A Hollow Vessel

 

A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, do not choose ye to be

For God’s gathering place is a most Holy place

Know ye not that your body is a Holy vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home of the Spirit of God

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If your Soul lacks God, your hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell

(Philosophy/Poem) The Beginning Of Sorrows

 

 

THE BEGINNING OF SORROWS

 

For those who seek God in all they choose to do

Fear not when you are brought before the judges

When you are beaten and jailed, do not fear them

Speak exactly what God’s Spirit gives you to speak

These words shall be a testimony against them

Your words will give Spiritual freedom to you

 

 

Brother shall for sport, kill their own brothers

Fathers filled with rage shall kill their own children

You Child, be wise, seek The Lord God in all that you do

Fear not even though you will be hated above all Earth’s people

The Lord fulfilled The Law, His rest He takes He takes from them

Do not live like a fool, await His return through love and faith

Stand fast, live your life with your heart and Soul ruled by God

 

 

Before the final Tribulation, horrors we shall all see, do not fear them

Upon the Temple Mount, the Devil has planted His Throne and feet

Upon Earth’s skies, no light shall be seen as Satan’s Evil Reign Begins

The Lord will shorten days upon the Earth, no Saints would be found

God’s Holy City, Jerusalem, not one stone shall remain upon another

These Child are the beginning of the Human Race’s greatest sorrows

Question your own mind child, are these Beginnings what you now see

(Humor/Poem) Where’s The Rope

Where’s the Rope

 

A good piece of string

Will hold most anything

When you’re still on my knees

Crawling on the floor and peeing

 

 

When you get a little older and a good bit bolder

Grade school, where now you spend your time

Now you learn that Half a hand full of dimes

Will buy you some very strong quality twine

 

 

Now that I’m a teen I allow no one to tell me anything

My parents let me play with whatever I please any time

I’m now bigger, stronger, bolder, smarter and mean

I can tame a bucking Stallion or a Bull with one hand

 

 

Yank that bit as tight as I please no one challenges me

Rope tightly in my left hand, hell yea, I’m the man

Next goal I will be the Champion Rider of the Brahmas

Talent like mine, you know I gotta spread my fame

 

 

Top of my game, gotta go for the Buckle and the green

With my butt in a saddle and a rope tight in my hand

Hell yea, don’t ya know I’m the man of the Rodeo Circuit

All the Cowgirls Love me cause on their chain I can jerk it

 

 

Now on this stool I stand not as a King but as a man

Behind my back a rope now ties up both my hands

One end my neck is looped the other around a rafter

No matter how big a star you my think that you are

You still gotta play by the Bookies rules of the game

Or they will hang you and your hat from the rafters

The Years

Well, if it was 50 years ago from right now, President Kennedy would be getting murdered in about seven hours. I am 57 years old now so obviously 50 years ago today I was seven and I was in second grade in Woodlawn Virginia. I guess that most of us who are old enough remember that day. I was just a little hillbilly kid from the country who was barely passing second grade and was in a household with a very abusive alcoholic dad so my world was very small. When President Kennedy was murdered and the news reached into my life, I didn’t even know what a President was. I know that my Mom was really sad and she explained a few things to me and we did turn on the TV and watch the evening news. So, 50 years ago this evening was the first event that made me look outside of my little entrapment, the first time I had ever even thought of there being anyplace besides the little world I was in.

This anniversary got me to thinking about time, and life, and events within it. My growing up years (10-18) were in Belvidere Illinois, at that time the town had a newspaper called the Belvidere Daily Republican. One of the little sections I liked to read was where they did a section on past events there in Belvidere, it had events from 10, 25, and 50 years ago. I have liked History subjects most of my life so I enjoyed learning things that had happened where I was living in the past. We moved to Cherry Valley Illinois from South Dakota in November of 1966, we only stayed there for three months until we found a better renting situation five miles away in Belvidere. So, we moved there in February of 67 and Belvidere had a F-4 tornado on April 21st of 67. I remember thinking if I would be alive to read those articles about the tornado come fifty years later. Turns out though it is now three years and five months from that anniversary and I have found out that the news paper no longer exists. So, so much for that idea, I guess that I never thought about out living the towns only news paper. But, most assuredly I have a huge amount of mistakes and miss assumptions through out this past fifty years, but as I said, this anniversary got me to thinking about Years, times and events in my life and how quickly they float by us.

