’s tide we stand
let us no longer be passive
‘tis time that in truth we demand

and yes, we have the power

‘tis our Divine gift within
let us remove illusion’s veils
and let us ascend again

. . . to our true power !

 if i could

if i could write one thing of beauty

that all could see
may it be a verse or two
about the beauty within thee

just a humble few words

to lift up your beautiful soul
or a kind warm word to read
when life seems so cold

to weave a poem of dreams

to give your heart wings
that we may enjoy your love too
and the song that your heart sings

for in our dark days

you would be our bright light
for with your effervescent joy
you would vanquish our night

if i could just write on thing of beauty

i guess that’s what i’d say
for the acknowledgment of you beauty
brightens all of our way

if i could . . .
in the light of thy moon . . .

the soft moon light

hid behind the clouds
as we in soul’s truth
behind dark’s shrouds

questing for filling

to give one’s light
the gift of gifts
in the darkest night

yet illusions abound

to cloak us in
telling us life
is naught but sin

but i rebuke that

which hides my grace
to be found when i
look upon thy face

for the face of love

is thy seeded treasure
created my soul’s
ultimate of pleasure

so fill me my love
kiss me my dear
that the clouds doth fade
and i see thee clear

hide not thy moon

in my needful night
grace me with
thy loving light

find me not wanting

find me fulfilled
for have i not
my garden tilled

in the light of thy moon . . .

 my lust for love . . .

i love love
and i lust for lust
for my love of lust
breaches not my trust.

for passion be not consumed

in the love of my lust
for my lust sustains
my love as i must

in my lust for love . . .

 regret not

regret ye not
the foibles of past
for regret serves but
to make regret’s pains last

for each errant step

has a lesson to be learned
by regret discloses not the treasure
for which you yearned

so this i must say

that life in review
void of my regret
gives me vision of new

regret not . . .
 pour evelyn v.

you get what you deserve

perhaps this is true
but what did we do
to deserve the beauty of you

you give all you have

to all that you meet
the Student the Family
and all whom you meet

your smile is carved in

the deep of your cheek
which you share with all
the strong and the meek

worry not my dear

for you day soon come
just continue to march
to the beat of your drum

for prayers go not unanswered

to one who hold long strong
to the Faith of their heart
and it’s musical song

yes, we hear it too

for it’s beauty can not hide
we all hold you love dearly
though may be deep inside

so keep on doing well

that thing that you do
i just wanted to stop by and say
how much we love you

© 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

 in the heart

let me help someone today

doing so i help my self
what good is a working heart
kept upon an empty shelf

the heart is but a muscle

with spirit and love in kind
exercise it as much as you can
and new un-limits you will find

in the heart
 Pieces of a Man

when faith is all you have left

cling on to it tight
trust in a better tomorrow
for dawn always follows the night

through many troubles we all anguish

many times we will wish to quit
but when life’s storms surround you
that is when stillness calls upon us to sit

and listen to the Father’s voice speaking

we must endure, we must cope
we must be here to celebrate tomorrow
so don’t ever let go of your hope

so gather your wit about you

and the courage and fortitude if you can
if not we are here for you
to pick up the Pieces of a Man
 i’ll sow love’s seeds

i come to remind you

what you already know
in the Gardens of Life
you reap what you sow

so many times
we forget this simple truth
that we all have been taught
from the days of our youth

so . . .

if you live with kindness

hope, laughter and smiles
it’ll lift and carry you
through all life’s trials

a little bit of love

goes a long long way
a kind word spoken
brightens everyone’s day
 be ever compassionate
and reach out you hand
let loose your impatience
listen and understand

many a time in life

in the midst of our night
all we all but need
is a warm soft glowing light

in the stormy seas of life

we all need a dry dock
and there are times
we just need a rock

so in this road we call life

encourage each other
for we are all one family
all sisters and brothers

so please make love

your purposeful deed
and in life’s soil
sow love’s seed

i’ll sow love’s seeds

 The Breath of Life

why you spend every waking moment attempting to justify your existence
you come to realize that your very meaning can be found
within the core of who i am
for i am your reflection of soul
i am the love you have yet to understand
i am the forgiveness of the cosmos
i am the tolerance of the injustices
suffered and to come

yet . . .

