(History/Poem) Tangled And Twisted: The Belvidere Illinois F-4 Tornado

Tangled And Twisted

 

April 21st, 1967 a day that I remember well

In my mind, this day will always in infamy live

This day an F-4 tornado tore into our hometown

Killing and hurting so many the day darkness kissed

 

 

About four on Friday afternoon it showed its wrath

Down the business twenty corridor this killer swept

Hitting the Chrysler Assembly Plant about change of shift

Pacemaker grocery store and Highland Hospital it hit

 

 

Houses in the neighborhoods swept clean to cement

To the high school with children filled buses it went

Buses thrown like bowling pens, its wrath did vent

Many a white crosses are for so many of the children

Now lay in rest with white stones at their heads

The living hearts broken from the day of the twist

 

 

It’s not just cars and houses that are missed

It’s survivors lives such storms tangle and twist

Empty desks within the classrooms never filled

Forever a reminder of friends that we still miss

An F-4 tornado our lives it did tangle and twist

(Philosophy/Poem) I Saw An Angel Of The Lord And Lived

I Saw An Angel Of The Lord And Lived

 

This poem is derived from a writing of King David of Israel about one of his sins in regards to the counting of the people of Israel even though God told him not to do it. This Scripture is found in 1 Chronicles 21: 15-27.

 

O my Lord my God what evil I have done in your sight

You told me not to number, but yet I ordered it done

Nine plus months my Generals did gather the count

One point one million ready to draw the sword

Not counting the women and children they do guard

 

 

The message from God, an arrow through my soul

Three choices, to heavy for any one man to bare

Three days of pestilence upon God’s holy land

Seven years of famine upon the King and the land

Or, flee for three months before those that want my head

O Lord how greatly I Your servant have sinned

 

 

The pestilence I have chosen upon your people and land

My sin, caused the death of seventy thousand valiant men

O’ Lord You have opened my eyes, my ego You have crushed

The Lord’s Angel now I see, my fright now deep into my bones

Lord thank you for staying the hand of Your Angel

Thank you Lord for sparing Your Holy City, Jerusalem

 

 

For fifty shekels of silver, Oman’s threshing floor I did buy

Offering to you Lord, sweet fragrances to your Throne on high

Thank you Lord for staying Your Angel’s wrath from our head

By the gift of Your great mercy O Lord I’ll not disobey again

My eyes have seen one of Your Holy Angels my sweet Lord

By Your mercy O Lord, I and Your people You allowed us to live

The Wall Of Shame

The Wall Of Shame

Why do we build, to keep out

Was not Berlin’s built to keep in

The Great Wall of China can be seen from space

Decide what is real, do you live a sanctified life

Your reflection in the world’s looking glass

Does it show but one face or do you have many

Division from the south, but not from the north

Do you not see your two faces shining

 

What do you think your wall will facilitate

The poor of the south are humans just like you

Hungry, tired, and scared, they come to your gates

Looking for a safe place to build, and work and pray

We build a higher wall, we tell them they have to wait

From terrorist and drugs, you say your wall will defend

You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends

 

How is it you can be so cold yet say you’re a Christian

Do you not know, nor see, nor care, people are starving

By your actions you do offend the Lord Himself

Do you not think that a terrorist or a drug King Pin

Can enter your haven from the cold frozen north

Do not speak to me of family values ye hypocrite

As children and mothers die of hunger and guns

At the foot of this wall, this barrier you create

Young Soldier

Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be Generals and Sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

President Mom calling a truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Our personal sandbox full of new thrills

 

17 who can now say that I am not a man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with 203 in my hand

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger the trigger I quietly squeeze

One less breath, one less enemy,one less man

As the earth inhales their blood

To me one more notch, one more trophy

As his last breath leaves with the wind

Is there blood on your conscience

For the blood on your hands

Not knowing your temple

Is the target

17 your life is over

Before it began

Quiet Night

 

