(Philosophy Poem) Rain Drops Again: Evil Or Friend

Rain Drops Again: Evil Or Friend

(Written in May of 2017)

Here in Eastern Kentucky it has been a bit wet

I see on the t.v. the N.E. the water is running high

It’s so hot down in Florida, match sticks run for their lives

Jet Streams are a little high here yet just a little low there

 

Farmers look for Spring moisture, brings the Earth alive

To late to have a hard freeze, did all your seedlings survive

We all gotta have water and food, and not just two-legged kind

Or, is it all just a niche, one of the Earth’s 10,000 year twitches

 

Could it be these next 100 years, humanity itself will be what shifts

Could the Sahara become the next, Whole Worlds Bread Basket again

All the while the Sand Dunes in Nebraska goes on for miles and miles

Just a bloody dream, awakened by the rain again, Lord is it Evil, or a friend?

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Three Minutes Till The End

THREE MINUTES TILL THE END

 

Three minutes, it’s not a lot of time

But, if it were in deed all we have left

Three minutes, what should we choose to do

Not much time to think or act, cry or pray

What if, three minutes will be the end of all life

 

 

Friends, what would we do, will we whine and cry

Do we think carnal, grab the first skirt for a quickie try

Like blood in an hourglass the seconds are ticking by

Do we smoke one last joint so we can go out with a high

Would we wonder how it is going to feel to die

How many seconds will we spend in self-pity crying

 

 

Do we hit the floor with our knees and cry to on High

Should we spend our precious time pleading for more

Maybe we should flip open our phone for calls and texts

O Lord if so please teach our fingers how to fly

Who do we choose for that one last call or text

Whom is it that we choose for to drop that one dime

 

 

How quick a note to tell them all, that they were loved

Would we take that very last moment to spend with our Lord

For all their lives, and our own, to thank Him for His love

One last chance to ask Him for all our Souls to love and save

Every second that passes, we are that much closer to the grave

(Biblical Philosophy Poem) In The Beginning

IN THE BEGINNING

 

How is it that you know nothing

How is it that you see nothing

How is it that you do not understand

O’ man, how is it that your so deaf to my words

 

 

You send men and machines to the planets

Yet you do still have no understanding

That it is by My Hand, and by My Love

By which you have a place on which to stand

 

 

Lend me your eyes now My Son, My Daughter

I will show you now once again plainly

Some of the things which you have missed

Through ignorance, and worldly deceit your blind

 

 

My truth to you has been disguised and hidden

Cloaked, by He whom I cast out, with burning eyes

In the beginning, as it is written there were two creations

The Gentiles first, In My eyes the lesser of the two men

 

 

Gentiles, unclean just a couple absent links

Above the Monkeys, dogs, and the swine

They populated the land, as they were told to do

I watched them in amusement but mostly in horror

 

 

At all the scenes before my eyes unfolded

Through the years your tribes did blend

Through time you looked more like Us

Than the places in which you began

 

 

I planted My Garden between Urmia and Nod

There I breathed life into the First Earthly Man of God

From his side a mate, to share these pleasures I gave

The rivers flowed peacefully for this My Royal Blood Line

 

 

Red Eyes slithered into My Garden We had given to them

Deceived the woman, then she deceived also her man

Their eyes now open to their sins, their nakedness seen

I cast My children out into the world of the Heathen

 

 

Two beginnings, two People, open your eyes so you can see the Truth

Blood of God’s Lamb I spilled for your Soul now I come to redeem it

Soon I will come to see you but, will you wish to see my Angels and Me

If you’re as blind to the end as you are to the writings of your beginning

When the Trumpet sounds your plea’s, will not be worth one of your pennies

 

(Philosophy Poem) To Live In Peace

TO LIVE IN PEACE

 

O to live in peace

Why does this have such a majestic ring

Isn’t this something that all sane people wish to be

Why does so many in peace name seem to die each week

It has never been since Adam that God’s peace was free

 

 

Strength and prayer, the armor that keeps a free people free

Forsake either one and in this world we will soon cease to be

Is this the year that to God Himself, all leaders bow their knee

To live in peace with freedom should be a world motto for thee

Simple mathematics, no peace, no freedom, leaves only tyranny

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Today Is The Past: As We Breathe It

TODAY IS THE PAST: AS WE BREATHE IT

 

To the days that have passed, with us along for the ride

A salute to all of our yesterdays, with our smiles up or down

Spend little time on the stripes received, that we’ve not earned

Smiles on faces seen, but on some, with time, names forgotten

One’s own bed, finally peaceful, quiet, snuggle in, smile, cry, pray

Loved ones, one by one, through time, left our arms, not our hearts

 

