What One Word Describes our Life; The One We See In Your Mirror?

What One Word Describes our Life; The One We See In Your Mirror?

When it is just you, alone, with just your thoughts late at night, can we be honest even then? When we have no one to lie to, no one to impress, do we even know what the truth about our own self is? When we blend in all of the really good things that we did in our past life (time up to this point) along with all of the ignorant and cruel things that we did (even if our ignorance is our defense), how does the picture look to us when it (our life) is all shaken out? This blog is really about conversation, I want the few folks who do read this blog to think and to look inside ourselves and think about the really cool or nice things that we did but also the really shameful things that we allowed ourselves to do, the sins we have done that are unspeakable. I try to get folks to look at these issues when it is just you, yourself, and your mirror (and hopefully private prayer time with Jesus). Personally I very much hope that your one word was better than mine. Why would I say that? The answer is simple folks, because so often my ‘word’ is shameful. It is shameful because I know in my heart that most days I function on ‘cruse control’, literally everyday of my life I know in my heart that I could have done better, more ‘good’ if I had just tried harder. My wife and son tell me that I am to hard on myself, yet I wonder if that is what Jesus will say at my judgement.

Black Lives matter, Blue Lives Matter, All Lives Matter

Black Lives matter, Blue Lives Matter, All Lives Matter

(I FIRST RAN THIS ARTICLE IN NOVEMBER OF 2015 BUT I DECIDED TO RUN IT AGAIN AFTER A YOUNG UNARMED MAN WAS SHOT 20 IN HIS BACK YARD IN SACRAMENTO CALIFORNIA BY A COUPLE OF POLICE OFFICERS A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO)

A few days ago I saw a picture somewhere here in the States during some kind of a rally where it showed uniformed police officers and some were holding up a sign that said “Blue Lives Matter”, I hadn’t seen that before but obviously it stuck in my memory. After the police officer shot that young black man in Ferguson Missouri earlier this year and the riots that followed a group of people started up the campaign of Black Lives Matter and yes, they absolutely do matter, but so does everyone else including the lives of every single man and woman who carry a badge.

 

Personally I believe that we are looking at two main issues when it comes to police violence against anyone anywhere at any time. First I do believe as a Christian that no person has any right to use deadly force against anyone unless they or their family are being attacked. When this happens though I do believe that everyone has the right and the duty to protect themselves and their loved ones. You see if there is no “attack” then there is no “attack” to protect from. A lot of Americas problems with our youth is that they do tend to have lousy parenting skills, or simply have no care about raising their kids to be God-loving and God-fearing human beings. When our young people develop a culture where they are proud of being loud mouthed punks where they have no respect for anyone or anything and their life goals is to act as big and bad as possible, then our young folks end up butting heads with the police departments. When we have a culture where acting like or being “gangster” is a life goal then these young folks are sometimes going to cross paths with some punks who are wearing blue. Being a cop is a difficult job and it usually takes a person who is rather “macho” “alpha males or ladies” to be able to do that job. But law enforcement world-wide is morally obligated to make sure that all Officers are mature, reasonable, honest adults and many departments have failed horribly at this job requirement.

 

Two things that I would like to see done in my lifetime is for our youth to find the love of Jesus and follow His examples of love instead of following the gangster hoodlum stupidity. If people would simply obey an Officers requests/orders and follow the Officers orders immediately and do it politely then how many lives would still be being lived? Now about Police Officers, their people, their responsibilities and their maturity issues. I am almost 60 years old now and I have lived in many states north and south. I have known many Police Officers from different backgrounds and I totally believe that many Officers and in some cases their whole departments are very much immature punks, thugs, and loud mouths. These type issues plus the fact that most Officers any more act as though they are scared to death of everyone they encounter. Some of this fear is valid as there are people in society who will shoot a cop for fun, and the cops know this danger. If you notice, anymore whenever a cop encounters people they almost always have the side arm unlatched and they have one hand on the trigger. In some cases this fear/cautiousness has caused innocent people to be murdered by a cop yet this same fear/caution has saved many Officers lives because the person they have stopped are sometimes looking for a chance to kill the Officer.

