(Philosophy Poem) We Will Miss Them More, When They Are Gone

We Will Miss Them More, When They Are Gone

 

Until 30 I had lost no close family in my life

Within 9 months Mother-in-Law and Grandpa died

You know this time will come if you don’t sleep first

During the 90’s so many loved ones crossed that veil

Having your Brother pass on your birthday is a Pill

 

At 37 you become the Patriarch the old one of the family

Tear stained stones and grass stained knees do abound

Loved Ones Names written in Stone, this hurts way down

You can’t pray loved ones into Heaven, their walk is done

We can hope and pray that one day we will see them again

 

Do we walk our life in love, or is our ground salted in hate

All of our Loved Ones they will disappear, slide from our sight

While They were alive did we live as though we even cared

Will we make even a ripple when we’re put beneath the ground

Lord, please help us when in the darkness we find, we’re all alone

(Theology Type Of Poem) What We See, But Also, What We Don’t See

What We See, But Also, What We Don’t See

 

We are all in the Womb, so what did we know and when

So, what did we see with our first memory, of anything

What did we know when we first remember seeing the Sun

How many folks have we seen through our heart, for a while

When did we each say, here I am, and remember that memory

 

There is always a time when we look right through our life, like a grind

We all walked past the Daily Hurdles life so kindly keep twirling at us

Did we notice and remember the people who slid in and out of our daily life

Stages of how you and I look now look in the memories of others cared about

Grades at every step, in deed we’re prodded and Rated, but what were we taught

 

Those around us who we know, how many of those folks don’t even recognize us

Yet how many wonderful people have we walked by because we didn’t see them

One side is irate cause the memories they see were far from being great ones

With Gray Hair we understand better what our senses of youth were blind to

When we understand that only by the Grace of G-d, have you or I, ever been

 

(Philosophy Poem) Taking Money From The Devil

Taking Money From The Devil

 

When you are down and out, be careful of the spout

Water is never pure when it is coming from the sewer

Muddy water from a swamp just kills you a little slower

When drowning in the sand one will grasp at any hand

Sweet words to reel you in to slather you on their spit

 

Promises of help all disguised to steal your life and land

Taxes and tolls with high interest you can never repay

Bridges that they build are just their avenue to invade

Belts and Roads built to plunder the poor man last dollar

Upon the Roads their Armies march your sovereignty do part

 

Whether a Panda or a Card they smile as they cut your throat

The Poor are only fodder for the weapons of the rich man’s dollar

Poor people do all the work but to Ivory Towers go all the perks

Just look to your Capitals for Fallen Angels disguised as rich Jerks

Soon all money will come from one hand, will be the Devil, not a man

(Philosophy Poem) Dry Bones

Dry Bones

 

Twice it shall be where we are totally exposed

Sinew, skin and our clothes will always pass away

We hide our virtues or our lack thereof only in vain

Our nakedness we try to hide yet many shall see it

All that lies beneath our ornaments fades with time

 

Do our bones just lay beneath the ground waiting to rise

Will we awake for All Saints Days to love or to hate again

The Soul given us, does it lay quietly waiting in the ground

From the Crypt of the Underworld one day Hell will surely arise

Above the ground or beneath it, where can our Soul or bones hide

 

In the depths of the Seas many have sank into the sand and will first arise

Some bones lay frozen in time, others are but vapors in the winds of wars

In the Badlands and deserts there are many lives hidden in shifting sands

At the Word of G-d the great and the small will arise in their allotted hour

Our bodies dried bones will go to dust, yet our Soul to Paradise or the Fire

(Poem) Barrels For Bullets

 Barrels For Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

Philosophy Poem: Lament Ye The End Of Life As We Know It

Lament Ye The End Of Life As We Know It

 

Will ye Lament the darkness of your own funeral

The pictures we have painted are all painted in red

The rubble of our cities and homes is well deserved

Politicians wrap themselves in the Flags of Nations

Yet our factories and our farms lay barren before us

 

Is this the time of the end of life as we have known it

Soon our Capitals now lay wasted under the Pigs hooves

With hooks in our nose we shall be as nothing but slaves

Our children’s bones shall be ground into the mud and dust

Our Leaders play poker with the Devil and it is we who lost

 

