(Philosophy Poem) Everyone Has To Matter, Or No one Matters At All

EVERYONE HAS TO MATTER, OR NO ONE MATTERS AT ALL

 

Do we think we are the only thing that is, that matters

Yet even the stars above us do not shine by their own glory

The world gives credit to more than just one land or tongue

With all the hard work we have endured others get the bounty

If we are true to ourselves and to God why should such matter

 

Is it possible for one to love others that our own eyes have not seen

How we seem to love to pose with a shiny stick with a camera on its end

Do real men abandon the Lady if she dare pee the wrong color on the stick

No one gives a damn about you kid, the nature of the words and songs heard

Takes a Village of Caring People, when the parents never cared nor ever will

 

Growing up is an icy fog trying to understand the hate we seem to generate

Beat a child they can grow to hate the beater, and the crowd who didn’t care

Fists and hearts grow callous in a home with no love, faith, or spiritual caring

Yet if we do not share discipline with love, it is a Monster we raise as Our Heir

No one can flee like a coward from the cross-hairs of a child’s hate, grown up

 

There are those that are raised in privilege, and those who were raised with none

So easy for the Ancient to teach their own hate, keep the children hungry and dumb

Hate everyone who worked to become, what they were to lazy themselves to be

Excited looking at oneself, O how piety reeks, smell the sulfur when you breathe

Sleep well till the Keys to Hell or the Strings of Harps jingle in our bedside dreams

Everyone has to matter to everyone before love, caring, and peace can forever reign

 

 

 

 

 

(Philosophy Love Poem) Old Poems And Old Folks

OLD POEMS AND OLD FOLKS

 

Old poems, from where do they generate their light

Old minds, is this what is required to create a past life

Old memories, of what really happened can fluctuate

Old eyes can dim, but the wit and the Soul can stay bright

Old ears can close yet the laughs of yesterday still do remain

Old poems like people can be hate filled or even kind of sweet

 

Old poems, from where do they linger or draw their breath

Old by-gone years and the loved ones those memories possess

Old days of your childhood, whipped and worked like a dog

Old school systems that taught nothing of real life to the child

Old school sweethearts, would’ve been nice if someone had cared

Old poems like dreams allows the heart and mind to fantasize, what if

 

Old poems can bring tears of joy or sometimes tears of pain to the psych

Old lives lived, would we really want to go back in time, do it all again

Old friendships like time itself somehow fade or grow with the ticking clock

Old loves and lovers through poem rekindle the first time they kissed

Old couples on the swing holding hands, sun setting in the glory of God

Old poems can open a dead heart and bring it back, to see the next sunrise

 

(Religious Philosophy Poem) Pondering The Twilight

PONDERING THE TWILIGHT

 

When the air between our ears grows quite disturbed

Pondering the silence of nothingness can weigh so heavy

Tossing and turning we can fight the sweaty sheets each night

So sad, so many know nothing of the relief a simple prayer brings

One does not need be a King like David for our Lord to hear our words

 

Faith is the essence of being, just as love feeds the Soul and the heart

Love is possible only because of the life blood our heart gives to the Soul

Kindness given out these days seems only with evil intended underpinning

Can one lay down in deep peace if their own Soul knows nothing of peace

Remember, we do not have to be a King or Queen for our prayers to be heard

 

Do we delight in a God that also delights in our own happiness

Evil cannot sojourn with a Soul who refuses to let it have rest

All darkness will run from the light, if we faithfully rebuke it

Taunting lips and seductive eyes hide the tears that do not lie

Faith is what is important, not our bloodline, for God loves the poor

 

Let all bloodline’s of the Earth seek refuge in the One and Only Lord

Those that seek to do you ill shall have pure shame upon their faces

Always seek peace through prayer when our World will allow it to be so

For Christ Jesus blesses His Holy Israel as well as all of those who love Him

Pondering the twilight of our time, do we believe in Spiritual salvation and life

 

(Philosophy Poem) Thy Father’s Son

THY FATHER’S SON

 

The Father loved his youngest above all his children

For in His old age his wife bore him one more son

Jealousy among brothers is rife with anger and pain

Can one speak peacefully to a brother that they hate

 

Can a dream of the younger enrage those with age

The aged, can they respectfully kiss the feet of a babe

If the younger speaks words of visions, do we listen

Is it folly to believe that young will reign over the old

 

Shall the Father and Mother rebuke the words of a child dreamer

If words offend the old should they rise up against the young brother

Age begets wisdom yet some are fools in their own delusional glory

Will not the striking of hands and shedding of blood be punished

 

In jealousy do we sell our own Brethren for a little gold and myrrh

Does the innocent blood on our coats drip upon the feet of our Soul

Will the Stone we cast away become the Master of our own defeat

Love your Brother while you have him, before it is our name in stone

 

(THE IDEA FOR THIS POEM CAME FROM THE BIBLE’S OLD TESTAMENT STORY OF JOSEPH, THE YOUNGEST OF ISRAEL’S SONS) (YOU CAN FIND THIS STORY IN THE BOOK OF GENESIS, CHAPTER #37)

 

(Philosophy Poem) Forgiving Someone

FORGIVING SOMEONE

 

 

