(Philosophy/Poem) Ignorance Pure Ignorance

 IGNORANCE PURE IGNORANCE

 

Hiding from the truth, but do we even know what it is

Yet it is something that we sometimes try to do

Our own secrets and truths we can’t hide from

Ignorance, pure ignorance, living like a fool

With age we all can look back at our mistakes

Back at the path of life we all chose to allow

 

 

looking back at all the faded smiles in our memories in time

Did we make the calls, or leave loved ones waiting by the phone

Did our ink upon much paper dry or did we even try to write

Does our own family know our hand like a fingerprint in time

Does our family we say we love even know the details of our face

Without love life is but wasted time, so have we wasted our life

 

 

Ignorance, pure ignorance the guilt of a wasted life

Tonight upon my bed I decided to change how I live

In time of deepest thought do we have anything to say

Was I only dreaming when I heard a voice speak to me

These words in night sleep said, ignorantly is how I lived

 

 

These last words that we hear in this prayer tonight, are they fit to be our last

Will they be the last this life has left, if we never hear the spoken word again

The Holy Spirit saying to my Soul did you do the best that you could have done

Does our conscience ever ask, why did we choose to live our life the way we did

Ignorance, pure ignorance the Angel says as he throws us into Hell’s fiery pit

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

Three Minutes Till The End

 

Three minutes, it’s not a lot of time

But, if you were in deed all we have left

Three minutes, what should we choose to do with thee

Not much time to think or act

In three minutes will be the end of all life

Friends, what would we do, will we whine and cry

Do we think carnal, grab the first skirt for a quickie try

Like blood in an hourglass the seconds are ticking by

Do we smoke one last joint so we can go out with a high

Do we wonder how it is going to feel to die

How many seconds did we spend in self-pity

Do we hit the floor with our knees and cry to on High

Should we spend our precious time pleading for more

Or, maybe flip open our phone for calls and texts

O Lord if so please teach our fingers how to fly

Who do we choose for that one last phone call

Whom is it that we choose to  drop that one dime

How quick a note to tell them all that they were loved

Would we take that very last moment to spend with our Lord

For all their lives, and our own, to thank Him for

One last chance  to ask Him for all our Souls to save

Every second that passes, we are that much closer to the grave

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 Piganeese

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

The Son He Doesn’t Have To Be

 

Have you ever been a step-parent? Have you ever been a stepchild? I grew up in a house where I had both of my biological parents there. Did you notice that I did not use the word ‘home’, that I simply said house? Just because I had both of my biological parents living within the same four walls as I did, this did not mean that it was automatically a ‘home’. I had a great Mom but my Dad was severely lacking in his human skills. I left home at 17 because of how much of a hell-hole he made of our family life. He died when I was 37 and it took me till I was about 40 before I could forgive him of his ways toward me. Only when I was able to say to myself that he really was an ‘a–hole’ and that he also was mentally ill before I was able to forgive him. I know that I asked my Mom a couple of times before she died if Dad really was my Dad, asking her if maybe Dad thought that I really wasn’t his as I was trying to find a way to come to grips with how horribly he treated me and if there really was a ‘why’ that made any sense. I thought that if maybe he thought that I really wasn’t his, that if he thought Mom had cheated on him that this might be the reason he was such an a– toward me but she told me no both times about the issue. There is an old term about ‘beating you like you’re a redheaded step child’ that might come into play with me but that wasn’t it, I am of his own blood. I brought this up because I was the only blonde child and the only left-handed child, so I thought, well maybe. I did not ever experience a step-parent situation even though I honestly felt having no Dad in our house would have been much better than having a hate filled drunken maniac dominating our household.

I grew up determined not to be anything like my Dad’s example of a human being though I did make many parenting mistakes of my own. I married a lady in Texas who had a son who was 11 at the time we met and married, he is now 46 and married with a child/son of his own and as far as I know he is a great Dad who loves his son very much. 17 years ago I remarried to a lady in Florida who had a son who was 6 at the time, his biological Dad had committed suicide when he was 4. This son was a bit difficult because he didn’t believe or understand that both of us really did love him. He was about 16 before he actually ‘got it’, once he did see that light he now for the past 7 years has become a great child to both of us, especially to me. He is now 23 and a year ago his Mom and I bought a house that has a full 3 bedroom 1 bath apartment with a ‘walkout’ basement. One of the big factors in buying this house was so that he could live there if he wanted to, and he did.

