(Alpha Wolf/Poem) Within My Gaze

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Within My Gaze

(FIRST PUBLISHED 11-8-16)

What is it that your feeble mind thinks I am

I can see my picture as I walk your yard

Upon your T-Shirts, paintings and plates

Displayed proudly upon your walls

 

You think me to be cuddly

Domesticated easily like a lap dog hound

Yet it is only to the giant bear

Have I have ever backed down

 

You come to my home

To sleep, laugh, and play

When was the last time that you ever

Seen me strolling into your home

 

More ignorant than the lamb I had this morning

My belly is grumbling as the dark is setting in

Now do you think I am so cute and cuddly

As I back you down

Your eyes glued, within my gaze

(Poem) Life through a Windshield

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Life through a Windshield

(First published on 3-21-13)

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in movies and in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

 

 

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Bean-town to Shaky to Big D then Windy once again you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KW or Freight Shaker is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

 

 

Back braces, Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and of course Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot freight just can’t wait

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through a windshield is now a life you can’t ever really leave

(Poem: Philosophy) Virtue

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Virtue

 

What is more proof of a mortal than to possess Virtue

Is it not better to be barren while filled with God’s Virtue

Than it is to have many children who are Vile in their heart

Evil and Virtue are know by both man and by God’s Angels

Both are imitated by other humans and missed when gone

 

All Evil is illegitimate and will perish in the walk of time

The land will vomit out even the seeds of a Vile Plant

For the Stalks of the wicked are planted in Volcanic Sand

Their Branches are weak and will be broken off by the wind

Their Fruit will be rotten and not be worthy or be able to live

 

Though the Evil may live long they are but fodder for the Hell’s Fire

When the Righteous die young they are as the Gray Hair in Heaven

Gray Hair is not measured by years but by the Virtue they possessed

Sometimes the Lord takes the Young to save them from Evil surroundings

For by their Virtue even in a short time their Souls were pleasing to God

For through Grace, Mercy and Virtue He watches over all of His Holy Ones

 

(Poem) Hating Haters

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Hating Haters

 

I hate the haters, don’t you too

I hate them for what they do

I hate them for what they don’t

I hate them because they look like me

I hate them because they don’t

 

Haters twist their faith and moral judgments

They make a distinction when none is due

In the Name of God through ignorance toil

In God’s Name some choose to burn a Cross

Not seeing that their Soul they set aflame

 

Hate is the evil nature of an earthly man

For in God they do not see nor do they please

Hate is for the wicked like Trump and his clan

If you live by faith then have no part of them

For hate is wicked and will only get one condemned

(Poem, Written After Much Prayer) A Hole In Your Soul

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A Hole In Your Soul

 

America, where is it that you have gone too

It is getting difficult to recognize you anymore

My heart is bleeding from the holes in your Soul

My innocent children lay dead upon the ground

Stench of innocent blood I smell upon My Throne

 

The bounties given, you have trashed and thrown down

Gifts given you not seen since the day Israel was born

My patients wears thin with your hate bursting from within

You are many but to Me, but to Me, you are all my children

With your mouth you say you are Mine, your ways say you lie

 

Your Leaders like so many of your children and priests are far from Me

How long should I continue to withhold My hand from your face

My ways are no longer your ways, not for a long time now it seems

Should I not condemn you for innocent blood spilled upon the ground

You do not know Me, you no longer care, for the gaping hole in your Soul

 

 

 

(Poem) Borrowed Time

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Borrowed Time

 

From the second the heart beats

The first one in the Mothers womb

For everyone there will come a time

No one ever escapes their own destiny

One day the heart and life will flat-line

 

From our first breath we can not hide

Ever creature that is born will one day die

Many will be blessed with a long happy life

Some still in the womb will be snipped of time

We know not the second the heart will not beat

 

Live your life to the pleasure of the Lord inside

Enjoy the sky the grass the bounties of your life

Live to the fullest with faith from the Soul inside

Show your love to all before the closing of your eyes

Tomorrow may not be for we all exist, on Borrowed Time

(Poem) Knowledge And Faith

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Knowledge And Faith

 

I like everyone am but flesh, blood and bone

Descendants from both Kings and from Beggars

Nine plus months we were nurtured in the womb

Our first sound was like all, from a slap on the butt

Knowledge we learn is from both the flesh and Spirit

 

There is but one entrance into this human life

And there is only one way that we will leave it

We need to hope, wish and pray for understanding

Always we should pray for knowledge to be given us

Knowledge and faith are tools to cast down evil Thrones

 

Salvation will come to the Soul who through Faith earns it

Knowledge and one’s Faith are indeed ones unfailing treasures

Yet are our ways and thoughts worthy of God’s good judgement

The Spirit of Knowledge is Faith and worthy of God’s blessings

Nothing in the life of a Mortal is a more blessed gifts then these

 

(Philosophy Poem) Living Under The Cross

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Living Under The Cross

 

When we are born we unite the Soul and the Body

What did we know then that we have forgotten later

From the womb we are all known by our Creator

Did we know then that our Soul was actually older

Yet, in the darkness of the womb we do learn much

 

When our eyes are opened and our bottom is slapped

Our first scream will it be just the first of many to endure

The Soul enters the body and we all become a living Being

So much to learn about this new world we were now given

Life, skin color, flags, to us, what do they really represent

 

We learn to play, to live, also how to hate and how to love

Through parents, through school, life is filled with learning

What is important, what is not, how to steal and how to lie

Is there a place for faith, or is faith just a waste of our time

Like it or not, we all live and we die under the blood of the Cross

(Philosophy Poem) The Good The Bad And The Evil

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The Good The Bad And The Evil

 

It is better to be barren with virtue than to have children to feed to the fire

Children are indeed a blessing if we bring them up with the mercy and love

For virtue, love and truth will lead both the parent and child to immortality

Truth is that it is better to be blessed by our Creator than by wealthy mortals

True virtue is a prize that will lead those who have it to be given a crown by God

 

The love and the cheers of the unGodly has never saved anyone from the fire

The fruit of the evil one has roots only in the dust and it always fails in time

Fierce winds are sent to test both the evil as well as the pure children of God

Branches of the wicked will snap and be gathered to be burned in the Lords time

For it is true that produce of poison will kill both the eater as well as the producer

 

Old age is both the wisdom and the gray hair even to the young who is truly wise

Sometimes the righteous are called up by God to save them from evil that surrounds

For to live a blameless life is the true sign of wisdom and evil hates even their scent

The Lord sometimes calls up the young to save their Soul from the sinners among them

For it is better to die young and pure than to live long and grow evil with one’s years

The Good the Bad and the Evil ones will all face the Judgement Seat of Christ in time

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Finding God

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Finding God

 

Who truly is ever able to find the Lord

Or is it the Lord who finds the faithful

Those who trust in the Lord will find Him

Evil thoughts separate evil from the good

For the Spirit of God will not enter the deceitful

 

They who truly love God will flee from deceit

Foolish thoughts will lead to an unrighteous end

The Spirit of God knows the fool and the fraud

The Lord is witness to the inner thoughts of the heart

For a lying mouth truly destroys ones very own Soul

 

Do not bring your death by the evil of your own hands

For the Lord created all things to live in happiness

God’s righteousness is immortal and Hades but dust

The body is ashes and no one returns from beneath

For In time our name and our monuments will be forgotten

 

Life is but a shadow and the ticking of the universal clock

Come and enjoy the gifts laid before us without murmuring

Death entered our world through the envy of the Devil against us

Yet the Souls of the righteous are in the Hands of the living God

At death their Soul is a peace and no torment will touch them