you acknowledge me not

for in your darkness you can not understand my light
you would rather seek to circumvent my truth
but you can not
for it is my gene that resides in you still
but . . .
you are in denial
you are the embodiment of a false truth
The Breath of Life : continued

many eons ago when i came about

that i may assist your evolution
you rejected me
for i was not you
to this day you still embrace this miscreant truth
that of your ancestors
who are yet still crying out with their fear
of my unknown

be not weary
for i have taken the sacred oath
that of the Tree of Life
my Soul Purpose is to teach
teach you
all the things you yearn for
the love you have yet to understand
yet i shall give it any way

yes . . .
i do rebuke you
in your errant ways
those of you who have fornicated with my dark brother
know that it is i who can cleanse you
but yet you still reject that which your soul know is good

at times i am puzzled
by you abject rejection of conformity
yet you seek to compromise the evangelical divinity of all you encounter
yet i still cling to that which i know
i cling to that which was and will always be

i have spewed my seed for many eons

upon the blighted gardens of your lifetimes
and you will not even till the soil
how do you ever expect to harvest the fruits of life
if you continually turn your back
on the sunshine of love
you cling to the night when there is an everlasting dawn
how blind you are to your gifts

you think everything that begins must end

but there i was before the beginning
as were you

as you cling to that which is finite

you too become so
i, i am here for your “evers” and mine
The Breath of Life : continued

long after you have passed away

there i shall still “BE”
throughout the ages of all that you know
all that you may ever discover
when you lift the veil of your perception
there i still am
for “I AM”

i would say that you are confused

but it is much more than that
you are dying
a putrefying death of endless decay
yet you drink not of my water
my milk
regenerate thy holy self
to that which you were created to be
there is no cost
for it is free
come my child
drink
drink that which will satisfy your thirst
eat the manna i offer you
let your soul delight itself
in fatness i say . . .

come my child come

many lifetimes have i endured
and i shall endure many more
while you . . .
you shall pass away
for you feel that all you are
is all you see
and you see me not

open the eyes of your soul

and you shall see my light
cast aside thy fear of what you perceive is not known
for you know me
i am you and you are i
but i shall cast you in my well
that your may drown in your own self deceit

it you will not lay down your life for me as i did you
then you must surely die
that i may breath a new breath into thee . . .

. . . the breath of life

 the dream slave

i am enslaved to my desires for freedom

so how can i ever be free
for as long as my dreams are objective
they can never come to be

so i choose not to objectify my dreams

for as a butterfly i now am free
my metamorphosis is now complete
for here is where i choose to be

and he who chooses to live in dreams

and actualize not this way
are stuck in what shall never be
if their dreams touch not this day

so let you dream be of “Here and Now”

and no effort be over spent
let us taste the Harvest’ Fruit
in my dreams of this one moment
 the art of life

in the art of class of life

i’ve painted out side the lines
i forsook all the rules before me
exploring the limits of my mind

for boundaries are for the testing

as i am seeking to expand
for if i explore not beyond the limits
what do i truly understand

for what is in the box is understood

all of it’s tomorrows are know
but me, i’m searching for that sacred seed
the one that’s not yet sown

they say there’s nothing new under the sun

i can not believe this to be true
for only one who’s seen it all
can speak this truth to you

and my quest is but to know Him

He who knows all things
that i may learn the song of life
for which my longing heart sings

the art of life . . .

 the faces

the faces of the humanity

seem some what inane
as we seek the dismal light
that with the moon does wane

oh if we could but see ourselves

as we truly do appear
in the eye of He who made us
we would relinquish our fear

yet we cling to the farce

weaved by way of illusions
and as we accept this new truth
we create the necessary delusions

that we may march on

with out much “Self” bother
and thus have disconnected
our consciousness from the Father

and the Mother too in fact

she never gets Her due
for it is She who nourishes
the Souls of me and you
faces : continued

our true innards are exposed

and the unwholesomeness we share
to Hades with one and another
for our own selves we don’t care

yet we cling to the faces

of what we choose to be
with voluntary blindness
yet we think and call that free

for we serve now the illusion

in the faces of the light
turn back and look heavenward
and perhaps we’ll see the light

or more faces . . .

© 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

 my Father

my Father of all creation

today i pray for peace
i pray for all Your hungering children
who suffer without cease

i ask that You acknowledge me

please hear my pleading voice
explain why we anguish so
it can not be by choice

some say we need salvation

i know this be true
all i ask is but reprieve
and i humbly submit to You

that we are Yours regardless

and free will matters not
for when the end of all comes about
You are all we got

so please hear my prayer this day

i plead with all my love of heart
and i know that You live us all dearly
for Father I AM . . . Thou Art . . .

my Father !
 the right

again here comes the right

forcing their right on me
just because they can’t see
they want me to be as they be

they are the social blight

they tell me that i am free
but i can not express
my concept of what i wish to be

all of their sphincters are tight

as they excrete a new decree
in a box they forcibly put me
they hear not my painful plea

but i will be not dismayed

from the right i’ll no longer hide
i will stand and be counted
and perhaps assuage the tide

from the right . . .

