(Poem) I Pledged My Soul

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I Pledged My Soul

 

Yes, I gave my Soul away

Many years ago now it has been

Buried beneath the waters

Raised to God a new Being

Raised to be more than ever before

 

Buried young but then life takes hold

Sweet ladies with their pretty wiggles

Tequila from Jose’ special Mexican blend

Riches are made with blind eyes and lies

Toot it with Benjamin or smoke to the skies

 

Does it matter what I do with my own life

A life is but a blink and then poof, we are gone

This Rock a battleground for Angels high and low

Pledged my Soul to God, was such a long time ago

Yet, will God accept me with this life I have lived

(Philosophy Poem) When Prayer Stops

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When Prayer Stops

 

When the prayers we pray stop

Will it be from lack of air, or faith

When or will there be a time we stop

Think if no one had ever, prayed for us

Would we feel special, upset, or insulted

 

If Faith does indeed exists

Would Prayers not soon follow

Is Love not required, for a Soul to live

Can one have Faith if they posses no Love

Without Love a persons prayer is but dust

 

We live and we die by what we believe

Do we only believe that which we see

Or can Faith redirect a persons vision

Can we Believe though we are blind

Our end will be at the end of Prayer

(Philosophy Poem) It Will Be What It Will Be

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It Will Be What It Will Be

 

What is Life if not a journey within itself

We all begin the same yet is the end for all

Parents nor our Race were we ever able to choose

Born to Trumpets or onto a field of sweat and mud

Yet it is the center that decides: the Death we’ll live

 

Simple answer to some of the really big questions

Were there Men and Women before Adam and Eve

Were the ‘God’s of the Underworld’ actually Demons

Will the World War we fear be the one called Armageddon

Just as sure as death, there is a ‘Life After’: Yes

(Poem) Valentine Day

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Valentine Day

 

Today is a day to remember in ones life

Don’t ever forget that this one, is a special day

Give your Sweetheart some loving and some candy

My Lady is in my heart though she is so far away

I do hope that this poem my find its way to her

 

Honored to still be married after these 20 odd years

Takes a hell of a woman to put up with an idiot like me

I’ll get you a card today even though you are not here

My Valentine is you the next time I get to hold you

The big Red Heart Day is just going to wait till you get here

 

 

(Poem Memories) Sophie

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Sophie

 

Even in my blessed old age

This name means a lot to me

Brings back such beautiful memories

My Granny, she had a life way to hard

Lived in the hard times: every day of her life

 

Granny, she would be about 115 these days

I always remember Her as alive, unto this day

Always seemed to have a smile, as she worked away

Loved Her deeply though she always misspelled my name

I pray that she is at peace until the Trumpet of God speaks

 

I still have Her clock that time was taught to me on

Is Sophie a name young girls like being named today

I pray all ye who wear it can do so with Her smile

Sophie, a name etched forever into my heart

Live life full, get out and enjoy it, thank God for it all

(VERY Sarcastic Poem: Don’t take this one seriously) Just Let The Poor Die

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Just Let The Poor Die

 

Just let the poor disappear from my sight

Crime filled and dirty they are just a plight

They should all die and get off of my Earth

Why should real people care if they freeze

Like rabid rats they will steal just to eat

 

I created my wealth because I am from good stock and smart

So many poor just beggars not worthy of the air they breathe

Always demanding a free ride from real people the likes of me

If they haven’t a job thats their fault don’t you dare look at me

Harvesting them for parts is the only good that they ever will be

 

I own the factories, warehouses the politicians and the police

I use robots and computers to get rid of these beggars and thieves

Why should they live if they are only a cost for my family and me

Machines require no rest, insurance, pay raises or even work comp

The world is for the rich, I have no pity for the poor hungry sleaze

(Philosophy Poem) Wisdom Of A Drunkard

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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

(Poem) Were We Ever —Nothing

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Were We Ever—Nothing

 

We we brought up as nothing but mistakes

More mouths to feed but damn sure not heard

To stay alive, do all young ones create auto pilots

You learn how to shut-up or you learn how to hurt

How secure is a home with a raging Alpha Adult

 

Because of the example I had I saw life as better without them

The reasons for a man to be around kids seemed almost unnecessary

To beat down physically and emotionally seemed their only purpose

When she left with our kids I felt as though I just did not matter

I died that day, I have never been able to fully recover from the pain

 

(Love Poem) I Find Myself Missing You

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I Find Myself Missing You

Two days before you left

I found myself missing you

Your body here still soft and warm

Yet my mind already missing you

 

Though your Mission is right and true

Yet, I still miss you when you’re gone

Your three Northern Stars they do glow

Please don’t forget your own Pilot Knob

 

Twice today while passing I looked into your room

Boo sleeping quietly at the foot of your empty bed

Dark of morning or of the night has little difference now

Yet, light or dark, I still find myself missing you, my lady

(Philosophy Poem) Present Day

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Present Day

 

When we watch old movies on the T.V.

You ever think about those day’s of yore

Back in the days of Elvis, Cash and Holly

Back before America lost Her Political Soul

Maybe the day Nixon lied to all of us on the T.V.

Every day then, like now, present day, to them then

 

Back in the days of FDR, Lincoln and George, when men were

Columbus, would he have sailed if he had know the human cost

Think of the time of Christ or the day Moses walked on dry ground

The days of Adam and Eve and the Garden of the Living God

Gentile Humans for a few million, big ole Lizards well before then

Present Day, drug throughout Space, may you have many more of them