Ten years ago his Mom and I would never have thought he could come so far in his development as a person, as an adult.  I am sure that none of the three of us would have thought that after he turned 18 that he would want anything to do with us or quite frankly us to do with him. What changed him? I believe it was him coming to the understanding of the fact that he really was loved, by both of us. He is a grown man now, there is nothing that says he has to live in this basement apartment, he chooses to. A couple of years ago he told me something that really stuck in my heart, that meant a whole lot to me. He told me, “Dad, all the good that is in me is because of you”. When a child you have raised loves you even when they are adults and there is nothing that says they have to do so or to even pretend that they do, that is very gratifying to one’s Soul. About 20 or so odd years ago there was a Country Music song that came out called “the Dad he doesn’t have to be” about a man stepping into a marriage with a woman who had a son already and how this man performed his role as a Dad. I am blessed to have two sons who were not biological to me that still love me, even though they do not have any obligation to have to do so. This is why the title of this note to you “the son he doesn’t have to be.” I am a strong believer in blood family yet I have learned that blood alone does not guarantee they will love you. I have also learned that someone who is not blood to you can still absolutely be “family” and love you even more that those who are blood to you do.

My (Pillars) Of My Life: I Also Ask You, What Is Yours?

 

Earlier today I was reading some material from one of the folks I follow, I would tell you which blog it was but I honestly don’t remember as I read a lot of blogs and blog posts everyday. I do remember that this Author was from India and I read several of his posts, at least I think the person was a ‘He’, I could be wrong on that. One of the smaller pieces in their blog was a peace about their 4 pillars of life. From the articles I was reading, if my memory serves me correctly, this writer was a Hindu by faith. I am hoping that if this person reads this article that they will drop me a line with their website address and I will then make sure that they get credit for giving me the ideas about what I would call my ‘Pillars of life’. People get ideas from the strangest of things sometimes as an example, you see a pretty woman in a bright blue dress at a store downtown and you come home and write a story about ugly men who wear $5,000.00 three piece suits trying to hide the fact that they are ugly. Inspiration, you never know where it might come from during your day.

 

I believe the 4 Pillars spoken of above were Hindu Philosophy, and I have to admit that I agree with them as far as them being Pillars upon which are important for a person to build their life upon. The 4 Pillars were 1) Family 2) Kindness 3) Honesty 4) Humility, also was added the phrase “But the foundation is always: Love.” If this is the true order in which this Philosophy is meant to be, what do you think of them? Do you agree with them? Do you agree with the order they are written in? A person could write an article on each one if they were inclined to do so, even commenting on what each one means to you personally. Or, to play the Devil’s advocate, write an article on why each one does not mean anything to you and why so, I’m just saying…

 

For this article I am taking my own advice and have decided to add to the aforementioned ‘Pillars.’ When you have finished reading what I have posted please gather your thoughts on this ‘Pillars of Life’ and decide what you think of what I have written. Please feel free to comment if you wish. Comment on if you agree or disagree with what I have written, also, if you wish, write an article on what you believe your own personal ‘Pillars, foundations, of your life are.’

 

I have decided to put down a couple more ‘Rocks’ on which I have been trying daily to build my life upon, so here goes. 1) God 2) Country  3) Family 4) Honesty 5) Humility 6) Kindness. Well folks, what do you think? What are your foundations, your ‘Rocks, Pillars’ upon which you are trying to have as your own personal foundation to your ‘Being?’ Like a lot of articles that I write this article is simply designed to try to get each of you to think inside your own ‘Box, Self, Soul’, to examine your heart from the inside. I hope that it has helped to do exactly that for at least some of you. For now, good night, and I pray for God’s blessings to each one of you.