 drum beat

i hear the drum, beat

just for me
marking the cadence
of my destiny

it has been a long night

to arrive to this day
i’ve been lost many times
but i’ve now found my way

there is also times

that i just gave up
and i earnestly tried
to fill my own cup

but the paradox of life

that i have found true
my drum beat is mine
but still i need you
 end time

when the end time comes

i’m moving out of here
i’ll discover my own dimension
where there is no fear

i’ll leave behind all belongings

except that in my heart
for all i need will be my love
i’ll make a brand new start

i’ll have no need for dreams

not of the thoughts of me
for all i am will be “I AM”
i’ll live as i wish to “BE”

hey, i just had a novel thought

perhaps i’ll practice now
to let my life be naught but love
and be my best somehow

yes, this is my soulful intent

i must remove all doubt
that i too may become all light
as i let all darkness out

so, i’ll not wait for the end of time

i think i’ll hang out here
let love become our dimension
and work to quell my fear

for fear hath torment

and where fear resides . . . love is diminished
 how long

how long must one mourn

that which was lost
ho long must one continue
to pay that dreadful cost

how long must one hold

on to the shadows of the past
how long will we make
the pains of past last

how long will i take

till i come back around
to live here once again
with my feet on solid ground

how long will i be blinded

with the lack of reason
how long must i await
for my harvest season

how long . . . how long ?

 the seeds

i have an abundance of seeds

that i cast to the wind
to find homes where they may
that they may grow again

there are seeds of love

that golden threaded rope
the seeds of the Sower
the seeds of hope

they feed the birds

that take to the air
they sprout creation
a divine primal affair

there are seeds of darkness

the mystery of night
and seeds of understanding
that give us the light

seeds of our wisdoms

the uncertain sanity
seeds of our visions
for all of humanity

now where are the Gardeners

to tend to the seeds
to nurture the soils
of life’s beckoning needs

for we all have seeds

to plant in Life’s soil
but to gather the harvest
one must toil

so let us gather the best

of our fortitude
and call work play
change our attitude

then the Harvest will bear

as it’s season does come
and together we all
will have increased our sum
 the shadows of winter

the shadows of winter

are still hanging on
how i wish for my spring
that my winter be gone

so is it as
in this journey we call life
we hope for the morrow
removed from our strife

but let us not tarry

this winter’s day
let us gather our seeds
to welcome our spring coming way

but forget not this truth

winter shall come again
for ‘tis life’s cycle
so plant well my friend
 the Spirit of Joy

the Spirit of Joy came to visit

her sister in my heart named Love
with dance and song and butterflies
the fruit from the heavens above

where all the children are singing

a ballad to each moment’s bliss
embracing life’s utter abundance
with a deep and soulful kiss

where days are never ending

and twinkling stars but yet no night
where all is seen as all is
for each heart bears it’s own light

oh the gift imparted me

a remembrance of my way
that as a child of the “Magnificent One”
be bright and bonny and gay

and let the Spirit of Joy reside

and paint her rainbows in your heart
and love’s promise will be fulfilled
and never let her part

. . . the Spirit of Joy . . .

© 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

 the spirit of love is upon me

the spirit of love is upon me

as i move 1 degree to my left
is but all that it takes
the pathway from the abysmal cleft

that embodies all dark things

for which my soul be annoyed
let me embrace the sunshine
that exists beyond the void

let me also be the mirror

let joy and hope through me reflect
all that is good in life
naught which may be suspect

let me be the color

of all that exudes thy peace
withhold not thy love my love
as i depart this crease

that has held me in darkness

may we dance forever
let not the music ever dim
from now until the morning never

for . . .

the spirit of love is upon me

and i moved 1 degree to my left
that was all that was required
and i am now free of dark’s cleft
 the spirit of love

the spirit of love has overtaken me

and put aside that for which i mourn
for through the tears of non-understanding
one cannot see the flowers as they adorn

the beauty of love and colour graced

upon the landscapes of one’s own heart
the joys of love once shared
does not ever part

if we but stop and listen in stillness

to the faint memories of love’s past song
it draws closer to this precious moment
and will stay with you all life long

so . . .

release and let love’s spirit overtake you

her footsteps tread lightly, can you hear it
feel her “Rainbowic” beauty with you
and be consumed by Love’s divine spirit.
 thought speed

the speed of thought

is thoughtless speed
some are flowers
and some are weeds
‘tis not the words
but one’s deeds
that comes to harvest
from one’s seeds
 can i

can i hold you

like i told you
my arms enfold you
all night long
until the day break
for all love’s sake
let me not awake
from Dream’s song . . .