I have to admit that for quite a few years now I have wandered if I would live to see this day just as I have wandered if I will still be breathing on April 21st of 2017. About today, I have wandered how the nation would mark this day, the news media and the people of our country. I guess maybe it will mean little to the younger generations as this event at  best was just something they read about in Junior High history classes. But for the people of my age on up I would guess that most of us remember a hurt and a gloom from those days, this event was something that really hurt most people it seemed.

On November 13th of 1973 I quit High School and started working in a factory full time. I had been working several part time and temporary jobs since the summer I turned fourteen when I was de-tasseling corn twelve hours a day seven days a week for $1.35 per hour. But when I started reminiscing of events time tables with my wife a few evenings ago I was a bit shocked about things I already knew but just hadn’t brought them to conscience thought. November 13 of 1973 was just nine days shy of the tenth anniversary of President Kennedy’s murder. That shocked me because of how those ten years had flown by and so much had happened in that short amount of time. My wife asked me the other night how many houses I had lived in by the time I was ten, I had never thought about it before, but the number was twelve in four states, Virginia, Delaware, South Dakota, and Illinois. Realizing all the things that had happened in those short ten years from the murder to that first factory job is a bit startling when I started thinking about it. All the moves, three different states, a lot of different schools and always with my hateful violent Dad looking for any excuse to beat on you. Those are probably why I hadn’t thought about this time span (1963-1973) before. In my mind it seemed like it would have had to  be maybe 15-20 years.

These years that have gone by all of us hold many memories, great and good times as well as horrible decisions, times we have royally been screwed over and the heart ache of losses. I know that it does surprise me that I am still breathing upon this anniversary. I find that future years mean little to me anymore maybe because all my heart doctors have said I should have been dead at least ten years ago. One of the things I have learned is that lightning can royally mess up a persons physical abilities in life, I don’t recommend it for folks, not even some of the real butt heads I have been blessed with knowing in my life. In these years the Lord has given me I have made so many mistakes, I am on my third marriage, the first two were really lousy, I guess that’s why I call the other two x’s.

In my old broken down years I have settled down to one living area,(East Tennessee) almost fourteen years now and on Christmas day I will have been married to a wonder wife for fourteen years. I have four grown up kids, two blood, and seven grand kids, so in many ways the Lord and the years have blessed me. Now, I want you to think, think about your life, the years that have slipped on by you, what are some of your memories of these passing years? Are you old enough to remember fifty years ago today? Where were you, what were you doing? How do you think the murder of President Kennedy has effected you, (after many years of studying this subject matter) I totally believe that President Kennedy and Senator Robert Kennedy were murdered by the NSA, that has been my opinion now for many years. How do you think President Kennedy’s murder has effected the country? How do you think our country would be now if none of the three murders, John and Bobby Kennedy and Doctor Martin Luther King JR, ever happened? This would be a good clearing of the mind in a paper, or short story, or, just for your own deep thoughts.

So, these years, 50 now, what do these years mean to you? Are they just an old movie case in your minds closets? Are they a time that is filled with peace in your life? Or, are they something you have swept out of your memory bank because of hurts you don’t want to ever recall, I hope that this one is not saddled upon any of you. If you get the time drop the Word Press community some of your thought about THE YEARS.

Thank You,

Ted Savage

(Humor/Poem) Water In The Swamp

Water in the Swamp

Water in the swamp

Mister, can you see at night

When you see the water move

Does a chill run up your spine

In the swamp the water is alive

Makes the strongest of men

Cry for their granny of their momma

Bubba chill out, boy can’t you see

Just a cotton mouth chewing on your knee

Beneath the swamps water so black on top

So clear two feet underneath, now you can see

Yes sir, 12 foot gator, now your eye to eye

Now the water in the swamp so dark

Yes Sir Studley, this is where you die

(Humor/Poem) Wagons West

Wagons West

 

Wagon west from Virginia’s foothills

Six kids in the family

Four wheels of wood and steel

Two mules a straining at the whip

Bluegrass Appalachian foothills

Ohio river first then the mighty Mississippi

Cherokee arrows, thankful Lord, they all missed

Camping under the arch, evening sun pointing west

Wagon master hollering, everyone get in line

If the weather holds, and no injuns attack

We should all be at our new home soon

Spearfish Dakota, in about three week’s time

Mr. Custer says is no need to worry about Sioux

Says their running scared of the bugle and the blue

The train, we got six injuns riding point

You can see the hate of us in their eyes

Mr. Custer, on your words

Thirty families risk their lives

We had not yet cleared Nebraska

News came, yellow hair and the 7th

Would ride these plains no more

One more week we made the Black Hills

Land of gold, coal, and lumber

O yes and several thousand Sioux on every side

Now my family and I are all six feet under

In this cold ground we had hoped one day to plow

(History/Poem) Tangled And Twisted: The Belvidere Illinois F-4 Tornado

Tangled And Twisted

 

