(Philosophy Poem) When The Wicked Rule



The Wicked in their ego do flap their lips in their selfish pride

They Judge the fatherless with glee and steal their inheritance

Evil breaks the backs of the workers as they starve them to death

The poor worship the Lord yet the rich worship only themselves

The Wicked deny and despise God up to their own bitter end


The One Percent lurk in high places scheming to end the poor

Like a Lion they catch the week and drag them to their death

They keepeth the bones as a trophy and hangeth up their head

Their mouths are full of deceit and fraud living in their own lies

To the evil all news is fake as they sneer and laugh at the truth


When the Judges of the world are evil they curtsy only to gold

When the DOJ is clueless to Truth they infect all that is good

When Houses collude they garner wealth and spit on the poor

When Treason and Collusion are let slide the whole Nation dies

Man’s Judgement is short, God’s is Eternal, so is the Fire of Hell

(Philosophy Poem) Wisdom Of A Drunkard



Would a sober man lay down in the flames of a fire

If you are not sick or wounded should you die young

Strong wine will show you things that are not there

Strange women and wine will steal all of your wages

Yet, when you awaken sick do you seek to feel it again


The bottle can sting like a Scorpion and bite like an Asp

When you hear the rattle why do you still seek its poison

Why do we seek woe’s and sorrows from thy lovers heart

Wine lies in wait like the Lion hiding in the high weeds

Strong drink is like a whore who leaves us lying in the ditch


Child let your eyes and heart observe the ways of a Mothers love

Fathers and Mothers rejoice over the path of their sober child

Use your strength to find truth, sell it not for the price of a bottle

A drunkard shall only know poverty and live their life in dishonor

Everything has its end, let not wine be the early end of your time

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


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 man came forth unto 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

(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, 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



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



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



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 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