(Poem: Theology/Philosophy) With Power Comes Dreams And Night Terrors

With Power Comes Dreams And Night Terrors

 

Kings like all people do dream dreams

Therein their Spirit is often much troubled

Their sleep and their conscience is tainted

Yet, can a King demand to be enlightened

 

Leaders can summon their Magicians and Sorcerers

Yet when they stand before the throne can they see

Do they know what the King in His dreams has seen

Can the night terrors of Power ever truly be explained

 

What can be done if the King is terrorized by a forgotten dream

Can forked tongues give enlightenment to what they have not seen

Frauds and Sorcerers, can you see your own end written on the wall

Are there truly Leaders, Magicians or Sorcerers worthy of great honor

 

Yet, shall that which is good be thrown into the fire if it has not been tried

A crazed Ruler shall punish all because of His own errors, ego and arrogance

He who lies to all and contradicts Himself leads His people to be slaughtered

The terrors of the night bring enlightenment to a Leader of wisdom and a conscience

 

 

 

 

 

(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

 

 

(Parable Poem) 7 Short Thoughts Too Ponder

 

Is there such a thing, as a perfect rest

Is there such a thing as a restful peace

 

Can someone have love without passion, or name

Can someone have true passion with a hate-filled mate

 

Is love really a true passion of the heart

Or is the heart really just a passionless pit of darkness

 

Is God’s grace given only to the sinful few

Or is it only the sinful whom give others no grace

 

The first time that you were ever grabbed and kissed, so nice

In the twilight of our time do we still smile inside at the thought

 

Hormones and dreams, with them almost all rushed through our teens

Will our grandchildren have doable dreams, or like hormones just work, then die

 

The greatest generation alive, baby boomers, their parents, X, Y, and Z

The greatest day in history is now, please, open up your eyes, now breathe!

 

(Philosophy Love Poem) Old Poems And Old Folks

OLD POEMS AND OLD FOLKS

 

Old poems, from where do they generate their light

Old minds, is this what is required to create a past life

Old memories, of what really happened can fluctuate

Old eyes can dim, but the wit and the Soul can stay bright

Old ears can close yet the laughs of yesterday still do remain

Old poems like people can be hate filled or even kind of sweet

 

Old poems, from where do they linger or draw their breath

Old by-gone years and the loved ones those memories possess

Old days of your childhood, whipped and worked like a dog

Old school systems that taught nothing of real life to the child

Old school sweethearts, would’ve been nice if someone had cared

Old poems like dreams allows the heart and mind to fantasize, what if

 

Old poems can bring tears of joy or sometimes tears of pain to the psych

Old lives lived, would we really want to go back in time, do it all again

Old friendships like time itself somehow fade or grow with the ticking clock

Old loves and lovers through poem rekindle the first time they kissed

Old couples on the swing holding hands, sun setting in the glory of God

Old poems can open a dead heart and bring it back, to see the next sunrise

 

Dreaming About Food: Sounds Mundane And Boring; But Is It Really?

 

Tonight has been another one of those sleepless night for me, I have these sleep issues a lot. So, after going to bed about 12:30 AM I laid there until 4 AM and decided to go ahead and get up. About the only thing I do these days is to sit here at my desk tapping around on my laptop or watching the TV. We happen to have two cats that are both spoiled rotten but the oldest of the two can get on your last nerve like he is doing right now. Earlier this past evening he was asleep in my wheelchair here beside me. All of a sudden we could here him letting out little odd sounding moans in his sleep. My wife and I both said the same thing, he is probably having a dream about food as that seems to be about the only thing he ever thinks about. He is still sitting here beside me looking up at me making different sounds, we know this routine. If I get up he will walk straight to the kitchen and sit and look up at the cabinet where the kitty treats are at, or he will run to their food bowl in the main bathroom. If he can see the bottom at any spot in the bowl he thinks he is going to starve to death if we don’t refill it. This little boy is not so little anymore, it seems like his belly is the only thing he ever thinks about while he is awake, and I really wonder if he dreams of chicken, fish, and turkey. But, then again, I am sitting here munching on peanut butter crackers and it is not like I’m skinny myself. Yet I do not recall ever actually having a dream about food, any food, not even my favorite things like fried chicken, cold seedless watermelon, white grapes or crispy bacon.

 

Moki (the cat) is the one who got me to thinking about this title and the more I thought about it the more I realized that all cat jokes aside, this is quite the serious issue. When I was a child I remember having to always clean my plate even if the items on it  tasted horrible to me, I had no choice. Every once in a while my Mom would make a comment about ‘all those starving kids in Africa’ as a way to guilt trip me I guess, yet I knew that what she was saying was the truth. When I was a child we never had an abundance of food but we always had enough so that none of us starved to death even if we did feel hungry at times. As I became an adult I came to realise that here in the U.S. we had/have millions of people who go hungry everyday, this issue is not just an African problem, it is a worldwide problem. I sometimes watch TV programs where professional Chefs go all over the world and try different dishes/foods. Some of the things these guys eat would turn my stomach before it ever made it to my mouth let alone my stomach. Yet, honestly, think about it. There are millions of people who will and do dig through garbage cans and landfill dumps everyday looking for something to eat. There is also the reality that there are many people in this world today that are literally starving to death everyday. I wonder, if a person who has not had a bite to eat in 2 or 3 weeks, do they dream of food? I have had times in my life been where I had to go without any food for 2 or 3 days each week while I was waiting on my Friday paycheck. I got used to it, it was reality, yet, I do not ever remember having a dream where I was chasing a rabbit or a squirrel around a parking lot. How about you, have you experienced hunger and there was no food in your home and no money to buy even a pack of crackers with? Have you ever had dreams about jumping out of bed and grabbing and eating the south end of a northbound skunk?

 

 

 

 

Our Dreams

Our Dreams

 

Are you still able to dream? I don’t mean the type that owns our sleep, I am asking you if you still have any personal dreams? We all have to face the sands of time, it is also true that we are at different stages on our personal tell of the tape. I am over 60 now and have had poor health for many years. If the Doctors had been correct I probably would have been dead around 2003-04. It was difficult for me to finally have to admit it to myself a couple of days ago, that I guess my chances of making the Cubs roster this year are pretty slim, then again, we are talking about the Cubs.

 

This question I have for you, no matter where you are at on your own personal ruler of time, have you become a person without dreams? Reality, sometimes fails to live up to any of our dreams. But as we get older and have not obtained certain goals that we have had since we were small kids, sometimes reality can burn a person out, from the inside. I think that we humans are for the most part adapt, we have to, we adapt to our failures and even to our successes. Just because I can’t get the Cubs to sign me to a long term deal doesn’t mean that I couldn’t dream of becoming something else, like a Country or Blues or Blue Grass singer. As it turns out just as the Cubs would not sign me for the mere fact that I have no talent (I didn’t think it mattered with them), the Country, Soul, and Blue Grass  music bosses say that talent is required, how dare they.

 

In your opinion is this thought true or not, that a person without dreams is dead? If you think about it this last sentence said two truths with the same words. I ended up spending my adult life in my number four dream of living behind the wheel of eighteen wheels pulling forty thousand pounds behind. Number three for me would have been to be a Minister for Jesus along the lines of Doctor Billy Graham, but my troubles with languages and my lack of public speaking ability dashed that also. To me, I find two things disturbing about my list, I would have hoped that being a quality Minister would have been number one on this list. But the most disturbing though crossed my mind as I was typing this post and I will end with a personal though to you tonight. That first job that I should have said was my number one dream job that I totally screwed up, being a Daddy to my two blood children.