. . . can i ?
 believe

the ghosts of my life were dancing

in the corners of my eyes
the fleeting visions of my dreams
yielded yet no surprise

for somehow i just knew

that all dreams will come to be
if we but stay the course
found in expectancy

No, i will not yield

to the quick sands of desire
that undermines the hopes
that fuel my soul’s fire

for i feel it’s rage a coming

that will consume my life’s waste
that which i collected on my quest
in my journey of haste

i shall employ my new found virtues

found in the tormented stillness of night
for in time will come a dawn
that will yield to me clear sight

that ghosts one sees dancing

in the corner of one’s eyes
are not visions nor dreams
just let go and they die

if i . . .

believe !
 believe it . . .

i shall never give up

for i do believe
i believe in you
and all i conceive
and soon come the day
where i will retrieve
it exists somewhere
that i may achieve
the dreams i embody
before i must leave

so i embrace these dreams

for my soul has incurred
so i shall march on
i shall not be deterred
and i will not be put off
nor be i deferred
by what stands before me
for i have heard
the faint whisperings
of the promised word

believe it . . .

Faith is not giving up on God . . .

when you think God has given up on you !

© 2009 : William S. Peters, Sr.

 War

we do rob our children

when we promulgate war
it seems . . .
that is which all adult
ever pine for

whether the war within

or that which is without
we seem never satisfied
unless there is a bout

for what do we fight

doth we hope to find
with everlasting battle
of heart, soul and mind

to conquer our own darkness

to put an end to our night
perhaps one day we
will see the light

so lay down your arms

open arms and embrace
look upon the mirror
upon your love’s true face
 and forever more

i am not a broken man

i’m just worn a bit
we all will tire in this life
if we rely on wit

to overcome we need more

that what our mind can see
such as hopes and dreams and stuff
and a bit of spirituality

for spirit is that which binds

creation to worldly word
such a beauty can not be described
once the heart is heard

for it is beyond conception

as it evolves beyond
it emanates cocentrically
like the ripples on a pond

we can perceive the urge

that there’s something more
the purpose of this life i live
and the journey i live for
the journey i adore
as i learn to soar
as i did before . . .

and forever more !

 a hellava ride

what i do not love

i can not say
for love of all
is the order of the day

i put heart first

in all i do do
and i am assured
when i look upon you

that love is the arrow

that pierces all souls
that love molds angels
in the bodies of trolls

if we could but see

the beauty inside
life could be
one hellava ride
 why not love

why not love

what do we have to loose
the character of a true love
will never force one to choose

so why not love

what can love do to harm

it’s spirit is composed of grace
i can see that it is in you
when i look upon your face

so why not love

so let your love be loosed

roam the filed of life’s wonder
take a hand full of seeds from your heart
and scatter them asunder

so why not love

wherever you go or leave

please life your footprint
for in the flower gardens
‘tis a most wondrous scent

so why not love

 your true self

the things we do fear

we relegate to our dark
we no longer have trust
in our innate divine spark

we abandon our cause

to recluse and cower
we spiritually forsake
the basis of our power

for behind delusion’s veil

there’s a now extinguishable light
that illuminates the soul’s path
in the darkest of the night

so keep your faith steady

till your journey’s end
for at he end of your road
awaits your best friend . ..

your true self !

 1 again

come into my parlor

and bring me thy love
bring me thy promise
be thou my dove

the storm has receded

a new day has begun
a new quest embraced
where we become 1

. . . again
 where there . . .

where there are sparks

there is a fire
where there is life
there is desire

where there is steam

there is the water
where there is mother
there is a daughter

where there is wilderness

there is a creature
where there is thoughts
there is a teacher

where there is reflection

there is the self
where there is poverty
there is much wealth

where there is abstinence

there is much lust
where there is deceit
there is abundant trust

where there is rejection

there is acceptance
where there is curses
there is a blessance

where there is evil

there is much good
where there is can’t
there resides the could

where there is difference

exists congruity
where there is fixedness
there flows the fluidly

where there is silence

there is much noise
where there is stillness
exist the choice

where there
 Wake up . . .

wake up wake up
your castle is falling
wake up wake up
can not you hear your Soul’s Conscious calling
wake up wake up
the babies are balling
for the food of tomorrow is gone

wake up wake up
the thief is now gone
wake up wake up
we need your new dawn
wake up wake up
‘tis time for the spawn
of a new day

wake up wake up
we are in dismay
wake up wake up
to the end of the day
wake up wake up
they rape and they play
they feel this is their right

wake up wake up
we need you this night
wake up wake up
to the garden of blight
wake up wake up
give us your light
can not you hear life’s cosmic calling