(Poem) Barrels For Bullets

 Barrels For Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

(Honesty Poem) Life Is Filled With Breathless Moments

Breathless

(FROM MAY OF 17)

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 Elders 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 will face

Breathlessly we look back one last time for memories

At the beauty of our children and their children and theirs again

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

Knowing at His trumpet we will fully see our 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

Why Is Telling The Truth Such An Unacceptable Thing To Do These Days?

Why Is Telling The Truth Such An Unacceptable Thing To Do These Days?

 

Does it bother you that so many people lie so easily today? Does it seem to you that there are people who go out of their way on an issue just so they can tell a lie instead of the truth? Which bothers you the most, when you are being lied to and you know it as the words are being spoken, or when you are lied to but don’t find out about it until later? How about when your own children lie to you, or how about when other people’s children do it to you? Then of course there is the reality of having a spouse whom will lie to you while looking you straight in the eyes, it’s always fun having a spouse like that. How about your neighbor, your boss, co-workers, politicians, or even the evening news anchors, do they ever lie to you/us? Do they lie to us daily? Or do they only lie when they open their mouth?

 

I have come across some folks in my life who had the opinion that if someone told them something and that answer turned out to be wrong then that meant they were lied to. Being wrong about something, even when you personally believe something to be true when you said it, does not mean that you lied when you spoke, it just means that you were wrong on that issue. How do we ever figure our what truth is when so many lie today using their lies as some kind of stupid childish game? It is easy to say that lairs have no integrity, but, do you ever lie on purpose? If you are a person whom says they are a moral, faithful person, a good Christian, do people know you to be a liar also? If we are a liar, are we really a good person, a faith filled person, a moral person or a real Christian? One of the biggest problems with Senator Ted Cruz of Texas is not that he is a liar, it is that he is a man who lies a lot, on purpose for the means to deceive, as he holds a Bible in his hand and calls himself a Christian. He is the type of “warm water” that Jesus spoke of in Revelation as it is this type of person that Mr. Cruz is that helps in giving all of Christianity, thus Jesus, a bad name.

 

Truth, or truthfulness by definition means the true actual state of a matter, in other words, 100% truth. Another good definition about truth is that it conforms with fact/reality, something that is verifiable. The word truth as an idiom: reality, fact, actually. When I went to look the word truth up in the index of my KJV Bible the sub-title reads “that which agrees with final reality”. In the Bible verse of John 14:6 Jesus is quoted as saying “I am the truth, and the life: no man can come to the Father but through me”. There is only one real truth and that is the pure truth according to Jesus for He is Truth. If my statements do not agree with the Truth that Jesus has given to all people of the Earth through the Holy Spirit inspired Word of God, then I am either incorrect, or I have lied to you. Personally I don’t think there is anything on this planet that is worth lying about. (I speak this as a broken down old man with few days left so earthly treasures mean little to me) Am I wrong sometimes, of course I am, I’m just a human. But, one thing I will never do is to lie to you here on this blog. What good is any blog that lies to people? What good is a blog that is about Truth, if I would ever mislead you on purpose? When you mislead someone on purpose that is a lie after all isn’t it? I hope for your own Souls sake that you just answered that question with a yes. I don’t remember exactly where I heard it at on the TV last week, but it was on some news program and the male commentator made the statement (I don’t know where or how he could have gotten this information though) that the average person (I believe that he was referring to Americans) lies on average 22 times a day! This is not a question that I had ever thought about so honestly I don’t know if that figure surprises me or not.

(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

 

Maturity: Have We Ever Been Guilty Of It

Maturity: Have We Ever Been Guilty Of It (Written On 7-4-15)

 

Today Our Nation turns 239 years of age. I am of the generations of Americans who in 1976 on this date was 19 years old. 1976 Was Our Nations 200th birthday. Now, in this time era I am 58 years old. All of you folks who are of an age where you can remember 1976, do the memories of how you were raised back then ever haunt you? The maturity as you see maturity today, how were the adults in your life toward you? I am speaking of at home, in the neighborhoods, churches, schools? Just something I would like you to chew on while you hopefully continue reading the article.