 

Every life on Earth matters, black, blue, white, brown, red, yellow, or pink with purple poke a dots. Every human life matters. So my conclusion on this issue today is a two-fold request. One, our society here in America is sick, certain cultures especially in the black communities have got to correct themselves. This must be done through better parenting skills with more Dads acting like dads. I personally did a horrible job at raising my two blood children but I was fortunate in that they were raised by a good family and they both turned out to be college grads who have never been in jail and who are now great parents themselves. Most people aren’t so lucky and it seems that our society excepts and applauds people who act like total morons. If families all still prayed at the supper table each evening and took even a half of an hour for Bible study and prayer and have the parents acting like loving parents, it is my belief that there would be many more young people still alive and out of prison than what we see today. Also, I believe that there would be more Police Officers alive today if as a profession they would vigorously fire the mean, hate filled, aggressive Officers who are ruining their profession. This does not hardly ever happen because to many departments are now headed by the same human garbage as the Officers they protect. Just because a person has been a Cop for 20 years does not mean that they are a quality person or Officer, just as a person who is a teacher who has 20 years experience does not mean that they are worth a damn as a teacher. A person can do a job for a whole life time but that does not mean that they were ever doing their job the way they swore an oath to do it.

 

America, we as a Nation have a lot of problems and we all are going to have many more new survival issues in our countries future, that is if we don’t implode as a Nation first. We as a Nation must come together as one people who are dedicated to Christian ideology or we will come apart at the seams. I guess maturity and decency by all people toward all people is beyond our reach as “a people”, I wish that wasn’t so but as the old saying goes “the proof is in the pudding.” If we fight among ourselves because of race and hatred then we as a Nation will be defeated by the Islamic hate groups that want all of us to die as quickly as possible. Folks, we don’t have a chance until we grow up and act like God-loving people toward each other, no matter what color, no matter what job.

(Spiritual Poem) Kodak Moment Of The Soul

KODAK MOMENT OF THE SOUL

 

Snap shot of our Souls taken this moment in our time

Picture taken, was it by the Angel of Death, or of life

People scan our chips so they say that they know us

Smiling eyes hiding in the shadows blade firmly in hand

Having a phony acidic smile pasted on their soulless grin

 

 

We have all chosen to be breathing in this time and space

Our future is now, last breath taken is now historically placed

Tomorrow is grace filled if inside ourselves we choose it to be

Take your mirror, look close, it shows our Souls hiding place

 

 

Ever been ashamed to your bones for things you’ve done

This point in time, this is the only guarantee that we have

Tomorrow, will we have respect or shame for our today

Will this snap shot of today define or end our tomorrows

X-ray of our Soul, will it be posted with a Halo of a Flame

(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

 

 

(Humanity Poem) If I Am Mister Average, Lord Please Help Us All

IF I AM MR. AVERAGE, LORD PLEASE HELP US ALL

 

Do you remember your first time you remember remembering, anything

Aw what an enticing question, one that can open many kinds of deep scars

At about two or three we realize that the world is crazy, and our family too

At what age is it that a child looks in the mirror to ask what have I gotten in too

We all talk to ourselves, sometimes is it because we are the only sane one we see

Raised with the switch, the belt, it’s buckle and lot’s of adults who turn their face away

Strong alcohol on the breath, hands, and heart of the aggressive, hate filled offender

 

Beat your children with hate and glee in your heart and in your eyes, raise um up right

Be a real man, teach your children nothing, can’t let them think they can do better than you

When a parent’s mind and Soul are deeply bruised and damaged how do the children succeed

Think of the children, they feel the heat of the rage as a daily pattern trying to stay alive

Almost 60 before the first home bought cuz the life of a Gypsy on the roads I have lived

