(Theology Poem) My Depression

My Depression

 

My bones are weary with my age Lord

My mind speaks bitterness to my Soul

Lord do You despise my skin and my bones

Each night I search for the sins I committed

Lord am I wicked though my eyes see it not

 

My Lord I know that I am but clay and dust

At Your will Lord I know I will soon return to it

Youth You gave me yet I did not value or respect it

You granted me life Lord and many a pretty days

Yet I seemed to seldom live in the Light given to me

 

Woe be unto me Lord if I am counted among the wicked

I am not worth Lord to have ever come out of the womb

Lord there is no joy in living if You turn Your Face from me

I have lived in a land of darkness made by my own hands

Show me Your mercy and wisdom, bring me to Your Light

 

Lord I have lived as a fool walking in my own darkness

Understanding and wisdom, Lord I have only a little

I stand as one mocked by both family and by the world

My Soul and my breath is always held in Your hands Lord

Darkness has been my depression as I now seek Your Light

 

(Theology/Poem) Walking With God

Walking With God

 

Fashion our walk with the Lord along our life’s highway

Understand it is the Lord that gives us breath each day

Nothing can harm our Soul if we walk holding His hand

When we pass from this life we shall enter His promised land

Unfurl the Flag of God for His love to all of us He freely gives

 

The Lord gave sight to the blind and His word calmed the raging sea

Tell all how He prayed in the garden for strength at the hill called Calgary

Let the world know of His love for us as the Cross He suffered and overcame

Armageddon awaits for those still living, on what side will we choose to be

When the Trumpet of God sounds, the Lord and His Angels we shall all see

 

The great day of the Lord is coming, Angels of Heaven singing of His glory

Friends, forever we shall shout and sing, the glory of our Lord God and King

To see a smile on the face of our Lord, there is no greater a thing to see

Let our voice ring out in song praising the God of all, the Father and His Son

Unfurl the flag of God’s salvation to us for our sins He washed away on Calgary

(Humanity/Poem) Will They Know That We Loved Them

Will They Know That We Loved Them

 

Today would have been the Birthday of my Father-in-Law and friend

Three weeks ago he passes just shy of seeing his 82nd circle of life

I was not there with him when he slid into the waiting arms of the Lord

The suffering that racked his brain is now but part of this good man’s aura

 

 

The last time I saw him we shared a smile when I mentioned the name of the Lord

Knowing that we will meet again so this time, this hug would not be the last one

With dignity he served as he quietly ran his race and with dignity, he slipped off to rest

Four children he raised, always trying his best, his youngest daughter he entrusted to me

 

His funeral my health would not let me attend high up on a Bluegrass Mountaintop

It is not one’s death that we celebrate, with one’s breath’s a person chooses good or bad

Even the Devil was once loved but just like many humans some turn away from God’s Grace

When we ourselves pass on into the quiet, will the ones we love know they held that place

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Shame

Shame

 

Shame is there really such a thing as shame these days

Shame, do you haunt the door stoop of our innermost thoughts

History, ancient wisdom, flickers of light and dark, the Soul searches

Have we lived the memories that our dreams replay for us at night

 

 

Bloodletting, holding someones last breath in your hands, live or die

What do you say to the relatives of the ones that we killed tonight

Shame you now feel because you chose to take their child’s last breath

To act kindly is to play the role of a fool in the eyes of today’s morality

How much of our soul do we give up to live the life that we chose to live

 

 

Have we acted with dignity in the days that the Lord God has given us

Think of having to wear the guilt and the shame of a deserter’s last name

Or, of having your Dad be the town drunk and your Mom the County Whore

Shame, do we sicken ourself via the depression we have caused our children

 

 

Is Shame an inbred part of the fiber which makes up our bone, skin, and Soul

Are there things that we have done that we will carry the darkness to our grave

Just like pity, ignorance, love, anger, and hate is shame a balance for the Soul

The ability to feel shame should be part of every human’s life, but, is it really

(Philosophy/Poem) I Will Not

I Will Not

 

What is it that my Soul says that I will not

A night ago a thought skipped across my brain

In one way or another we all play to create the jingle

You and I, what are we willing to do to sustain our style of life

To stay in the game, as long as we breath, this game we play

We all know that there are many who care only for the gold

 

When the careers that we are in require us (in our eyes) to sin, will we

Each generation more liberal than the last, is it feudal, or just destiny

Everyday it costs us more, to play the game of which we have no control

Is there such a thing as a point we will not cross to keep the wolves away

Will there ever be a time we stand up to our slave master as a free people

Will we ever reach the point we say hell no to our demons, or, we will not!

