(Hard Philosophy Poem) When We Lie, Why We Lie

WHEN WE LIE, WHY WE LIE

 

You asked me a simple question

You wish to know my hidden truth

You asked me, why did I lie to you

Can you really handle direct honesty

Did you think you really knew me

 

I ask you, who do you think you are

Why do you think you matter to me

Do you actually think I care about you

Why should I waste my time with your tears

Do you think you’re more than amusement to me

 

I lie to you because I enjoy the game of your ignorance

I lie to you because you are not worthy of my sincerity

I play with your feelings because I find it fun to do

My affections, why do you think I should care about you

I lie to you because I believe you’re not worthy of the truth

 

If I believed you to be a real actual human being

If I honestly thought you worthy of a second of time

If I thought you to be a real person with a living Soul

If I cared at all about your feelings or of your tears

Then I nor you nor any person, would ever, be lied to

(Humor Poem) La’ Pue

LA’ PUE

A skunk is just a kitty with a stripe up it’s back
The front end has the teeth yet the back-end, the attack
O’ Day perfume or O’ Day toilet, you find in the swanky stores
Give your date all natural Skunk Oil, you, she’ll never forget
Give her a kitty with its own perfume bag, a guaranteed success
Granny Clampett was said to have a great road kill stew
Elvira made a soup that was rumored to be able to eat you
Crockett and Boone wore skin hats with a decorative tail
You ever seen a coat with a white stripe up it’s back
Ever been served a meal where your teeth pulled themselves
See them roll down the hall like Chiclets to escape the smell
Beware when you see one of these kitty’s raise their tail
Don’t stand and watch the show, you’ll find it’s not a salute
You may think you are starved and would do anything for a meal
Do yourself a great favor, stay away from their southern end
Even a wolf or a grizzly sees their tail up in the air, they know to spin
Better to dream of maggot grits or even cow pie and pig knuckle stew
One bite and you’ll learn why the French call this kitty, Pepe La’ Pue

(Humor Poem) The Apple (Granny’s Dark Side)

THE APPLE (GRANNY’S DARK SIDE)

 

 

Was it given by Eve

Did it make us all die

Is it now baked in Hell’s ovens

Do the Demons enjoy a tart pie

Are you really the apple of your Granny’s eye

 

Thanksgiving meal or 4th of July pie

Tempered with arsenic or cyanide dye

Grandma Eve, your Grandpa long ago died

Little children be careful what you eat

If Granny’s got burning embers in her eyes

 

Will an apple a day really keep evil away

Depends on the cook and if today is your day

Little green apples turn the bowels into knots

Red rotten baked with dead worms in the crust

Granny turned all the little monsters back into dust!

(Biblical Philosophy Poem) In The Beginning

IN THE BEGINNING

 

How is it that you know nothing

How is it that you see nothing

How is it that you do not understand

O’ man, how is it that your so deaf to my words

 

 

You send men and machines to the planets

Yet you do still have no understanding

That it is by My Hand, and by My Love

By which you have a place on which to stand

 

 

Lend me your eyes now My Son, My Daughter

I will show you now once again plainly

Some of the things which you have missed

Through ignorance, and worldly deceit your blind

 

 

My truth to you has been disguised and hidden

Cloaked, by He whom I cast out, with burning eyes

In the beginning, as it is written there were two creations

The Gentiles first, In My eyes the lesser of the two men

 

 

Gentiles, unclean just a couple absent links

Above the Monkeys, dogs, and the swine

They populated the land, as they were told to do

I watched them in amusement but mostly in horror

 

 

At all the scenes before my eyes unfolded

Through the years your tribes did blend

Through time you looked more like Us

Than the places in which you began

 

 

I planted My Garden between Urmia and Nod

There I breathed life into the First Earthly Man of God

From his side a mate, to share these pleasures I gave

The rivers flowed peacefully for this My Royal Blood Line

 

 

Red Eyes slithered into My Garden We had given to them

Deceived the woman, then she deceived also her man

Their eyes now open to their sins, their nakedness seen

I cast My children out into the world of the Heathen

 

 

Two beginnings, two People, open your eyes so you can see the Truth

Blood of God’s Lamb I spilled for your Soul now I come to redeem it

Soon I will come to see you but, will you wish to see my Angels and Me

If you’re as blind to the end as you are to the writings of your beginning

When the Trumpet sounds your plea’s, will not be worth one of your pennies

 

(Spiritual Poem) Israel O Israel

ISRAEL O ISRAEL

 

The courting of evil will be your destruction

Yahweh will through your folly lure you to ruin

Hosea before hand has warned you of your fall

Your prayers are not given through fear of your God

Your fears are like those of the pain of a howling beast

 

Israel your prayers do not proceed from your love of God

You weep like a beast who knows not their own destruction

You cry out yet your prayers are only for material possessions

Your prayers are but a religious exercise like that of heathen

Your heart is rebellious like a starving wolf pup against a lion

 