Forgive and forget from early age on

Isn’t this something we’re all taught

Breaking down kindness in your heart

Is it unrealistic what we were taught

Forgetting becomes easier as we age

 

 

Forgetting on purpose though difficult at the least

Like hitting your foot because you missed the sheath

Every time you remove your boot , you don’t forget

Forgetting where all the pieces of our heart fell

Forgetting, can we ever forgive if we can’t forget

Forgiving, is this even a natural human trait you think

 

 

Forgive someone who hurt us, like Hell we say, no way

How can one forgive if they still feel the pain in heart or skin

Forgiving ourselves of our own sins, is a good place to begin

Forgiveness requires the ability to relinquish the chain of hate

Forgive or forget, it is laid at the gate of our own heart everyday

(Philosophy Poem) A Peculiar Way Of Life

A PECULIAR WAY OF LIFE

 

Peculiar to be distinctive in our Nature and in our Character

Do we belong to anything special or set apart that is not mundane

Challenge ourselves to be Peculiar in each and every word that we say

Is it still true that to say more than Yea or Nay still gets people confused

Is it I, or is it true that few these days consider the salt in our words

Say whatever we wish to get what we want that’s all that matters today

 

Peculiar belonging characteristically to a person, group, or thing

When people speak to us, do we ever really hear what they say

Feces in the air from the lies we hear and walk though every day

It is better to temper the speech to help calm the rage within

One slip of the tongue can destroy a life long partner or friend

A set aside way of life overlaps into the world we live in each day

(Personal History Poem) I Am Blessed

I AM BLESSED

 

I am blessed among the men of the Earth

I have a girl who has a light in her heart

She gave me a Son, the light of my old age

One can never stay angry if they’re truly in love

The love she has given me is free from her heart

Can a man truly deserve such wonder and grace

 

Born into ignorance and anger, a hard way to start

One does not have to emulate ignorance and pain

The choices we make decide the life we will live

As a child your eyes are set on your 18th Birthday

You walk out the door with no regrets, only pain

Blessed to be free, finally a road we pave ourself

 

Blessed by the Lord though His light on me did strike

In old age I did marry a sweet lady, so thankful am I

Filled with grace for the love they both have given me

I am blessed to have a Wife and Son who pamper me

When you have a wonderful child not of your own blood

They are the wife and child they don’t have to be to me

Yes Lord, through Your Grace, I am truly a very blessed man

 

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Praise

PRAISE

 

We praise who we are, not whom we really ought to be

Are we really pleased with the view of the selfie we see

So vain, or, is it just honesty, true vanity we dare praise

What we love most is to what we bow our knees, we worship

A beautiful bum, bigger breasts or a Silver Shadow in your stars

What we praise is what we be, who we really are the world see’s

 

 

Put something before oneself, you are an odd fellow I see

On a DC-10 you gonna hitch a ride to the next rock barge

Clone us, but when dead don’t donate any of our rotting parts

Why should I care when gone if others suffers, live or die

So many a star, self-proclaimed as most are rotting while alive

Through personal praise and ego, we all know we are a star

 

 

To Whom or to what do we ever bow our knee or head to pray

We think we’re so cool, one heart beat from Hell’s fiery flame

Waking up with fire singeing, our short hairs all burnt away

To whom is it now that we do wish we could sing and pray

 

 

Hearts get in touch with your senses, your Soul and your brain

Humanity, decide wisely if you wish to avoid the Devil’s pain

Humans, be careful what you pray, for reality bites like an Asp

Actions prove who owns our Soul, and our destination once we go

 

(Philosophy Poem) Fear, Anger, And Life

FEAR, ANGER, AND LIFE

 

My heart my heart, how faint are thee

Throbbing, pulsing, connecting my life to Soul

Will you desert me now in this moment of many tears

Do I bow down now for my first time to a local Societies Deity

We all need be sure to Whom it is whose heart we so wish to please

Heart given to Light our Soul freed like an Eagle on a mountain breeze

 

We were all born Alpha in your own life, our’s to give or to keep

To Whom do we bow our head and Soul, to whose Throne is worthy to be

The most precious Jewels of our life, have we ever given so another could live

O Spiritual Soul why would you cower here to another, who is it that you host

Use your Spine, you are not a sterile seed, but a Vine in the lineage of future History

Stare in your mirror, deep eye to eye, your Soul is looking too, can you see, that is you

 

Life is filled with beauty though clouds sometimes do skew our Spiritual view

Humans must hold dear to love, let it overflow heartaches, melting our fears

As we all spin with the Sun, anger sometimes inevitable in the human cycle of life

Dust to dust, too late, if fear or anger ruled our day, and the dreams of our nights

O Heart, O Soul, while air of blue sky from the thought’s of God you still breathe

When a Heart is given in Love, fear only your losing the giver of the heart their of

 

Soul are you one whose Heart’s Beam gives the World no light of which to see

Fear only the darkness of He who stealthily can steal your Soul’s light and love

Andes gives Light to knowledge, Aramaic buried one through nine long ago

Could Ten be The End, when two come down to die by The Weeping Wall, then live

Many of us walk through this life bathed in Light, yet with our eyes tightly closed

Don’t be a coward, angry at any and all, diluted to the beauty of God’s gifts within

 

(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