Can You Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

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

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

Your life and your 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 ever really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to you 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, loved ones by my side

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

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, keep the 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 to 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

Do we really trust or believe the one we pray to, or is it that all we tell Him is lies

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

Total trust, for me, I have a sister and four children whom are still alive

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 life

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

True love is built on trust, it is not possible if your spouse fills your heart with lies.

 

Unarmed America Equals Open Door To Jihadist; Doesn’t It?

 

I have been blessed that in my lifetime I have never had to shoot anyone. I have never know anyone that I honestly wished to be dead while they were still alive. Yet, should the situation ever arise that I deemed it necessary to pull the trigger on someone could I pull it? I know my answer to myself, yet I will keep that knowledge to myself. It is not the weapons fault if it has an immature egomaniac pulling the trigger! Exactly why the people must be able to be armed against such monsters. You have heard some of the off-color stupid jokes about people who were ignorant enough to only bring a knife to a gun fight haven’t you? America, or any other country on the globe is filled with good honest people whether they believe in the same Deity as yourself, or not. All people deserve to be able to be safe behind their own doors. No person on Earth has ‘the right, or any right’ to be the first aggressor against another person yet we all know some people just don’t give a damn about you having any rights. They just want you dead so they can take your bounty. The American people (not so much the folks in D.C., NYC, or Hollywood) understand the danger we are all in if we are not allowed to protect ourselves. Think about all the poor and innocent people in Mexico who have been caught up in the path of gangsters bullets? A bullet fired by a local thug or a trained Jihadist, will still kill you either way. It is much easier to be ‘big and bad’ once your target is already in a helpless position. We all know these macho men, the wife beaters and the child molesters. Can you think of these type of individuals and honestly believe that there is no such thing as evil in our world? Do you want any of them coming through your windows or doors with  no way to stop them?

 

Think about being in the military of your country and you are assigned to guard and protect a building full of tanks. If it were back in the days when open war on your country had not been declared, in training you could have guarded the shack with a baseball bat. But this is not the good old days of our bygone youth, today we are all in the real dispersion of evil that is being waged on all of humanity. Now imagine yourself having to guard that shack full of tanks in an active war zone, without any ammo for your weapons. Now, how would that make you feel? Is that what you call one of those ‘o hell no’ moments? You want to make your “guard” position even worse? Are you thinking, how could it get any worse? How about, the enemy that has been lying in wait to get a chance to kill you has just found out that you don’t have any ammo so you have no way to protect yourself nor to harm your killer? Now how do you feel about your position for a long and healthy life? Would it make you even madder if you found out that it was your commanding officers who gave your murders the information that you had no ammo, no real way to protect yourself, or anyone else that might be in that shack that you have been trying to protect?

 

This past week we have seen another mass shooting this time in California leaving fourteen people dead and seventeen wounded. The same sad faces talk their stupidity about how American citizens should not be allowed to possess a firearm in their homes, vehicles, or on their persons as this would make for a safer America. Yet if you pay attention to the stats you find that Americans are taking more gun classes than ever and gun sales are up, this flies in the face of what the Democratic-left thinks should be happening. These folks don’t seem to get the fact that the American people want to be able to defend themselves if someone comes busting through their door tonight. Recent world events show the people who there is no way that you can always depend on someone else to come save you (like say, a police officer) when/if you and your family are attacked. Those fourteen murdered people in California was a wake up call to many that this Islamic murdering Demonic trash is on every continent and can reach into any village that they wish to. So, when the Devil comes face to face with you and your family whether you’re at Wal-Mart, McDonald’s, your Church or even your home, what are you going to do about it? People all have to decide what they are going to do as individuals, cower down and die like mice or at least give yourself and your family a fighting chance against the Jihadist who just burst into your world.

