We Shall Meet Again In The Great ‘Bye And Bye’

We Shall Meet Again-In The Great ‘Bye And Bye’

 

Just a few days ago a good friend of mine died

I have been thinking about how to pay Him Respect

The man let me marry His Daughter 18 years back

Two Mother-N-Laws from one Bride, lucky that I am

The day I met Him I knew we were going to be friends

The last time we stood face to face, knowing it’s our last

We promised the next time We see each other, after this

Will be In the ‘Great Bye and Bye’ – we will see each other again

(Personal/Philosophy/Poem) 49 Years Ago Today

49 Years Ago Today

 

49 years ago this afternoon my big Brother got hitched

Real good woman, two kids, to bad he couldn’t adapt

1968 how many worlds and life times ago was that

Think about it, Nixon hadn’t even lied to us Turnips yet

This year ignorance killed a Doctor in Memphis, Mr. King

 

12 yrs old, call came in Dad’s favorite Brother lay dying

An hour ago got the call my Father-in-Law has passed away

If your old enough, look at the world in 1968, look at it now

If you found away to go back to 1968, would you take that leap

Even with today’s brain, could our heart endure the pain again

 

In a perfect world big Brother and His Bride are still dancing

On today’s clock for 25 years now my Brother has been buried

The events of life that we all have seen, good, bad and nasty

Could our minds handle the shock of seeing all the dead again

If tonight you could go back to 1968, live it again, would you

Today Columbus inadvertently started the end of many Nations

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Where Is The Wrath Of God?

Where Is The Wrath Of God

 

Why do the Evil get richer and the poor die in squalor

We spread our seed as we work our own will to the top

A disease, a rock, or a fool with a Bomb could kill us

Populations within one country fight with the other

World regions where their Leaders strut like a giddy hen

 

One people rule another for the riches their lands possess

We have progressed to where we have Lion Trophy Hunts

The very richest take the power like lumber, oil and gold

Indigenous, run through like a bulldozer through a hut

All lies, the Earth is not warming and the Seas aren’t rising

 

When there is no profitable  work for the poor, why have them

Round them up like we did the Indian Tribes way back when

If you can’t Pay to Play you do not have any God-given rights

How un-holy, those who have, sharing with those lazy Sloths

The Wealthy are the Connected they choose who the world hates

 

Where is the Wrath-of-God, just a fantasy of the weak and foolish

Where is the Wrath-of-God, Man rules the sky, land and the Seas

We kill all who wont bow to the will of the Richest Men, as they take

Wisdom to the foolish there is no such thing as the Wrath-of-God

‘Thou Fool’ the Rich and Poor, we all are to taste of death one time

The Wrath-of-God, that is the second death and I hear it’s kinda hot

 

(Philosophy/Poem) All Countries Have Dark Shadows And Secrets

 

Is there any ground that is not stained with innocent blood

Through the thousands and thousands of human years told

Every Clan every village every woman every child and man

There are shadows that move in the back swamps at night

Every Pod sprouts out into the light showing good seed and rotten

 

Here in the U.S. our own History shows we invaded every neighbor

There is blood on the hands of everyone who survived a cleansing

Freedom ain’t Free if all flows to the top end of big Gov and Corporate

How many fields and streams have flowed red with the innocent

Political Media spin put up a face act all amazed to learn about you

 

Ain’t nobody without a little dirt kicked onto a family grave

We won our freedom but how many free people did we kill

Some blood were proud of spilling, some were ashamed of

Can any Country live Free without making a mistake of two

There are dark shadows in the forest and swamps of all Lands

 

(Salute/Poem) A Rainy Day In The Bluegrass

A Rainy Day In The Bluegrass

 

(This poem is dedicated to my Father-in-Law Glenn Wright who

is very, very close to saying goodbye to us this evening. Dad is at

the stage where if you are merciful, please pray for Dad to let go,

to go to sleep. He told me his wishes several times, to let Him go.)

