(Philosophy Poem) What A Beautiful Evening

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

(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

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

 

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

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

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) (Am) I A Man Of God

(Am) I A Man Of God

 

Am I indeed a man who puts God first in my life

Are my thoughts, deeds and words truly sanctified

The vowels that I have vowed, have I yet to pay them

The mouth does indeed cause the flesh so many sins

There is no just man who only does good and sins not

 

My Spirit, is it hasty to be angered like unto a drunken Ruler

How can the flesh say with certainty the promises of tomorrow

If a man has Godly wisdom his heart, face and Soul do shine

Can the flesh know a Heavenly secret unless God has given it

Should we all not eat and drink with thankfulness to our giver

 

Man was indeed made upright yet a woman has caused many to bow

A man of God should always live in moderation and within God’s wisdom

God’s wisdom gives moral strength to those who daily seek to live within it

Three events come to all who live under the sun, birth, death then judgement

Man of God, or no, it is the Spirit of God Almighty within us, who proves us

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Are Any Among Us Wise

Are Any Among Us Wise

 

God’s punishment has not yet come upon those who choose to sin

For it is wicked to practice a bitter hatred of those who are strangers

Only the wicked would refuse to feed the hungry who are at their door

Yet some choose only to ensnare the weak and those who are in need

The wicked have earned the hostility the Lord will lay upon their head

 

Just as the house of Lot, the wicked see not their self-made plight

The wicked do not understand the inner strength of a righteous man

The greedy seek not the bosom of safety for they chase others charms

Can the wise or the foolish understand the depths of the Earth or the seas

Wise man, tell us how the Lord has hung all the planets upon nothing

 

Man’s fascination with wickedness perverts the innocent ones body and mind

When we choose to live among wickedness it perverts even the heart and Soul

There’s some who have pleased God whom He has loved He has called up early

Some branches the Lord breaks off early in order to save them from the fires

Blessed are the undefiled barren for God for He will give to them many children

 

What does it profit a man to have 100 children if they grow only to bring shame

Would it not be better to be barren than to be shamed by children who live foolishly

The rich and the poor, the wise and the foolish, we will all be returned to the sand

Is not the rebuke by a wise man better than to be laughed at or even honored by a fool

The ignorant gives counsel without knowledge yet the foolish accepts their wisdom

Wisdom is like fine gold, a gift from God to be shared with those hungry to understand

 

(Philosophy Poem) Sure Step

Sure Step

My next step

Lord where shall it be

I pray for guidance

With every breath, and every step

I know not life’s path

That is set in front of my feet

Lord please be my light

So that my eyes can see my feet

I wish not to wander blindly

With my feet upon soft ground

For in my life I have walked in darkness

With my toes sinking into uncertain ground

Lord, please guide my conscience

Please keep my body and mind sound

Keep me away from life’s deadly holes

Please embed your light into my soul

Lord, I wish not to stumble

Nor fall into Satan’s grasp

Lord please always guide my feet

So I can tell Satan to kiss my ass

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