(Philosophy/Poem) Peace In Death?

PEACE IN DEATH?

 

Celebrations of one’s life, or solitude at the grave of one’s death

When dust lay upon one’s face is it rest that has finally found us

The Politician nor the Lion can harm the Soul of one who is sleeping

Do evil ones lay in their grave rotting, hoping there is no more

Life is like a vapor in that it is here, and then in a blink, it is not

 

We pray unto God that He will grace us with health and with peace

Yet when He answers us, we try to turn our face from His answers

How is it that we do not know the voice of the Lord that is within us

How can one hide from He who has control of our bones and our Soul

Whether we are good or we are pure evil, we all will return to the dust

 

Can we by searching find out the mysteries of God or of this life

age gives wisdom of the flesh, yet from Spiritual knowledge, we hide

Dementia takes away the wisdom and the understanding of the Ancient

We barter with He who creates and destroys Nations, what are we to He

Our Dust is silent yet the Soul sleeps waiting for the Trumpet to hear

 

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Is A Human Really Capable Of Obtaining Wisdom?

IS A HUMAN REALLY CAPABLE OF OBTAINING WISDOM?

 

What is Wisdom that a man will choose to actively chase it

Is not Wisdom but a vapor that is beyond our understanding

It is said that a wise man listens carefully to obtain understanding

Yet who is it that decides what is wise and what is foolishness

One can have a sweet tongue yet also have the Soul of an Asp

 

Did not Hitler and Chairman Mao attract masses with poison pens

Are the masses but simpletons incapable of understanding dark secrets

Does not a political Preacher speak sweet words as he lifts your wallet

The Professor, we assume bathes each night in truth and in knowledge

Yet, does truth drip from his lips or just his version of political correctness

 

Politicians rattle their lies as they wrap themselves in the Flag and the Bible

Doctors and Lawyers, many graduated in the bottom 50% of their own peers

Did we choose to listen to our parents or theirs in the days of our youth

Even when one is not lying it does not mean they know of what they speak

Humans are not Devine yet without Divinity there is no such thing as Wisdom

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) The Lord Gives The Final Judgment: Not Humans

The Lord Gives The Final Judgement Not Humans

 

The Lord tests the heats of all men free of bound

A wise servant shall inherit among the children

He who mocks the poor is a disgrace to his maker

He that covers a sin is loved and has many friends

A wise man receives glory but a fool many stripes

 

He that glorifies the wicked receives Hells fire as a reward

For lying lips receives condemnation from his own Lord

A foolish son is a grief and a misery unto his own father

A fool who shuts his own mouth may be counted as wise

Yet he who speaks many words may be counted as a fool

 

A fool’s mouth spouts many words and are a snare to his Soul

He that speaks before he hears a matter is known as a fool

Wealth makes many friends but the poor knows not his neighbor

A wise man guards his own anger to the glory of his own Soul

He that seeks wisdom and understanding saves his whole house

 

Chasten your child while there is still hope for their Soul

Harken unto wise counsel so you may be wise in your old age

Fear of the Lord brings wisdom so that evil will not visit you

He that cast away their parents shall live their life in shame

For Hell awaits the evil and stripes for the backs of the foolish

 

(Philosophy/Poem) The Destiny Of All Men

The Destiny Of All Men

 

Is there such a thing as a truly just man or a faithful woman
Do not the good deeds like the evil ones return to the dust
Why is the heart of a man so hasty to taste the agony of anger
Are not the bonds to a bitter woman worse than bands of death
Are not the trials of the living poor better than the grave of a King

For all things know that there will be a day where all taste of death
Eat your bread and drink your wine with thankfulness in your heart
The Lord accepts the works of the poor who toil with thankfulness
If the Rich slight the poor in their wages, Hell surely awaits them
For the Rich only eat because of the sweat on the poor mans back

Enjoy the days of your youth while you are still blessed to have them
Wisdom in one’s child is like fine wine upon the pallet of their parents
Fear God, keep His commandments for this is the light for all mankind
Nothing we do is a secret for God’s judgment is upon all of our works
We came from the dust, so don’t be fooled for we shall all return to it

(Philosophy/Poem) Shame

Shame

 

Shame is there really such a thing as shame these days

Shame, do you haunt the door stoop of our innermost thoughts

History, ancient wisdom, flickers of light and dark, the Soul searches

Have we lived the memories that our dreams replay for us at night

 

 

Bloodletting, holding someones last breath in your hands, live or die

What do you say to the relatives of the ones that we killed tonight

Shame you now feel because you chose to take their child’s last breath

To act kindly is to play the role of a fool in the eyes of today’s morality

How much of our soul do we give up to live the life that we chose to live

 