The Devil walks among you as He destroys your Temples of worship

Punishment is for your idolatry and your disloyalty to your own Father

You cry unto God but without faith your words are but in the wind

Revolution and idolatry has turned your milk and honey into sand

The Golden Calf of Bethel was just the beginning of your treason

 

Faith will heal you yet gluttony and greed will certainly kill you

Innocent blood seeping into the ground is to you, unforgiven

Foolish children, Yahweh is your Father, the Earth is your Mother

The blood of blind oxen and lame sheep will not purify your sins

The Temple Mount is My Throne yet you allow Satan to defile it

 

(Real World Poem) Terrorism

TERRORISM

 

What in the name of Satan has terrorism ever been good for

Do we pretend that innocent blood has no matter to God

The Devil’s broad-ax is heated in the delusions of evil men

Raid upon raid blood upon blood dry bones baking in the sun

Can civilization grow when the stench of blood is on your hands

 

Generation’s grow more hate filled with the passing of time

How deeply does the blood splatter upon your hate filled Souls

Those that you kill is it for flag, honor, their land, God or gold

In whose Army do you ride upon the ancient Saints dry bones

Do you ride with or against the Four-Horsemen Revelation foretold

 

Fear and tyranny, do you claim Valhalla or virgins as our life’s goal

Kill all who are not like you, is this really God’s or Satan’s own will

Satan tries to wash his hands in the blood of God’s Holy Saints

Black pajamas nor bright white sheets can save the Soul within

Nation against nation, clan against clan, all blood is red spilt

 

I kill you or you kill me the breath we all breathe is the same

Does God require blood sacrifices to turn little boys into men

Terror you have given, at your death, Satan laughs in your face

Idiots, the Devil takes the breath of the innocent, at your hand

Terrorism and God have nothing to do with each other my friend

Saints blood you have spilled, now you sink into Hell through the sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Poem) O Say Can You See—(George W Bush and the Saudi King)

O SAY CAN YOU SEE

 

O say can you see the demons in white

Weather in an office of Oval or Mecca’s moonlight

O how they smile and they grin

While at the ranch they walk holding hands

Their black gold is only a means to their ends

To God or to man they are no humans friends

When your goal is power and wealth

Their prayers, God turns his face, an abomination to Him

They are only for others consumption

As they try so hard to conceal the Demon’s within

O say can you see your Master awaits

At the lake filled with fire their eternity awaits

While it is still day and your fate is not yet set

These leaders remain in my prayers though they don’t care

Hoping for all , this fate, is one we are all able to escape

(Spiritual Poem) Holy Man By Choice And By Grace

HOLY MAN (OR WOMAN) BY CHOICE AND BY GRACE

 

Like it or not we are what we are chosen and given

We can choose our path, to the light or to the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we see it or not

We choose to walk in the light or the shadows dark

 

 

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am whether with a Halo or a Pitchfork

Do we love the Son of God, more than mans toys

We all sin daily for just like you, I am only a man

Holy Ones have the Soul of a Lion and heart of a dove

 

 

If I forgive, and hold not your sins against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

Being a Man of God is an honor it is Lord given

Not from our own righteousness, but His grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

 

 

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed to be

To have my Soul full of strength and my heart of love

Always willing to speak what we now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that we dare to speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is not a life for the meek

(Spiritual Poem) Walk The Line Toward The Light Of Jesus

WALK THE LINE TOWARD THE LIGHT OF JESUS

 

Walk the Line toward the light of God

Lord please guide the path my feet trod

Please keep my toes from out the grave

Keep the sheets clean upon my bed

 

 

When I go out deep in the night

Please keep a lit lantern in my hand

With my old eyes I stumble and fall

There’s many a bruise upon my head

 

 

Though I try to walk a pure lit path

To every side I still do slip and fall

Our Lord’s hand keeps me from the pit

Why is a straight line so hard to walk

 

 

There is a light so bright that it can not be hid

Try not to step to the right nor the left of its glow

Though short skirts, cocaine, and money may thrill

This same combination can be lethal to life and limb

 

Walk straight our path with God’s light of love in hand

Making ones sins like the grain beneath a grinders wheel

Walk a straight path toward the Light on the Temple Mount

The light that is The Son Of Man that can not be put out

(Real Life Poem) Temptation

TEMPTATION 

 

What is it that overtakes, frightens or excites us

Why do we lower ourselves to show our own shame

We know that we shouldn’t touch that hot candle flame

Dripping with desire, is it worth the pain and the shame

 

 

Like fine dark chocolate sin melts on both of our tongues

The sweet taste of victory if we don’t mind the hidden sins

Yet is it worth the pain when in tears our wife says, explain

Our sins, her slit wrists, blood on our hands as she lay dying