(Heart Felt Agony Poem) I Tried To Love You

I TRIED TO LOVE YOU

 

When I am dead

Will you remember me

From my grave I will be quiet

Can I still praise and serve you

If the beating of my heart you destroy

 

I am so weary with the aching of my heart

My tear drops like blood stain my sheets each night

You cause my Soul to grow weary with your hate and lies

Do not your eyes grow tired of seeing everyone as a mark

Viper woman, is the destruction of my heart is your goal

 

The Lord always hears the prayers of those who love and Serve Him

It seems my heart, mind and body are yours to destroy at your will

Foolish, foolish woman, you are destined to live in your hate alone

The Lord indeed see’s the tears and hears the prayers of His servants

I tried to love you, Lord have mercy on those you set your eyes upon

 

(A SALUTE TO X-WIFE)

 

 

(Poem) O Little Man—My Salute To Kim Jong Il Of North Korea

 

 

O little man today you died

Your dust back to the earth

For all of your life filled with evil

Claiming yourself to be a God

Now your Nation cries

Most overwhelmed with joy

But true, some may be sad, but few

 

 

You oppressed you starved and you murdered

Soon you shall meet whom you have served

For you spat forth evil all of your life

Do you now feel the heat little man

Can you hear those you killed laughing at you

As your cell in the belly of Hell awaits you

O little man, now that you have died

No doubt, your Lunatic son will join you soon

Russia The Olympics And President Putin

 

Tomorrow the people who run the Olympics and their anti doping committees are going to make their decisions public about Russia’s State ran doping programs during the 2008 Sochi Olympics. These committees have a tremendous amount of proof against the Russian government for their crimes, yet the question is do they have the guts to do their job? At question is whether the people who are responsible for making sure that the Olympics are fair have any integrity themselves. Pretty much every nation including Russia knows that the Russians systematically cheated, so the question is will there be any penalties levied against Russia? The Olympic bosses do have the authority to revoke every metal that the Russian athletes fraudulently wear around their necks. They also have the authority to ban Russia from the Summer Olympics that are about to start in Brazil. These anti doping committees have had the proof for over a year now and yet they have sat on their hands and procrastinated right up to this point in time. Evidently these folks are cowards who are too afraid to do their job that they are being paid to do. Does this make themselves complicit? Two of the Russian ‘whistle-blowers’ are now dead, this is part of why I said that they may be too scared to do their job.

 

I know that I am a nobody and that my thoughts and opinions mean nothing to anyone in a position of power. Yet as a citizen of the world who happens to enjoy sports I have always been hardcore about events being fair. I am a person who does not want my favorite football or baseball team to win a game or a title on a bad call, even more so I do not want my team to win by blatant cheating. So, here is my thoughts on this issue concerning the Olympic chieftains. Either they revoke Russia’s 2008 Metals and they ban Russia from these 2016 Olympics or the Olympic Games themselves should cease to exist! Why should we the fans keep supporting a fraud? President Putin has proven himself to be a fraud on many issues and this is just another one. It is unfortunate that such a man has dragged down the beautiful country of Russia and trashed the hard work of all their nations Olympians. Have the Olympics themselves just become a laughing-stock and a sham? Tomorrow, we shall all see if these Summer Olympics in Brazil are even worth turning on our  TV to watch!

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 it’s 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

My Name Is Nod: (About The Garden Of Eden)

OF THE SEVERAL HUNDRED POEMS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN THROUGH THE YEARS THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL FAVORITE.

This is a poem that is designed to make you think, to get you to maybe get the book of Genesis out for another look-see. Maybe, if you are not good at world geography you might want to dig into some maps of the known world of about 5,000 years or so ago. I hope that you enjoy it, quite a bit of research went into making this poem be accurate. Nod is “The Land” that is just east of the Garden of Eden.

Do you know me

Listen, does not the wind whisper

Do not the mountains echo my name

How is it you do not know me

Did not the man Moses lay out the path to my door

For two of your human generations

The Valley of The Garden of God

Was my western door

My Sister, Lake Urmia was fast a sleep

Within her no bounty ever found

As the West Gate of God’s Garden she guarded

Now she is but salty ground

Did not my mountains rumble

And spew forth fire and rocks

How is it you can not find me

Can you not hear the ticking of the clock

Many of your years ago now

One man came forth unto me

Spewed forth from the Garden of God

He came unto me, with a mark upon his head

So all my inhabitants would know

That whosoever dared touch him

Would also soon be dead

The Garden has now so long been gone

It’s land like mine is scorched

The Face of God once again I seek

But when He does once again return

Will He echo my words to you

Child, how is it you do not know me

O Little Man—My Salute To Kim Jung Il Of North Korea

 

 

O little man today you died

Your dust back to the earth

For all of your life filled with evil

Claiming yourself to be a God

Now your Nation cries

Most overwhelmed with joy

But true, some may be sad, but few

 

 

You oppressed you starved and you murdered

Soon you shall meet whom you have served

For you spat forth evil all of your life

Do you now feel the heat little man

Can you hear those you killed laughing at you

As your cell in the belly of Hell awaits you

O little man, now that you have died

Fear not, your Lunatic son will join you soon