 

Snapshots of peaceful times, some on mind, some caught on print

Years gone by, do our memories really fade, like the whisper of time

Patriarch in your forties, not something ever longed for, or wished to see

Our children, and now theirs grownup, to ignore that we ever breathed

Things we have done wrong, own them, sometimes, some peace will be

Yesterdays ill’s, we can’t hit replay, change mistakes or the hearts broken

 

 

History is today, don’t be the butt of tomorrows viral You Tube jokes

Yesterday is now our past, good or bad it’s over, now breathe, it’s gone

Mistakes can haunt the human brain till we let them put us in a grave

Tomorrow we all could be dancing on the stair well to Heaven with Angels

The bliss we seek depends on today, not the shadows of our past, unchangeable

We all choose our path, today and tomorrow will soon for all, be our past

(Philosophy Poem) Professor

PROFESSOR

 

Professor please teach me

The things that I don’t know

Lean an ear to the cerebral

Lecture till my mind does gleam

 

Professor please take my mind

To places my body will never see

Educate the Soul between the ears

The heart beats yet the Soul is life

 

Professor, teach your desk bound subjects light

Take my mind’s eye with colorful thoughts far away

Take me far out of my real life like a kid with a game

Teach me real truths for this world we live in today

 

(Philosophy Poem) Live Until You Die

LIVE UNTIL YOU DIE

 

 

What price do we put on our days

We all toil we labor and we sweat

Heartbeats given cannot be re-gotten

Youth like life itself quickly fades away

 

Old man, shakes from life’s lessons received

Bodies will age yet the mind keeps deep dreams

Memories both good and bad linger in the gray

Rocking in our chairs, what will our memories be

 

Doctor tells you it’s a short time till you die

Do you ever wonder if in this life you ever lived

If tonight we leave will anyone notice we’re gone

Life is up too one’s own inner circle of the mind

 

Live your life, breathe the fresh air of your psychological freedom

Governments and employers may rule our bones, but never our Souls

The Comforter within liquidates the stress lain upon us so we can live

Enjoy your freedom, breathe the fresh air, live all the life that you can

 

Dirt baths are a race that none of us will win in the end for the end is the end

Laid in the dirt it is over, no more chances to frolic with our children, or theirs

What will it really matter that we spent our life toiling as you and I have done

Our history flies by us, what can we say we did today, if tonight this life ends

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) The Reality Of Peace

THE REALITY OF PEACE

Peace, what is it that we really seek

By whose’s definition is it defined

The winners write our history books

To the conquered, just their thoughts

Is it peace when it is only by fist or fury

 

Holiday today, jets of celebration overhead

Honor of strength with our chest held high

Or is it horror to the eyes of the occupied

Jet streamers and tracers, can make you sweat

Is there such thing as to high a price for peace

 

Dominated, tonight whose ring is it we have to kiss

Peace on your knees, can one really sleep well at night

Smoke in your eyes hurdled from canisters in hand

Aimed by the stress filling the hearts and Souls of men

Strength depends on the faith of the Soul of each man

 

Being true to Scriptures will not always bring peace to all lands

Words on old parchment, are they words of love, hate of disdain

Love and faith in a peaceful Creator can give comfort to the heart

Peace in the fields and ghetto’s can give our babies sweet sleep

Peace in one’s heart and Soul can create a blessed generation

 

(Philosophy Poem) This Too Will End

THIS TOO WILL END

 

Young children born into a hungry home

No toys, no shoes, love so seldom seen

Chores learned as soon as they can walk

The belt, the switch, the hand, if you talk

 

School starts, more hate filled adults each day

Beaten at school, beaten at home, just routine

Chores before school, chores after, end of day

The belt, the switch, the hand, never have a say

 

Now a teen, earn a dime, go to school, pay your way

School taught you nothing since at least fourth grade

Home, school, and life, you learn to fight to survive

The belt, the switch, the fist, if you speak or complain

 

All grown, been trained to be a pea in a pod, to slave

Step out of line, the Man will give you a life of jail time

Childhood and youth have passed away now gray-haired

Rich own the Bank, Badge the Gun, though this will end

 

Whom really is the wise, the rich man or the faithful poor

Faith in ones riches will not save them from a decaying ditch

A poor mans faith is tried in the fires of this life, this too will end

Not until the Mighty are cast into God’s Oven, will they understand