Gun Rights Were Designed To Protect The People From Their Government

 

The Europe that our fore fathers left back in the 15, 16 and 17 hundreds was a landscape of tyranny put upon the people of the lands by their governments. Back in those days the people were not allowed to have any fire arms. Only the Royals, Feudal Lords and the Armies were allowed to have any fire power, not the people. So, anytime you had a mad man or woman who was your Landlord or the current Prince, Duke, King or Queen (evil women do exist you know) the people had no way to fight back against their aggression. When the State has all of the power that means that the people have none. If you lived in a country like England, France or Spain and you have a (Lord) who wished to take your land, your daughters, your sons, there was little you could do. You have probably heard the term bringing a knife to a gun fight, that is about how much chance the people had when those with power over them decided to rape, murder or steal from them.  Then there is the issue of cases like Ruby Ridge Idaho in 1992 when federal agents from among other “policing agencies” like the FBI  who murdered a 12 year old boy by shooting him in the back and his unarmed mother in the face killing her. If the family had not had fire arms, they would have all been murdered, and yes that does mean all the children also.

 

Federal agents were ordered there with the order given to “if it is breathing, kill it”. This is the way to make sure that there is no other side of a story getting told, simply kill everyone. The man who was at the center of this was supposed to be a white supremacist who had contacts within a like-minded group of people. This man was told to sell an illegally altered shotgun to this group, this would then give the government the “reason” to raid this group of people. The man in question said no, the government’s response was a directive to the FBI man in charge to “if it breathes, kill it”. These illegal acts upon American citizens was directed under a Republican administration (George H.W. Bush). Just a year later in Waco TX under a Democratic administration (Bill Clinton) there was another case of the American “policing agencies” gone insane. There the American government murdered over a hundred men, women, and children. After these two horrible events nothing happened to the ones who gave the orders to murder these innocent people or to the ones who murdered them. With both of these cases the very top, and I do mean the very top of the government agencies should have been prosecuted for mass murder, possibly even to the point of both presidential administrations (both Presidents) being removed from office, nothing happened to any of them. Just how much do you personally trust that all levels of the governments around you are honest?

 

Our fore fathers had enough sense to know that the only way to have freedom was if the people had a way to protect themselves from internal and external aggression. No matter how much fire power a government has the human leaders of the government know that they themselves can be brought down by a little gray pill. If those in power know that the people have no power to remove them from office as it would be if say only two political parties were allowed to share all the power between themselves and the people had no munitions to end their reigns of terror the people become nothing but slaves and cannon fodder to those in power. There are many reasons to keep fire arms in your home and one of those is self-protection from intruders who wish you and/or your family harm. No, this does not necessarily mean that all government employees are out to kill and steal from you but it is a means to try to keep you and your loved ones alive if crooked politicians or police departments do decide it is your day to die.

 

Guns are also a means to put food on your families table and or to rid your personal property of animals that you don’t want on your property. Just a few years back a rancher in Montana shot and killed a charging grizzly bear on his own property the result was that the feds fined him $2,000 for doing that. I guess the alternative would have been for the rancher to have stuck his head between his legs and kissed his behind goodbye. You or I as humans are not ever going to out run one so I guess that rancher should have volunteered to be bear poop. You know that is what the politicians would have done if it had been themselves out in that field with that bear, right? There are many predators in this old world, some on two legs, some on four.

 

There is also another reason that We The People were to be armed citizens, it is called invasions from nations or factions of people, lets say a religious culture who want to enslave or wipe out a town, city or even the whole country. If our government is really our government then they have nothing to fear from the citizens as the citizens will use their weapons to help back up and support our troops and law enforcement departments. Think about this for a moment, if you are going to raid a home, town or country it is much safer for you the aggressor if none of the above have any firearms. The nation becomes much easier to conquer if the population can’t fight back against the aggressor. I as a veteran took an oath to protect my country and my family from all threats, both foreign and domestic. Do you notice that it is the government that keeps trying to take away our ability to protect ourselves, why do you think that is?

Culture, Up Bringing, Police, And The Heart

 

Culture is just what it is you say, so no blame here

Dictating life, street life, who to rob, who to cap, not so sweet

Education, Religion, is it really only the weak who get ahead

Staying alive day-to-day, avoiding 5-0 like a plague, give yourself a chance

True, the world can be a cold cold Bitch, Dead behind the Mask

Cuddled in at your own Crib tonight, are you and your family safe

Three Eyed Creatures, anger, fear, and blood in our streets, God please save us!