(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

(Philosophy War/Poem)  Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be generals and sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

President Mom calling a lunch time truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess it’s okay

When young, is not time and the world

Our personal sandbox of new thrills

17, am I now not a hot macho-he man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 and M-203 in my hands

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger I squeeze the trigger

Now one less breath, one less man

 

As the earth inhales the blood

To me just one more notch earned

One more trophy on my butt stock

As his last breath leaves with the wind

 

Is there blood on my conscience

For the blood that’s on my hands

Not knowing that my temple

Is the target of this mans friend

17, my life is over before it began

 

 

(Humor/Poem) Wheels

Wheels

 

On four wheels we rode

From the place that we were birthed

To a place that we called home

Where we first learned skills

To crawl then walk then run

 

When we saw that bright red trike

We learned to balance on three wheels

The coolest thing we’d ever done

 

Until the magic one Christmas morn

A big red bike on just two wheels

Standing beside the tree so bright

 

Hey buddy oh friend of mine

Do twist your neck to see

Me riding on just two wheels, no hands

I just can’t help myself, It’s so cool to be me

 

Now here I am at 16 years of age

There’s no doubt that I am grown

See this license in my hand

 

My new bike now has a motor

A humming between my knees

Now how fast that I choose to go

Such things are totally up to me

 

Now when I get out among my friends

It is me they all gather around

I’m so cool I can’t help myself

As they all watch, on one wheel I ride

Look no hands just as I head butt a tree

 

Now inside I ride upon four wheels

With all the family following behind

I guess that I was not so cool

For now in this hole I lay

Frozen stiff beneath the ground

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Dirty Little Secrets

Dirty Little Secrets

 

Just because we were both young

I kept all of your nasty little secrets

Because both our kids were innocent

I pray their minds are clear of deceptions

 

Secrets, O how much they can harm

Dirty little secrets destroy all they touch

How many deaths have your dark daggers caused

Dirty little secrets, O how you mar the soul and heart

 

Secrets, prognosticate the lies that now come

Why always the need to bury a shameful truth

To skirt all real issues with your high skirts

In the mirror, what is that looking back at you

Can you even see the damage, dirty little secrets

 

We keep some secrets, sometimes we don’t

Sometimes to protect the heart of a friend

It’s okay to lie, just pretend we didn’t know

Dirty little secrets sometimes we keep for life

 

I wish that perfect was what I myself could be

A disgrace is all I see, the secrets inside of me

Lord I come to you bowed head on bent knees

Please cleanse me of all, my dirty little secrets

(Humor/Poem) Roll Me One

Roll Me One

 

I was about seventeen the first time I tried this God-given herb

A friend rolled me one in the parking lot of the senior high

It didn’t do anything the first three or four times I did try

Turns out the tobacco was homegrown, a waste of my time

 

Columbia, I remember the first time I ever heard of the name

Was because of the red and the gold haired tobacco they grew

Makes a person wish they could go and live down there too

 

Wacky tabacky now I understand why good people have to shield

Left handed cigarettes, disguised with silly names that we give it

A pure Herb God has given for all of man to be able to enjoy

Pharmaceuticals and Alcohol lobbyist pay politicians to damn it

 

It is so evil that people are forbidden to be able to enjoy God’s gifts

Folks should be able to Roll one up and remove their daily stresses

Big Brother takes the rights of the peace-loving people away

People want freedom, Big Brother’s chooses to act like a snake

Politicians make laws so crooked the people can not freely partake

 

Roll one for me my brother but do not assume your God-given freedom

The snake is self-elected and manipulating full of venom and pure evil

Roll one in secret but be careful for there are electronic narcs all around

The Demons in D.C. and the State Houses are professional liars and thieves

A couple planted grams, they now own all you worked a lifetime to achieve

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Can We Understand God’s Wisdom

Can We Understand God’s Wisdom

 

What is wisdom to the likes of a man

Is wisdom judgement, is judgement justice

If you cannot understand, is knowledge possible

For without knowledge can ones wisdom be valid

Can the simple or wise understand the secrets of God

 

A good father teaches his child to obey their mother’s instructions

An obedient child is a crown of glory to both parents and too theirs

Yet the child who refused instruction brings the family only shame

An open-pit awaits for those who are stiff-necked, blind and simple

The foolish and the simple refuse the clarity of the Light when given

The Lord has offered His children understanding if they will choose it

 

The Spirit of the Lord is poured out to all who will obey His instruction

Yet the ignorant and the cold-hearted think themselves to wise to accept it

When calamity and woes come down upon us like a hurricane from Hades

Do we fall down upon our knees or shake our fist at God and the Heavens

Should a person risk their life to safe the ones who always refused to listen

Do we die because we refused to except instruction to understand, God’s wisdom