Friends, cry out, but not as a woman who travails in giving birth

Rejoice in lessons learned and turn our face from the evil ones

Cry out to G-d as a sick child does for the arms of their Mother

Let not our world come apart because of the ego of our Leaders

Triumph over tragedy through Faith in the Lord who still loves us

(Philosophy Poem) Comfort And Compassion

Comfort And Compassion

 

When evil comes upon a friend do we offer compassion

Do we console and wrap their heart in our love for them

When one is afflicted in sorrows do we pounce upon them

If one is discouraged and weak do we compound their troubles

Do we have compassion, do others see the love of G-d in us

 

Comfort, when given, does not have a greedy eye upon their losses

Do not be despondent in the face of troubles, either theirs or your own

Our faith testifies of G-d’s love that resides within heart of the faithful

Yet how can a person give comfort if they refuse to give compassion

G-d’s own words will convict the Soul that refuses to give of His love

 

Man is riddled with dirt and sin yet G-d walks our road of life with us

One can only give of what they have whether it be sweet or it be sour

A sip of water and a piece of bread given with compassion can save Souls

As the Sun rose the giver and the given walked the same path together

When The Lord looks into our eyes, will He give to us, compassion, or fire

Theology Poem: Angels Among Us

Angels Among Us

 

Is there really such a thing as good and bad Angels

Are there really Spiritual Beings walking Among us

Could there be ones Truly Holy and Evil and Immortal

The Scriptures say there are many whom are truly wise

When a man is facing the power of an Angel, who are we

 

G-d’s elect are meek, invisible, powerful and obedient

Sometimes incarnate in human form, concerned for us

Job says that even some Angels are less than perfect

Whether living in a Mansion or Cardboard box, we’re dust

Some humans are like pigs in that live and die without wisdom

 

Light is The Guide that directs and delivers the lonely and lost to life

Those without The Light live in a curse of pestilence, doubts and death

Angels announced the Birth of Christ and escorted Him back to Heaven

Through foolish pride many Angels fought against G-d, and they died

When we entertain an Angel do you ever wonder what they think of us

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem): My Name Is Nod (About The Garden Of Eden)

OF THE SEVERAL HUNDRED POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN THROUGH THE YEARS THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL FAVORITE.

This is a poem that is designed to make you think, to get you to maybe get the book of Genesis out for another look-see. Maybe, if you are not good at world geography you might want to dig into some maps of the known world of about 5,000 years or so ago. I hope that you enjoy it, quite a bit of research went into making this poem be accurate.

 

Do you know me

Listen, does not the wind whisper

Do not the mountains echo my name

How is it that you do not know me

Did not Moses lay out the path to my door

 

 

For two of your human generations

The Valley of The Garden of God

Was my western door

My Sister, Lake Urmia was fast a sleep

Within her no bounty ever found

The West Gate of God’s Garden she guarded

Now she is but salty ground

 

 

Did not my mountains rumble

And spew forth fire and rocks

How is it you can not find me

Can you not hear the ticking of the clock

 

 

Many of your years ago now one came to me

Spewed forth from the Garden of God

With a mark upon his head, he came unto me

So all my inhabitants would know

That whosoever dared to harm him

Would quickly also soon be dead

 

 

The Garden has now so long been gone

It’s land like mine is scorched

The Face of God once again I yearn to see

When the light shines and the Trumpet blasts

Will He with tearful voice echo my words to you

My Child, My Child, how is it you do not know me

Theology Poem: Their Is Only One Thing We Own

Their Is Only One Thing We Own

 

We bought us a Hector of land about 3 yrs ago

It even had a three bedroom planted upon its face

We’re even blessed with two old sleds, but they ride

Could we all be more alive if we just owned more toys

Own the Business, but, do we really ever own the fame

 

There are many generations of those whom have owned this land

How many striped backs have worked this very place that I stand

Grass to timber, back to grass, then back to trees, again and again

Did a Red Man before me own it, if so, which people were they of

Did a Cave Man or maybe a Monkey or even a Chimp lay claim to it

 

Do the Trees think they own the Stars as well as the Ground below

The Skies hold the Rain but are the Skies beholding to the night breeze

How is it that I think to my self, yes I do own this, and I also own that

The Air owns the Man, the Man has never been in control of his Air

The Only Thing that We Own is Our Own Name, waiting in Line Up There