56 Over worked, broke down, jolted by juice, two ex-wives and three Brides, quite a ride

 

I pray that the majority are wiser in the paths of life than my feet have chosen to walk

During persecution as a child I was blessed to see The Light, has He visited my life

I have lived a solitary life caring little for this worlds toys and the games people play

I do pray that all of my classmates in my life are happy and monetarily wealthier than I

I pray that before any die, all my friends and loved ones, even those who hate me, see His Light

Lord please help us all, if I am truly the average American male my age within these latter days

Pray your blessed like I with a Bride who is well pleased living with me in Hillbilly paradise

Our schools function to teach the kids to be spokes in a chain, to grow up to be, just average

 

(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 Horror/Poem) The End

The End

 

Do I hear an Angel’s wings–am I dying

The stillness in my heart, is it still beating

So silent like the quiet of a graveyard night

Through dimmed eyes–have any tears fallen

My lungs grow weak–now only silence I hear

 

 

O to see the rising sun–just one more time

Beloved family here with me–in this sterile room

My will is dispensed–all my energy now leaving

What is now left of me–is this death mask my face

Designated, predestined we die–but sent to where

 

 

Silence only silence–broken by a trumpet I hear

Blue skies, blue skies–toward the Son I am rising

O to the earth goodbye–Lord—NO LORD NO

Wing’s fade away–as HELL opens its mouth for me

Wake up in a cold sweat–O LORD–what a dream

(Philosophy/Poem) The Human Life

The Human Life

 

Our life is but a vapor that moves quickly

Enjoy the beauty of life while you are still here

For like a whisper in the wind, we all quickly disappear

(Poem Of Reality) Too The Trees (A Soldiers Prayer Of Survival On The Battlefield)

TOO THE TREES

 

To the trees my Captain yells

Across this open field of green

Flowers blooming from spring rains

Will they be the last thing I smell or see

Are there Cross Hairs locked upon my brain

Will a gray pill be the last thing that I feel

 

 

All those trees, are those just branches looking at me

Or will this effort to reach them be the death of me

Leaving my bones to rot among the flowers in this field

Do I run as fast as I can with my breath held in prayer

Or do I play the coward using my brothers as a shield

Letting them taste first the fiery breath of Hell’s lead

 

 

If in the trees our enemy is waiting there for you and me to kill

When to the trees the Captain yells do we jump up and run like hell

Should we low crawl chins dug into the mud hoping were not shelled

Will we be a fool if we do stand up and charge toward the row of trees

Or will we die in this field of green if we raise our head above the weeds

Life is a war, every breath is a chance it will be the last one we breathe

 

 

To the trees like the charge ordered by General Robert E Lee

Like life itself no matter what we do, doubting itself is a gamble

Do we run in hope or do we cower in fear, do we die here, or there

This field to me so beautiful, there are worse places to be my grave

If we just cower here in the mud and never step out onto life’s field

We know we will never get out of this life alive, so what do we do

 

 

Hold your breath and pray, now step into this field of life or death

If in life we choose to never seek the thrills, then a cowards life we live

The fields of life we will not cross, nor the flowers will we ever smell

If we lived our life without the thrills, can we truly say we ever lived

To the trees child, to the trees, up off your ass and face your trees

(Philosophy/Poem) Wisdom

Wisdom

 

Through your wisdom you have built your life upon a rock

There is no shifting sand that can detour your feet from your door

Though man is simple, even he will seek shelter from the lion’s roar

Rejoice in the instruction from those of gray hair from your youth

The fruit of wisdom helps to keep you sheltered from the cold winds

The wise lay up knowledge for it is a well of life if you choose to drink it

 

 

The simple and the wicked do hunger and fear till the end of life

Through ignorance and ego they do stumble through the darkness

Not knowing or seeing the lion and the wolf who delight in their flesh

Knowing light is a beginnings for human understanding and wisdom

Human, enter the door of your rock house and sleep soundly tonight

You awake in the morning, through wisdom, your new day can begin