Father-In-Law And Friend: You Will Be Missed

FATHER-IN-LAW AND FRIEND: YOU WILL BE MISSED

 

This Poem is my attempt to salute the man who is most responsible for the raising of my two blood children, who are in their mid thirties now. Steve was a man who I had great respect for and whom I thought of as the dad I always wish I had had, or at the very least as the dad I wish my real dad would have been anything like. I got a call from my daughter Thanksgiving morning of 2011 to inform me that Steve had died from a heart valve problem. I wrote this poem the next morning as a salute to him.

 

 

Steve, o how I miss you, a main rock within my life

But one day now you have been gone

I have always felt your soul as if a part of my soul

For thirty-eight years our lives were intertwined

Always loved like a father, that, will never die

This morning my sweet daughters call

For this season, Thanksgiving Holiday has died

 

 

This past twenty-four on my knees I’ve shed many tears

Also thanking the Lord for the great man who you were

Raising your four children, then by your kindness, mine

So thankful my children whom you loved, holding your hand

As you, this wonderful man, for the last time closed your eyes

 

 

My friend, how many of those I know that loved you like a dad

Our hearts and souls ache for the loss of you in our lives

Yet we all thank the Lord for the time allowed to share with you

In all our eyes, truly one Heaven sent man, sleep well my friend

(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

Theological Thoughts Of ‘US’

US

 

The word us is just another word for we

I see no letter I in this word we, do you

I, us or we, what do any of them mean

What do we mean, are we all not but dust

I, us and we, are all but sinew for a grave

 

Us, we are all but a family a faith or a country

Yet, do we exclude those that don’t look like us

If we ride in first class do the others eat our dust

Who is us, if we segregate by skin, faith or by caste

Who will fight our wars and spill their blood for us

 

By political parties we separate yet do any represent us

The media, politicians and the President all seem to hate us

Will we ever learn to live to love to trust, to have faith in us

I do not know the future, yet I wonder, will there be one for us

To love, is it not to be a fool, how can anyone ever trust, in us

 

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

 

 

(Fun Poem) Farm Living

FARM LIVING

 

Have you ever been blessed to live on a country farm

A successful farm is the greatest peace anyone can see

Dark rich soil spreading from the sunrise till light dims

Keep your cities, there’s nothing like a country sunrise

 

If you find a girl who has been choking on the high-rise city air

Allergies, she says she’s allergic to the very air that she breathes

She say’s she loves her penthouse yet smog is all she can ever see

Say’s she loves the great outdoors, but she’s speaking of her balcony

 

Find you a girl who is not a hoe, but where one fits well in her hand

Do Feed Store girls with their tight jeans and Stetson give you a grin

Son, find you a girl with a Knuckle-Head and a two ton Ford to say I do

Ain’t nothing like a barn yard hay spread to turn two into, at least three

 

Yes, farm living is a great life style if you really wish to breathe clean

Dried cow pie fire cooks and heats your coffee and your lunch for free

Double clutching woman spreading her love on the fields of your heart

Farm living is truly a blessing for those who love clean air and being free

 

(Theology Poem) Publicans

PUBLICANS

 

Publicans, do we even know what they be

This is a Jew, who takes your money to a King

Tax Collectors, who are often guilty of extortion

Publicans, even the Lord Jesus called them sinners

Tax Collectors and Whores classed together as one

 

Self Righteous puff themselves up above, such low caste

Is anything lower than a Publican, maybe a snake in grass

We should pray for these evil ones who persecute and use us

What reward for us is there in Heaven if we act as one of them

Yet if we, only salute our loved ones, do not Publicans the same

 

Do we thank the Lord that we are not as any of these sinful ones

Is not the definition of a Heathen and a Publican the very same

Often those Society think is horrible, they are aware of their sins

Yet the self-righteous so often only show kindness to themselves

Who in deed is the real sinner, is it the Publican, or is it really us

 

 

(Theology Poem) The Second Death

THE SECOND DEATH

 

Tell me, can a man die a second time for the same crimes

Can a hanged man be brought back just to be hanged again

When the heart stops can you be revived, just to die again

When lightning strikes can electricity bring the heart back

These things are certainly true, yet they’re not of what I mean

 

Once we die and our brain has stopped, the first death has come

All who have ever lived, will be raised from the dead, one time

The time is coming when they all shall hear Christ’s voice, and arise

Those who did good in their life shall rise to God’s eternal love

For those who were evil they shall face the resurrection of damnation

 

The Father raised His Son Jesus Christ, who only had only once to die

In like manner shall all the followers of Christ be raised to eternal life

Those who knew not the Father nor the Son shall rise unto the flames

They who believed not the love of the Truth, they shall die once again

The Second Death is separation from God, into Hell’s eternal flames

 

 

 

(Christian Poem) Living In The Spirit Of Christ

LIVING IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRIST

 

The human brain can be separated from the host body

Yet the Spirit of God cannot be separated from the brain

Can the Soul of a human be taken from the grasp of God

The Spirit of God and the Soul of a man are not the same

If the Spirit of God indwells even Satan cannot separate you

 

Everyday man kills the body of many sheep belonging to Jesus

Christians love and meekness are counted as weakness to many

Yet Satan nor man can separate God’s love from His believers

Christ now sits at the right hand of the Father interceding for us

Satan can lay nothing at the charge of the Holy Spirit led believer

 

If the Spirit of Christ be within us, the Principalities hold their peace

Know ye not that all things work for the betterment of true Believers

God’s Spirit knows the hearts, minds and Souls of all who love Him

For those who love Him, His Spirit intercedes in our lives and prayers

Living in His Spirit, Christ gives us the glory of God’s love everlasting