Quiet Night

Doth one tremble in the day

Anxiety ripping through one’s flesh and bone

Trembling for what the night’s darkness holds

Do we stumble and fall while in the light

So afraid of what the night will show

Turn not thy foot from the door as night doth set

If we step into the dark of night

Doth the shimmering light still guide our step

As it fades ever dimmer beneath the streets

Do we fear that which we do not know

Do we stumble upon that which we cannot see

Do the stars shine does the moon give it’s glow

O child of man so foolish are we

Bed down in your castle

Where candles and lanterns abound

Walk in the light while it still can be found

Keep your door closed to the darkness

The viper awaits, no sound did it make

Attached to your shin your death it awaits

Six feet closer to Hell in the darkness you wait

You chose to walk in the darkness of this world

Now the lake of your new Master awaits

Can you smell the sulfur as Your Soul He takes

Queen Piggy

 

Queen Piggy was a pretty little girl

We inherited her when cancer

Took her mommy from this earthly world

She was a mere six months old

When she came prancing and dancing

Into our family’s little fold

She was so cute you just had to hold and love her

For wherever she was, she always stole the show

Everyone who cast their eyes upon her

Would soon lose their heart to this hairy little girl

For 18 years she ruled our home

To her, every hand was a friend

For everyone always wanted to

Pet her or hold her,

Even with her snarly little grin

You see, Queen Piggy was a Pekingese

With smashed snout, hairy little toes

And her toothy little smile

Everyone that she met was now

Her newest best friend

We loved this little girl

As to our home, light she did bring

But now it’s the Angels turn

To smile with Queen Piggy

Tucked up underneath their wings

Here on earth we will always miss her

For all the smiles she did bring

But who am I to complain of missing her

For last night in my dreams

I saw Piggy fast asleep being petted by our Savior

There upon His knee

Trump: The Result Of An Affluenza Child Now An Affluenza Old Man

 

My commentary this evening was brought on by President Trumps latest immature tweets about the two folks who do a radio program called ‘The Morning Joe’. Like most Americans I wish that our President would be banned from Twitter as long as he is still our President because he does tend to say many things that are beneath the dignity of the Office he holds. Mr. Trump in my opinion has done many things to show his lack of knowledge since he has been in Office like not knowing that his favorite former President had died more than 15 years before the Civil War ever started yet was speaking about how he was distraught about that war. He has shown that he knew basically nothing about issues in the Middle East even though he liked to brag how he knew more than our military Generals knew and he has made it clear that he has no need for morning briefings from our Intelligence Agency Heads. Yet to me the most embarrassing thing he has done yet is how he acted at the group photo at the last NATO Summit. When he pushed the Prime Minister out of the front row center spot that he, Mr. Trump wanted to be in, he actually embarrassed me that he was even an American let alone our President.

 

Most of us probably remember at least a little bit about the young man in California that was nicknamed the ‘affluenza’ brat from a wealthy family who killed 4 people (if I remember correctly) while driving a car while drunk. His lawyer was able to get him off with just probation and no jail time because he had been raised ‘to wealthy’ to know right from wrong. He must have had an amazing lawyer and or an incompetent Judge for that verdict to have happened. You would think that a child who is being raised in a home where the family is in need of nothing would be a very grateful young person and not a menace to society but this is not always the reality. There is also another issue here in America where our legal system does not tolerate parents if they in any way discipline their child and the children know this so many act out like pure spoiled brats. Yet when a child acts out at school the courts then blame the parents for doing a bad job of raising their child when in many cases it is the politicians and courts that are to blame and not the parents.

 

I have always been a person who has been pleased when someone I know accomplishes something like being able to purchase a new car or is able to buy a new house or even be able to purchase a new living room suite or a new lawn mower. I have always been pleased when a person through their hard work or even good luck is able to become quite wealthy, as long as they did it honestly and decently. When a person obtains their wealth through stealing from other people then I have no respect for them.

