(Theology Poem) Your Blood, My Sins

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YOUR BLOOD, MY SINS

 

Lord, You bled and You died, for all the likes of me

My body and my Soul that was so filled with sins

Lord my only doubts has been my worthiness of Thee

Riches I have never sought yet in darkness I still walked

With Your love, Your blood, all barriers You’ve broken

 

Lord, Your Eyes, You have set upon the likes of me

Lord Your Blood does baptize both heart and Soul

My fears are diluted in Thy Holy Heart and Blood

I fear not this life nor the death that is soon to come

For my sins are washed in the Holy Blood of the Son

(Humor Poem) You Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me George And Bill

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You Picked A Fine Time To Leave Me George And Bill

 

You picked a fine time to leave me George and Bill

I got 40 acres of weed ready and waiting to be cycled

We still got eight big orders we gotta work to get filled

Got the eight ton for Willie and twenty ton more

That gotta git to Uncle Hillary and Aunt Billie to fill

 

I find you here at the Pink Feather drinking together

Under the next table I see Donald and Mikie romancing

Laid out on the dance floor twenty Republican Senators

This happens when they drink Jim Bean and Mr. Collins together

Guess love of liquor is why they don’t admit to sucking on weed

 

Without you George and Bill I got real big problems with those orders to fill

Two ATF Agents swinging in the basement, but what of their replacements

What if they won’t be bribed with Pink Teddie’s and a ton of medicinal Red Hair

Do I hang them in the closets with the Priests who brought their boy toys to preach

George and Bill, you can play righteous once we get this years crop out of the field

 

 

 

(Poem: Theology/Philosophy) With Power Comes Dreams And Night Terrors

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With Power Comes Dreams And Night Terrors

 

Kings like all people do dream dreams

Therein their Spirit is often much troubled

Their sleep and their conscience is tainted

Yet, can a King demand to be enlightened

 

Leaders can summon their Magicians and Sorcerers

Yet when they stand before the throne can they see

Do they know what the King in His dreams has seen

Can the night terrors of Power ever truly be explained

 

What can be done if the King is terrorized by a forgotten dream

Can forked tongues give enlightenment to what they have not seen

Frauds and Sorcerers, can you see your own end written on the wall

Are there truly Leaders, Magicians or Sorcerers worthy of great honor

 

Yet, shall that which is good be thrown into the fire if it has not been tried

A crazed Ruler shall punish all because of His own errors, ego and arrogance

He who lies to all and contradicts Himself leads His people to be slaughtered

The terrors of the night bring enlightenment to a Leader of wisdom and a conscience

 

 

 

 

 

(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

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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 truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Your personal sandbox of new thrills

17 am I now not a macho-he man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with 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

 

 

(Real Life Poem) The Roads Of My Life

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The Roads Of My Life

 

Born unwanted in the mountains of Western Virginia

Just a poor hillbilly boy taught with a belt and switch

One more mouth to feed and one more back to bleed

Alcohol, hate and anger run generation to generation

 

To the Black Hills of Dakota we stopped roaming for a while

Alcohol, hate and ignorance new scenery doesn’t change

Alcohol a disease embedded in the genealogy of family trees

Faults in the blood help to dilute the heart, Soul and mind

 

Flat grounds of Boone County was cold outside and within

Life in a house is difficult where alcohol and ignorance live

The parent teaches you nothing except, your nothing to them

Hate is like em-breeding, a chain only you yourself can break

 

One’s mind and body must get clear to except that they’re an ass

Understanding then forgiving, is the beginning of your new life

These Kentucky Hills so beautiful with loving Son and Great Wife

Wife and Son know what love is and under the Blue Grass I’ll wait

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) What A Beautiful Evening

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What A Beautiful Evening

 

Do we ever, just stop and look around us

Where are today or for later this evening

Just exactly what are we doing right now

Open our eyes now, what is it that we see

 

Do we notice any of God’s beauty around us

Trees, fresh air or even on the Cities Side-walks

Horses, Catfish-ponds and God’s virgin mountain trees

High-Rises, Government owned, and then the crimes

 

Working on the streets and living where you can

Bad luck, bad deals, don’t mean that a person is trash

Are we really as happy as others gossip that we’re not

Lying with some-one else’s wife, or others with our own

 

To ourselves do we ever stop and say, thank you Lord

Different stages for each one blessed to reach 80 years

Things we did good, others we needed to ask forgiveness

Our Ends, it just something, so enjoy the beauty till then

 

(Dark Philosophy Poem) Secrets, Lies and Ghosts

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(Dark Philosophy Poem)   Secrets, Lies and Ghosts

 

Secrets we have harbored sense opening our eyes

How many stories and lies had we learned by five

Family secrets, personal flaws, shelved deep in files

How many skeletons haunt the rafters of our mind

 

We learn to survive in a home with hate, ignorance and lies

All creatures learn young if they hold a high value, or none

Lies and secrets that little children learn to spin to cover the scars

What is truth, what are the lies, the path we choose defines our lives

 

Aged we lay in bed thinking of the Ghosts left behind, their blood in our minds

Our brain, our personal CPU, 92% dark matter, 8% can’t fathom our own realm

Night time filled with escape dreams, daytime living in the mental space allowed

Secrets poison the Soul, they are like lies, old ghosts, you can’t live until they die

 

(A Horror Poem) A Second Chance

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A Second Chance

 

We hear the rain upon our windows and the roof

The thunder cracks like it is the very voice of God

Lightning flash’s as the hairs on our back do rise

The water seeps beneath the doors as it comes inside

 

The electricity goes out as we are now left in the dark

The hissing of the snakes we hear as they curl on our bed

Glowing eyes of the lizards how they shine just outside

As the doors burst open, can we now wade the dark waters

 

No one knows that you are bait nor that you are drowning

You have no boat and you know that none will be coming

How easy will we slide into death as fangs now impale us

With a scream we awake, we see the sun, a second chance

 

 

(Love Poem) Love Is A State Of Mind

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Love Is A State Of Mind

 

Love it is said is controlled by the heart

I believe such words are just a human metaphor

The heart controls the blood that goes to ones mind

It also controls the blood to a mans secondary brain

Yet, is it true that only women have a stone cold heart

 

When we’re in love why can we then act like such a fool

Yet, if in love will we truly protect to our last heart beat

Who would not give their life for that of spouse or child

Would a true man who is in love really ever strike his wife

Love, like hate takes up residence in the caverns of the mind

 

One does not fall out of love because their wife gained 20 pounds

Does our love depend on the size of an organ or of a bank account

Can love go to despising the ground on which your spouse stands

Love, like hate, faith and sex appeal are all in the canyons of our brain

When we say we’re in love, do we even have a clue what were talking about

(Love Poem) My Little Girl

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My Little Girl

 

There is this pretty little girl in Arkansas I met

From a life of roaming she took me, I don’t regret

The Lord blessed me with her smile and warmth

The tenderness of her skin the same as her lips

 

Kentucky’s Blue Grass with her and son we live in bliss

With the love of my lady I know my Soul is Heaven kissed

I love the beauty of her heart as her Soul and hand I kiss

For the love of my lady at her feet I bow and her toes I kiss