 

Have we acted with dignity in the days that the Lord G-d has given us

Think of having to wear the guilt and the shame of a deserter’s last name

Or, of having your Dad be the town drunk and your Mom the County Whore

Shame, do we sicken ourself via the depression we have caused our children

 

 

Is Shame an inbred part of the fiber which makes up our bone, skin, and Soul

Are there things that we have done that we will carry the darkness to our grave

Just like pity, ignorance, love, anger, and hate is shame a balance for the Soul

The ability to feel shame should be part of every human’s life, but, is it really

(Philosophy/Poem) Daddy’s Little Princess

Daddy’s Little Princess

 

 

Little girls are so pretty from the time they are born

With their smiles like heaven so tender and warm

They learn to toddle and waddle and land on their buns

With eyes lit like Angels, with hearts so tender and warm

 

God’s gifts from Mommy’s bellies to Daddy’s outstretched arms

The Princess is taken to her castle where she is safe from all harm

 

Till school does begin and her new world she does charm

Smiling, and tender is she Daddy wrapped around her finger

Till finished with schooling then her beau down on one knee

 

Her Knight in shining armor does take her away

From Mom and Dad to her new castle she goes

Where the Queen of her own domain she now be

 

Not long in her new Kingdom her belly does rise

The Lord delivers to her and her King a 7 pound delight

A little bundle with bright pink blanket and shining eyes

With a smile like unto Heaven, a new Princess arrives

(Philosophy/Poem) I Will Not

I Will Not

 

What is it that my Soul says that I will not

A night ago a thought skipped across my brain

In one way or another we all play to create the jingle

You and I, what are we willing to do to sustain our style of life

To stay in the game, as long as we breath, this game we play

We all know that there are many who care only for the gold

 

When the careers that we are in require us (in our eyes) to sin, will we

Each generation more liberal than the last, is it feudal, or just destiny

Everyday it costs us more, to play the game of which we have no control

Is there such a thing as a point we will not cross to keep the wolves away

Will there ever be a time we stand up to our slave master as a free people

Will we ever reach the point we say hell no to our demons, I will not?

(Philosophy/Faith/Poem) How Tall Are We On God’s Ruler

 

How Tall Are We On God’s Ruler

 

We’re there marks upon your Granny’s wall

That measured our years with a stick and pencil

We make our marks upon the events of our lives

But at what place we choose to spread our wings

 

 

Do you really feel as tall as it say’s you are

All our life we had to measure up, but to what

A true measure can only be done by the soul

Yet how could a man ever find a Spirit ruler

 

How high can we get upon on our boss’s ladder

At the end of one’s life, what does it really matter

Are we ruled in our sleep, by our day’s actions

In our end of our day’s, boss’s mean nothing anyway

We all lay in the bowels of the Earth quietly waiting

For the real owner of our Soul to call our name

 

Four foot or seven it does not matter in Heaven

The size of our hearts and our brain does not save

Bank accounts and big houses aren’t the measure

In the end the fruit of our Soul is all that matters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Shall Meet Again In The Great ‘Bye And Bye’

We Shall Meet Again-In The Great ‘Bye And Bye’

 

Just a few days ago a good friend of mine died

I have been thinking about how to pay Him Respect

The man let me marry His Daughter 18 years back

Two Mother-N-Laws from one Bride, lucky that I am

The day I met Him I knew we were going to be friends

The last time we stood face to face, knowing it’s our last

We promised the next time We see each other, after this

Will be In the ‘Great Bye and Bye’ – we will see each other again

(Personal/Philosophy/Poem) 49 Years Ago Today

49 Years Ago Today

 

49 years ago this afternoon my big Brother got hitched

Real good woman, two kids, to bad he couldn’t adapt

1968 how many worlds and life times ago was that

Think about it, Nixon hadn’t even lied to us Turnips yet

This year ignorance killed a Doctor in Memphis, Mr. King

 

12 yrs old, call came in Dad’s favorite Brother lay dying

An hour ago got the call my Father-in-Law has passed away

If your old enough, look at the world in 1968, look at it now

If you found away to go back to 1968, would you take that leap

Even with today’s brain, could our heart endure the pain again

 

In a perfect world big Brother and His Bride are still dancing

On today’s clock for 25 years now my Brother has been buried

The events of life that we all have seen, good, bad and nasty

Could our minds handle the shock of seeing all the dead again

If tonight you could go back to 1968, live it again, would you

Today Columbus inadvertently started the end of many Nations