 

1976, I was married with one child and another in the oven getting ready to say howdy, I was 19 and immature and ignorant as a young man could be. Maturity, I sure do wish I and my Bride at the time could have had more of it. That alone would not have been able to save that marriage, but it sure wouldn’t have hurt matters any. When your parents, guardians, and adults at your schools fail to have the young people ready for the real world they are getting ready to step into, they/we have failed those young people. Is this a lack of maturity, morality, caring, or love, on the adults part? When the parents, teachers, administrators, churches, and neighborhoods fail to train and care for the little eyes watching us, our lack of maturity and caring is plainly on display. When you are 18 and have your fresh new Diploma in your hand, now what? It is difficult to survive in the real world with little or no education, technical training, or preparedness training by the ones who are supposed to be the grownups.

 

39 Years ago today I still had good health, but really no dreams. Everyday was about getting enough hours on my near minimum wage jobs to buy the grocery’s and pay the rent. Today at 58 my health has been better and I have been blessed with a life time of memories, good and bad. But I do know this, the immaturity of a parental figure, of teachers, coaches, and many other adults involved with the lives of a child, stays with the child for life.

 

I look back at the good memories and I try to forget the bad ones of the things done to me by supposed caring adults. Do you know the feeling of how you don’t want to be like your father figure when you grow up, then have to face the facts, in many ways you were worse? My dad died in December of 93, I was 37. Twenty plus years have passed now, his immaturity, his hate, the hurts are all written in stone now, yet the memories still invade my thoughts sometimes. My own mistakes though, my own lack of maturity, of grownup actions, at times these haunt me day and night.

 

Maturity matters so very much in each and every one of us. Teaching maturity, respect and kindness to our children and our grandchildren through our examples is the least we can do for them. Teachers, now there is a tough job for any poor Soul to try. There are many good teachers and most of the ones in my life I had to give a C too. There are three or four that stand out in my memories as adults who actually cared and tried to help kids at lest learn the class material well enough to be passed onto the next grade or level. Most you could tell were just putting in their shift, any job can get old but around kids though they absorb the caring or lack there of from these adults. So yes there were some A Teachers and I still remember their names and their faces. Unfortunately it seems that every school is just like every other business, there are some employees/teachers that should be arrested, not awarded with a pay check and then a pension. Dang, that sounds like Wall Street some doesn’t it?

 

I have a question for you, when you finished high school were you ready/prepared to step into the adult world? Did you really have a clue about real life? If you were ready, if you really did have a clue about survival, congratulations, I didn’t. Maturity is a huge part of society. Our children will find it difficult to grow and prosper as a civilized society if our children are not treated fairly by us now. In trying to always be honest with you I had a parent who really needed to work on his caring skills but I was blessed with one great parent. My opinion of some of the teachers I had as well as a few principles and administrators who were a pathetic joke as far as even being decent a human beings toward me. It’s difficult to understand how some people came up with the idea that they should go into the education field is beyond me. Then again how many young folks top concern when they spread their legs is how ready they are to lovingly raise little Jack and little Jill?

 

Teaching maturity to our children by our examples helps give them a huge crucial building block toward having a happy productive life. When we and the school systems fail to act like intelligent adults we condemn our own children to ignorance, depression, poverty, and broken homes. Maturity, morality and kindness are things that all decent human beings need to have nurtured into them as children.  Instead we use, abuse, discard and treat them like computerized toilet paper. Many children grow up to be abusers, that is all they know, so with each generation many people commit even greater sins than their fathers. Maturity matters, caring matters, love matters, do the children matter?

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Today Is The Past: As We Breathe It

TODAY IS THE PAST: AS WE BREATHE IT

 

To the days that have passed, with us along for the ride

A salute to all of our yesterdays, with our smiles up or down

Spend little time on the stripes received, that we’ve not earned

Smiles on faces seen, but on some, with time, names forgotten

One’s own bed, finally peaceful, quiet, snuggle in, smile, cry, pray

Loved ones, one by one, through time, left our arms, not our hearts

 

 

Snapshots of peaceful times, some on mind, some caught on print

Years gone by, do our memories really fade, like the whisper of time

Patriarch in your forties, not something ever longed for, or wished to see

Our children, and now theirs grownup, to ignore that we ever breathed

Things we have done wrong, own them, sometimes, some peace will be

Yesterdays ill’s, we can’t hit replay, change mistakes or the hearts broken

 