 

 

I was graced to be born in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia

One of Yahweh’s beautiful landscapes for the human eye to see

Lived many a year on the land where Mr. Crockett called home

All are lands where the Fiddle and the Banjo still sing their songs

Too lay down in the ground where Mr. Boone once had a Fort

Blessed to have been born in one of God’s beautiful Mountain Resort

We all must face that rainy day, as for me I wish to be lain, under Bluegrass

 

(Writing this piece this evening as I was working on the sections I realized even more things that we two had in common. Either way, I salute you Sir, you are a very good Father-in-Law, thank you for giving me such a wonderful Lady and Son.)

(Philosophy/Poem) High On A Mountain Top

High On A Mountain Top

 

Driving a truck for a living you see a lot of sights

The North East big cities and give you thrills or chills

Corn, grain or hay the flat grounds will depress the insane

Cast your sight into the Western Sun let your eyes fill

Snow caps in June enough to get an old heart a pumping

With an 80 thousand pound sled from Peak to dead

 

 

Because of your sense of duty you will race a storm at times

3 Hours over on the Book can save you 3 days buried in Butte

Yet sitting in a Truck Stop Parking lot in Butte is its own thrill

The land around Missoula Montana must be Hollowed Ground

High up on the Mountain Top in the Blue Ridge I was born

On this Mountain Top in Kentucky you can see Heavens Gates above

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Protect With Both: Your Bible And Your Gun

Protect With Both: Your Bible And Your Gun

 

Taking the breath away from another should never become easy

When a stranger comes to your door do you always ooze kindness

Self-famous Leaders take all of the rights, away from their slaves

Only the Wolves should have fangs, we others should bow down

Governments say that they are for the good of man, they mean them

 

The fool and the ignorant say there is no God that we have to obey

Everyone is a Spiritual Being who came from God and will go back

The so-called Left can not see the Spiritual ignorance they are in

Some folks on the Right want to use a tank to hunt down Bugs Bunny

The Left nor the Right are able to see that Freedom lies in the middle

 

Someone has always tried to deny the Works of a Divine Being, a God

There are always some who would give all your freedoms away, for peace

Why some Politicians so eager to have all their constituents unarmed

The foolish they try to kill God and education, at school and Peoples homes

A Free People only stay free by the Grace of God and their strength of Arms

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Will We Recognize The King

Will We Recognize The King

 

Disciples did not recognize Him as He spoke with them

Jesus standing on the shore conversing as if they were friends

Granted, when one has died seeing them again can be a surprise

Will we recognize the Hand that reaches into the sea to save us

To look up from the depths were drowning in and see the face of God

 

Samaria, the woman at Josephs Well though seeing did not see Him

Have we had five loves yet still with another we choose to lay our head

Ye think not that the Spirit of God can not see below the dirt we all wear

The Mountains shall be flat, Jerusalem shall be laid in total nuclear waste

The Kingdom is the Spirit of God, we have to wish to see our Creators Face

 

Do not be like the Bridesmaids who left themselves alone out in the dark

Possessed by the Spirit of Christ you will recognize the voice and face of God

We are all possessions, we were all bought and paid for by the blood of the Lamb

Can we not see an understand that all of Creation was created by the great “I Am”

We will recognize the King because we are inside of Him and He inside of us

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Saying Goodbye, Again

Saying Goodbye, Again

 

(This is dedicated to a man I look up to, my Father-In-Law, Glenn Wright)

 

How many times do we say goodbye, to the same one

We lose them in dreams at night even before their gone

The pain of reality like sharp darts to the Core of the Heart

Laying down, one you love, tears the Soul into many pieces

Yet I know that they knew, they were so dearly loved by  I

Does one truly die if loved ones cherish the thought of them

We may all say goodbye once, location of the second, is the trip

(Philosophy/Poem) Explain Your Self

Explain Your Self

 

Just who do we really think we are

If a stranger asked our spouse about us

What is it do we think they would really say

Would they paint the stranger a happy picture

Or, would they vent and spit venom at our name

 

Our Children, do you think they ever really knew us

Ever wonder what our kids and theirs think about us

Do you think about if they know you really do love them

Our childhood, how did we really manage to survive it

What have we done for those we can say we really love

 

So many failures, so many things I wish I could change

Were you are a child just trying to learn to stay out of the way

If you were never taught reality, how can one manage to find it

We hopefully can reach old age if we can live long enough to enjoy it

An Old Wise Man told me this just a few days before he passed away

When we finally learn our self, its time to give our Soul back to God