 

Donald Trump grew up in a very wealthy household and all I can say about that is, good for him. His Dad taught him many things in his childhood years, some good some bad, just like most parents do. Donald Trump was given millions from his Dad when he graduated college and all I can say to that is, good for him. The issue I have with Donald Trump is his pure greed and huge ego as those two issues are an embarrassment to any person whom possesses them. Mr. Trump has bullied and stolen his way into becoming the billionaire that he is on the backs of anyone he felt he could ‘get over’ on. He has proven without any doubt that money is his God and when this is so a person tends to act like an immature habitual liar just as he is today and it appears that he has always been. I will end this commentary with this one thought and hope, for our Nations sake I really hope that somehow Mr. Trump would grow up and act like a responsible adult and quit acting like a little spoiled affluenza child in an old man’s body.

Service The Corporate American Way

 

Service, have you seen anything resembling it today

Gas, coffee, morning biscuits, factory and office we slave

Ever receive a smile or a thank you for your work today

Drive ups for breakfast and lunch, and of course, wrong change

Hope against hope, correct order maybe one time in five

So many counters your native tongue you will seldom hear

Wishing for a smile or a kind word that might lighten your day

Receiving ignoring, frowns, cursing while on their phones instead

Now unload and reload, give them your money, hurry through the line

Profane gestures and lip if perceived to be slowing their money train

 

Wally-World, when it comes to service taught the world how not to be

Employees catch all the garbage as it flows down from Arkansas hills

At the bottom of the latter with smiles they throw it in the workers face

Take all your money make you pack your own order no time to count change

They got all your money they snarl and hiss then push you out of the way

 

Home at last to enter your personal version of bliss

Kids ignore you, spouse flapping lips, hate received, no kiss

With the world outside their minds, full of hate, home at last

Your cat pee’s on your feet, your dog takes a bite out of your knee

To the basement to your kids hidden Colombian Gold

Aw the flower of our youth, before depression took its hold

Looks like Jose’ Cuervo, Colombian, and I tonight have a date

 

Service, a six letter word with four letter Corporate distaste

Our modern world, service only given if you pay your all to play

Poor people aren’t even worth throwing their carcass’ in a grave

Only then government and the 1% quit pushing you out of their sight

Like Trump at NATO pushing the Prime Minister out of His place

 

 

A Hollow Vessel

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that your body is a Holy vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If your Soul lacks God, your hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

India: PM Modi, Sir India Is Not A Democracy If You Do Not Have Religious Freedom

To India’s Prime Minister Modi:

This article is in regard to a story I read earlier today from the Christian Post. In several regards this article if it is true shows that India is not yet a true democracy. For any country to actually be a democracy there are many issues that must be addressed, in this article I am only going to try to address a few of these ideals. In a true democracy there has to be equality in areas of their caste system where anyone can move up, or down in the financial arenas depending on their own abilities. All adults must be allowed to vote for whomever they chose at least as long as they are not convicted felons who are in jail at the time of the elections. This last issue I have with your government is in regard to India not having true honest religious freedom.

 

I do believe that India is a great country right now yet it could be so much more if the political will is there. The article today in the Christian Post said that six Christian adults were arrested last month for taking 72 Christian children of Christian parents to a ‘vacation Bible school’. A State can not prosper for all of its citizens if they cannot worship their God as they see fit. The only exception to this rule should be if the religion is telling people to go into the population and attack and or kill people who don’t agree with them and their ‘God’s’ teachings. If a person actually knows anything about the New Testament Scriptures of the Bible then they know that the Scriptures do not teach violence toward anyone. As you well know Mr. Modi there are some ‘Religions’ that do teach such violence and not even as arbitrarily, but as a requirement. Mr. Modi, is the Hindu Religion really one of these Demonic Cults? I believe that the Nation of India can be the greatest Democracy size wise on this planet in about 20 or 30 years and you may think it is now but with these glaring flaws that is not so, not yet. If the politicians in your country do not fix these serious issues I believe your future will look like a mixture of Iran and China except not Islamic or Atheist but a horrible debased Hindu State that will end up having no semblance of Democracy or freedom.