 

History is today, don’t be the butt of tomorrows viral You Tube jokes

Yesterday is now our past, good or bad it’s over, now breathe, it’s gone

Mistakes can haunt the human brain till we let them put us in a grave

Tomorrow we all could be dancing on the stair well to Heaven with Angels

The bliss we seek depends on today, not the shadows of our past, unchangeable

We all choose our path, today and tomorrow will soon for all, be our past

(Spiritual Poem) Where Is The Faith

WHERE IS THE FAITH

 

Only the fools tell their hearts and self that there is no God

Through ignorance some scourge the very flesh they were given

Is there now no one who seeks the heart and ways of The Creator

Heavens eyes are open to both the good and the evil of our ways

Are there still those among us who fervently seek the Face of God

 

Have we all gone astray forever from the teachings of kindness and good

Do we delight in the suffering and the pain of those we are called to love

Have ourselves and our children no knowledge of the love of our Creator

Great terror there will be when the Trumpet sounds and the clouds roll back

All the powerful plus you and I, will be judged in The Court no one can sway

 

Study to show yourself approved unto God, your family, and to mankind

Be a workman that does not ever need to be ashamed before any man

Man kind has filled the world with evil thoughts and with evil machines

The poor and the weak, are but mule manure to help the powerful grow

Be wise, hug your children, kiss your spouse, follow the Lord’s Holy love

 

Who is it that does not slander with their deeds and with their tongues

Bless the Lord who makes the rich, the powerful, and the poor to be equals

Stand strong like the Cedars of Lebanon and the great California Redwood trees

What is it in our life that means the most to us, friends it is this item, that is our God

In the great by and by, how will our deeds be judged, when The Book of Life is opened

 

 

 

 

(Religion/Life Poem) What is Our Number One Sin

WHAT IS OUR NUMBER ONE SIN

 

Do not be a fool, do not walk in the shoes of the ignorant

Eye to eye with a spitting Cobra does not show others our brass

Hate fumes from the mouth’s of those who are stupid and blind

Careful, even a Demonic Soul like Hitler was able to write a book

 

Who really has the Heart and Soul of a Christ filled man or woman

Delight in the Love of The Lord, not in our bombs, blades, and guns

Laws of God or Man, which one is it that we Humans chose to serve

Faith gives us the strength to battle the Wolves who seek our demise

 

Plant your feet like one who is seeking the Roots of The Tree Of Life

Those who are wicked by choice will try to take away our breath of life

Some are like fodder for Hell’s Fires, it’s just that they don’t know it yet

Be careful who we choose to be our friends in this Chess Game of life

 

What is the worse sin that you personally believe that you have committed

Failing to realize the depth of the meaning of our girl friends first time

Not being in the lives of our young children is a Physical and Moral crime

Hell of a thing if our actions cause our children to miss The Bread Of Life

 

 

(Humanity Poem) In 4 Days 40 Years Ago

IN 4 DAYS, 40 YEARS AGO

 

In 4 days just forty short years ago, my life forever changed

I was 18 years old and oh so green behind life’s ears

Almost 16 her belly keeping the first of two Angels within

Work hard all your life, trust in God, everything will be okay

Ideals all get torn down when your wife keeps an open gate

 

In 4 days just forty short years ago from this day I was Wed

At the cusp of starting my life, or was it the beginning of my end

Two wonderful children sent to us from Heavens beautiful Lights

They would grow to become my hearts biggest hurts, and delights

Yet this Union became my physical, psychological and my hearts end

 

In just 4 days forty years ago this day I would wed my first Bride

My Children, only a small touch of their lives would I ever get

Both pieces of my heart ripped out while in my Military obligation

The Greyhound softens the sound of betrayal as it is leaving town

Best friend like Hell, but how sulfur burns when she comes around

 

In 4 days forty years ago the beginning of her tearing my heart out

Monumental mistakes with my children I had yet to make myself

Two pieces now split into eight plus the two that comfort and feeds

How different life for all would have been had she not stolen them away

Yet my children grew up strong they survived somehow, my stillness

It would all begin four nights hence, forty years ago from this day