(Philosophy Poem) Eight Times Dead

Eight times dead

 

Nine lives like a cat

When we are born

We awake with a slap on the ass

When we close our eyes last

Was our life a nightmare or a dream

 

 

Two times drowned, going out going down

One torch from Heaven to touch the bones

Cut stem to stern the ticker to fix

Four other times visited by the light

When your heart stops its clicks

 

 

At the tender age of three years

These visions I began to see

Visions only with words while deep in sleep

Molested by babysitters teen age son

Later that day, the first time, the vision I see

 

 

A Lord’s Angel the visitor in the sun

If I chose to live my life for the Light

At the young age of eleven years

Shown the death I would be unworthy of

 

Murdered by the heart filled with evil

An honorable way to live and to die

Eight times dead in this life I’ve given

Like a cat, the ninth time will I die

Philosophy Of Being A True Biblical Friend

Philosophy Of Being A True Biblical Friend

 

To be true to God’s Commandments, we must be merciful

Do not withdraw your hand from a neighbor who is in need

When we could help but choose not too, this the Lord sees

To be honest with our neighbors is to secure a lifelong friend

If we borrow from our neighbor make sure to repay when due

 

Never be as a Heathen who borrows and counts it as a windfall

Many give flowers and kisses to the face of a lender they hate

Do not pay back he who helped you with lies and empty promises

If we refuse to payback we have created for ourselves an enemy

Many good people refuse to lend for fear of losing friend and gold

 

Be kind when you can but do not give what is beyond your means to do

To ask your roof for collateral is something not even a brother should do

Only a worm takes advantage of the weak the fatherless or the widow

It is better to give your silver to a brother who can’t repay than to lend it

To live poor with ones neighbors is better than being fat with close enemies

 

(Philosophy Poem) Who Is Worthy To Rule Us

WHO IS WORTHY TO RULE US

 

It is the law that ordains Presidents and High Priests

Yet man’s laws are filled with infirmities and deceit

Do our Leaders meet each morning to ask God’s will

Are our Leaders Holy, undefiled, separated from sin

Just as a Priest will fade away, so do the words of men

 

As a Priests oaths are Holy, should not also the words of a King

The Lord has no need to repent, can the same be said for a man

Man’s laws have never been perfect, yet they now rule over God’s

Until man annuls the grip of evil hearts, there is no justice for all

The weak are only for the profit of the rich, until the Trumpet’s call

 

In the Order of Melchizedek are there Leaders in the shade of His Tree

There is one High Priest not of human laws, but for everlasting peace

God’s Words are as a solid rock, yet what of these words of mortal men

New Covenants, new laws that don’t pass away, there made to bury us

Humans who wish to take the lead but what of their mercy and righteousness

(Philosophy Poem) We Chose This

WE CHOSE THIS

 

Was the last thing we had no choice about: the womb

Did we have a choice to come out, or to stay in and die

True: Our skin color and our parents these were just a fluke

The Country we were born in doesn’t mean we have to die there

Now, please bend me your ear and lend me a piece of your time

 

Many say where we live or die, we have no choice, for most, not so

The civilized world lets us walk or run away once 18 years in time

We choose to keep our nose clean or to smoke those little pipes

In the West Education is forced, many places people would kill for

We choose to work for a ride or we can steal it from a parking lot

 

We choose the kind of career we have by the lessons we chose to learn

If we are unhappy where we are at in live: set in motion a plan to leave

If you are the one who said I do, to a total fraud the answer is D-I-V-O-R-C-E

We choose to be a Hillbilly, Cowboy, a Yankee, or a dude, it is all up to us

Whether we choose to be kind or not: Heaven or Hell, it’s up to us, we choose

 

 

(Biblical Poem) There Hath No Temptation Taken Me

THERE HATH NO TEMPTATION TAKEN ME

 

There has no temptation ever tempted me

O’ what a huge lie that would most surely be

Has there ever been a sin that didn’t stain me

In my youth there many ladies delighted me

Though nothing about a man ever did excite

 

There are some sins that I have not yet done

I pray that with my gray balding hair they stay

Age is a present to some, yet a curse to the many

Those with a greedy heart curse their inabilities

With age, hopefully wisdom given heart and Soul

 

If man knew all our sins, would from a tree we swing

Temptation, what was its worth, when in a box we be

How will we be remembered, as a fool, or wise were we

The Pied Piper from Hell, certainly knows all our tunes

Did we choose to let temptation send us down to He

 

 

 

 

(Poem Of Humility) Why Should Anyone Ever Humble Themselves

WHY SHOULD ANYONE EVER HUMBLE THEMSELVES

 

Aw, humility, why should ever anyone debase themselves or be humble

What profit is there to being modest or to lower our own importance

Is not humility simply the admittance of being nothing but a loser

Being unselfish and humble only gets you walked upon and used

Only a loser, a failure would ever recognize anyone above ourselves

 

Yet, does not God Himself correct us about our pride and our ego

Should I not listen to and cherish the words of God’s own wisdom

Would I, do I have the wisdom to bow my head and knee to our Maker

Is not the peace and protection of our Creator a base of understanding

If I do not grow away from both my ego and pride, am I not but a fool

 

Do the Beatitudes of the Lord really mean He was speaking to you and me

How humble and honorable they say it is to be persecuted for being Godly

Let our Christian Light shine for the glory of Christ, not for human adoration

Exalt our self and we will be humbled before man and before God’s Angles

Yet, learn to humble ourselves in this life, we will live forever in His glory

 

(Philosophy Poem) When The Wicked Rule

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

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)

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 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?