(Philosophy Poem) Fear, Anger, And Life

FEAR, ANGER, AND LIFE

 

My heart my heart, how faint are thee

Throbbing, pulsing, connecting my life to Soul

Will you desert me now in this moment of many tears

Do I bow down now for my first time to a local Societies Deity

We all need be sure to Whom it is whose heart we so wish to please

Heart given to Light our Soul freed like an Eagle on a mountain breeze

 

We were all born Alpha in your own life, our’s to give or to keep

To Whom do we bow our head and Soul, to whose Throne is worthy to be

The most precious Jewels of our life, have we ever given so another could live

O Spiritual Soul why would you cower here to another, who is it that you host

Use your Spine, you are not a sterile seed, but a Vine in the lineage of future History

Stare in your mirror, deep eye to eye, your Soul is looking too, can you see, that is you

 

Life is filled with beauty though clouds sometimes do skew our Spiritual view

Humans must hold dear to love, let it overflow heartaches, melting our fears

As we all spin with the Sun, anger sometimes inevitable in the human cycle of life

Dust to dust, too late, if fear or anger ruled our day, and the dreams of our nights

O Heart, O Soul, while air of blue sky from the thought’s of God you still breathe

When a Heart is given in Love, fear only your losing the giver of the heart their of

 

Soul are you one whose Heart’s Beam gives the World no light of which to see

Fear only the darkness of He who stealthily can steal your Soul’s light and love

Andes gives Light to knowledge, Aramaic buried one through nine long ago

Could Ten be The End, when two come down to die by The Weeping Wall, then live

Many of us walk through this life bathed in Light, yet with our eyes tightly closed

Don’t be a coward, angry at any and all, diluted to the beauty of God’s gifts within

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Anger

ANGER

 

O Anger, why do we hold onto the poison you are

Why do any of us allow you space in our heart

Why do we allow you a seat at our table of life

One cannot have both hate and love rule your Soul

 

 

Peace cannot rule us with a hidden dagger in hand

A stealthy dagger of the darkness is no ones friend

Love, cannot be pure with acid on your tongue

This acid, this burning of hate scars heart and Soul

 

 

Anger cannot hide from the eyes of the Prince of Peace

Anger, you are no one’s friend your just a snake trying to feast

You are a Python in the back streets of a polluted heart

Always seeking to constrict and crush all that is good in life

 

 

O Anger and Hate grow wings and fly

To the Gates of Hell whence you came

Anger, I give you no space in my life

Stay here old snake and of hunger you shall die

As ye hang upon your acidic hate filled vines

Poem: Breathless

Breathless

 

Breathless as the womb expands

Breathless till child’s bottom receives it’s very first hand

The cry all parents long for, music to all Grand-Parents hearts

The only time we ever wish to hear our child cry

The child grows from crawling then walking

As all the parents hold their breath

Watching and wondering and waiting

What choices will our little angel make

 

Breathless anticipation, the good we hope for

The bad we pray they will learn from

And never again let it darken their face

As age takes hold of our bodies

We look back upon the life that we lived

Traveling our nation’s highways

In the motor home that our child did give

The vistas of God’s beauty surrounds us

Breathless beauty, where man’s footprint seldom tread

 

Nearly breathless as we are but a step or two

From the calling of the earth, the destiny we all must face

Breathlessly we look back one last time

At the beauty of our children and theirs

Death has only a minute sting as we lay breathlessly in God’s earth

Knowing at His trumpet we will fully see the good and the bad

Breathlessly, hoping to behold our loved ones faces once again

Breathlessly hoping for a smile, not anger, upon our Creators face

Do Young Black Americans Care About The Things MLK Taught?

 

We here some these days about a so-called ‘angry white men’ generation that we are all coexisting in. Out side of angry black folks, usually under fifty years of age, I don’t recalling hearing it outside of the media and their talking heads. Aren’t you as an individual person a bit tired of being told what we are and what we think by the media and the politicians? It does appear to me that by what we get to see and hear from the media is that the current world we are living in here in America is one where the slogan ‘angry black folks’ would be more correct. I never condone violence but anger is another issue all together. Doctor King did not condone violence either yet how could he and God Himself not be angered at the conditions of how non-whites were treated here in America, especially here in the South? Did black people of the 1960’s get treated as less than equals by white American? By what I have seen on film and read in books the horrible history of our Country is that it was pathetic how some folks treated others. Are things anywhere near that bad for black Americans today? Not close. But do black folks get treated as less than equal in some people’s eyes yet today? Of course some do, by some, but absolutely not all. Black Americans just like all Americans have the right to voice their displeasure at the high crime rates and the lack of survivable income level jobs. If you as a person, black or not, believe that your group, race related or not is being treated unfairly we all have the right to get mad yell scream holler and march all we want to, and we have the right to vote. What we do not have the right to do is to be violent, to harm another person. You Cops out there, the same goes for you. No one has the right to  be the aggressor. Today a person gets called a white bigot for ‘my racist’ views. Yet if a person actually listens to the words that came out of Doctor Kings mouth, was he not saying the same things? Was Doctor King a white bigot?

(Philosophy/Poem) Anger

ANGER

 

O Anger, why do we hold onto the poison you are

Why do any of us allow you space in our heart

Why do we allow you a seat at our table of life

One cannot have both hate and love rule your Soul

 

 

Peace cannot rule us with a hidden dagger in hand

A stealthy dagger of the darkness is no ones friend

Love, cannot be pure with acid on your tongue

This acid, this burning of hate scars heart and Soul

 

 

Anger cannot hide from the eyes of the Prince of Peace

Anger, you are no one’s friend your just a snake trying to feast

You are a Python in the back streets of a polluted heart

Always seeking to constrict and crush all that is good in life

 

 

O Anger and Hate grow wings and fly

To the Gates of Hell whence you came

Anger, I give you no space in my life

Stay here old snake and of hunger you shall die

As ye hang upon your acidic hate filled vines

Poem: Breathless

Breathless

 

Breathless as the womb expands

Breathless till child’s bottom receives it’s very first hand

The cry all parents long for, music to all  Grand-Parents hearts

The only time we ever wish to hear our child cry

The child grows from crawling then walking

The parents hold their breath

Watching and wondering

What choices will our little angel make

Breathless anticipation, the good we hope for

The bad we pray they will learn from

And never again let it darken their door

As age takes hold of our bodies

We look back upon the life that we lived

Traveling our nation’s highways

In the motor home that our child did give

The vistas of God’s beauty surrounds us

Breathless beauty, where man’s footprint seldom tread

Nearly breathless as we are but a step or two

From the calling of the earth, the destiny we all must face

Breathlessly we look back one last time

At the beauty of our children and theirs

Now death has only a minute sting as we lay breathlessly in God’s earth

Knowing at His trumpet we will fully see

Breathlessly, hoping to behold our loved ones faces once again

Breathlessly now hoping for a smile, not anger, upon our Creators face