April 21st, 1967 a day that I remember well

In my mind, this day will always in infamy live

This day an F-4 tornado tore into our hometown

Killing and hurting so many the day darkness kissed

 

 

About four on Friday afternoon it showed its wrath

Down the business twenty corridor this killer swept

Hitting the Chrysler Assembly Plant about change of shift

Pacemaker grocery store and Highland Hospital it hit

 

 

Houses in the neighborhoods swept clean to cement

To the high school with children filled buses it went

Buses thrown like bowling pens, its wrath did vent

Many a white crosses are for so many of the children

Now lay in rest with white stones at their heads

The living hearts broken from the day of the twist

 

 

It’s not just cars and houses that are missed

It’s survivors lives such storms tangle and twist

Empty desks within the classrooms never filled

Forever a reminder of friends that we still miss

An F-4 tornado our lives it did tangle and twist

Oreo The Cat

Oreo The Cat

 

 

Just the name brings a smile to my face

Though chocolate and cream filling

Cookies, dipped in the  milk so cold

Yet, none of these tasty treats are of what I speak

Oreo is the name of my all time favorite fat cat

A plump, double stuffed kitty

Coal black on both sides

With a big white belly to pet

Offend her, she’ll snub you

Sit facing away, then she might reward you

With a look over her shoulder

Gracing you with her glance

18 pounds of belly, white tippy toes

And the prettiest green eyes

I have ever seen on a cat

Grace given, allowed to have her for a pet

Now cookies are great

Eat enough you might find

You got a belly like Oreo’s

A dragging behind

A cat for a pet can be a lot of fun

An angel like Oreo

Allowing you to live under her roof

Now, open one more can of tuna

You know it’s her favorite

So just open it up and get out of her way

When it comes to her belly this sweetheart don’t play

(Philosophy/Poem) Multiple Selves

Multiple Selves

 

How many people are we how many lies have we lived

How many people have we been in the eyes of others

Question asked, not speaking of Spiritual reincarnation

Do we question ourselves who it is we have become

 

 

Do we ever question the paths we have chosen to walk

Do we question ourselves on places we shall soon tread

Go look, search the eyes we see in our vanity mirror

Who is this person looking back, what have we become

 

 

Just who in the hell are we, do we expect our lying eyes to say

In this one life, with enough years we all live touch many lives

In the stages of our years who is this shape shifter we all become

Babies, belching, burping and farting, as we leave the cocoon

Toddlers to teens through Sainthood and on to all our adult sins

 

 

All different stages of conscience, memories yet to be lived

Some of our pain we ingest, most we lay upon others feet

These eyes in our mirror, good, bad, and sickening they see

These lights to our Soul, who today do they say that we be

This soul looking straight at us created all of our yesterdays

Our yesterdays and our today’s, who is it that tomorrow we’ll be

(Philosophy/Poem) Passions And Spirits

 

Passions And Spirits

 

What are our passions with which our life we have filled

Deep within the depths of our mind where do our lusts live

What resides there, what really means the most to each of us

Are our heart chambers filled with dark secrets and lies

Secrets that we can never share nor let see the light

 

 

Are our passions dark like the blood of a single black rose

Are we ashamed of our self for these secrets we do hide

Or, are our passions of envy of the riches we cannot have

Children, a life without passion is a life you haven’t lived

The inner dwellings of our heart is the living room of our Soul

 

 

Friends who or what have we let set in our heart’s Captain’s chair

What has their hand on the throttle and the keys of our heart

Are our passions of the flesh like politicians who sell their birthright

On whose shoulder do we choose to lean as we walk through this life

How many footprints will we see in the sand as we look back at life’s end

 

 

If we wish to turn our focus away from the toys of this life

If we wish to be a Prophet a Holy Man or one of God’s Saints

We must follow the quieter path led by of the Spirit of Light

This path is always determined by how we choose to life our life

Child understand the passion of God’s Spirit is not of this world

 

 

The Judgement Seat of Christ awaits us all at the end of our life

Believers or not, we will all stand there trembling before The Christ

All of our passions whether good or evil will manifest before all eyes

To all the Hosts of Heaven and Hell there will be no place to hide

We have no passion, or secret, or deed that won’t be put into the light

We all will answer for our passions as we look in the eyes Jesus Christ