(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

Playing The Card We Are Cast As In Life

 

How does one play this little game called life

Can we compete with the cards we have been dealt

Or do we barter or mark them to increase our wealth

Hoping for better, serfdom, such a hard hand to play

Has life dealt us a hand full of aces, a life so gay

Or maybe life dealt us kings with a mansion on a hill

Maybe we are blessed with queen’s smiling as the kill

Or maybe a lady with a dagger so don’t ask, don’t tell

Young man, do you wear purple, a crown of the jack

Sowing your oats where you please in your life of glee

A princess has no card, life dictated by the crown of a king

For is it because even a princess is to be not heard only seen

Even a princess is nothing until a queen’s crown she does fulfill

Or, we cast as lower than the dirt, are we just a numbered card

Are we and our lives nothing, discarded without a second thought

Raised to serve the aristocracy, bended backs crawling on our knees

This world’s self proclaimed royalty, their noses high in the breeze

Walking upon the heads and backs of those cast nothing but little cards

After aren’t the elite entitled never to give a damn about the working class

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 Hillary smile pasted on their face

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

Our future is now, last breath taken is now history

Tomorrow is grace filled if inside we choose it to be

Our mirrors, look close, it shows our Souls hiding place

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

This point in time is the only guarantee that we have

Tomorrow, will we have respect or shame for 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?

Life Through A Windsheild

Life through a Windshield

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit.

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home.

From Beantown to Shaky to big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong.

Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea.

Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load can’t wait.

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave.

Understand Islam: Or Die Like A Pig At Your Slaughter

 

George W Bush on national television after the 9-11 attacks referred to Islam as a great and peaceful religion, do you remember this? President George W also said after his first summit with President Putin that “he had looked into Mr Putin’s soul”, really Mr Bush? My question to you is, was Mr W ever correct about anything? It is my personal opinion that Mr W was the worse overall president in my life time and that is saying a lot since I was born in 1956. I believe him to be just as crooked as his daddy and his daddy before him, it is just that Mr W is/was by far the most ignorant of the three. That is I felt that Mr W was the worse  American President ever, until we got Mr Obama in the Oval Office. As those of you who visit this page regularly probably know that ever since Mr Obama was an Illinois Senator I have studied him, not just his words and body language but his actual deeds. For about ten years now I have been of the belief that Mr Obama is down deep in his heart a Shiite Muslim by faith and nothing that he has done since becoming our President has altered that belief, he has only strengthened this belief within me. I think that President Obama is like President W in one respect though when it comes to Islam, I think that President Obama believes that Islam is by its nature a peaceful religion. But anyone who has studied the Quran and the Hadith like Mr Obama has knows this is not so. If this is correct then Mr Obama is actually an idiot, a fool, or a traitor.

 

It seem that several times a week the world wakes up to more news of Islamic fundamentalist murdering more innocent unarmed human beings,always in the name of “their god”. How do you go to evening prayers and then go out and blow a plane out of the sky? People, what “god” are they praying to? It is absolutely not the God of the Bible, the New or the Old Testament. So, what in the name of all that is Holy is the people who pray to the Islamic god actually praying to?

 

Within Christianity the Scriptures over and over again teach all people to love each other and to do no harm to each other. In all of my years of going to different churches and studying of other religions have I never come across a single time where any prayers and services were directed toward killing anyone. The western world and especially here in the States the politicians and the liberal media are betraying themselves and the populace they are supposed to serve. Here in America we talk about the porous Mexican border and the people coming into this Country from the south. Here in the States the people coming here are far different from the people coming from the Middle-East. Here we are talking about economics mostly, security secondarily. But religion is not an issue with these people as most are either Christian/Catholic or of no faith system at all. None of these people are being driven by a life long religious hatred toward everything that the Bible and “the West”  represent. Very few migrants from our south are coming into our country with the sole goal of killing over 300 million people and then taking all of the property of the ones they can kill. In Islam everyone will either convert and start worshiping their “god” fervently, or you are to be killed. What kind of “God” commands you to harm another person?

 

In Christianity the believers are told to go out into the world and try to convert people to Christ by the examples we live. This is for the purpose of “saving” everyone’s eternal Soul by teaching them of the love of Christ. In Christianity God’s hope is that all people will turn to Him through love before they die because the Scriptures teach us that if we die without Christ, then we will be condemned at our Judgement after we die. Our hope is that no one dies until they have had a long and healthy life tailored after the love of God. I as a Christian wish and hope that everyone on earth, including all the people who worship Allah will repent before they die. I do not even wish someone like “The Supreme Ruler” in Iran who is guilty of mass murder throughout the world to end up in Hell. As a Christian I want no one to be cast into a fire for the next trillions of years, there is no one I have ever hated that badly. The World is fighting the ideology of Islam whether you wish to be a part of it or not. This is a war that no one on the planet is safe from. You may say you are not at war with Islam, but that does not mean that Islam is not at war with you and every human being you know.

 

The “problem of Islam” will never be vanquished by human beings until the people who believe in Islam actually turn inward against itself and realize that they have been worshiping a Deity that is not a “god”. But since apx 80% of the Middle-East Islamic male believers and apx 50% of their Iman and 99% of their women can not read they will never know that they are worshiping the Devil, not a God. But, until the West and America wake up and realize that this invasion, this migrant situation, is different from anything that our Southern Brothers and Sisters have been bringing across our southern border. This is because it is not a case of religious beliefs butting heads, Islam is a whole new animal for all people to have to fight against. For the western world life as we have known it is changing for the worse and that is something that the whole world and every community in it will face and many people are going to be led to slaughter like a pack of ignorant pigs.

 

 

 

 

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

 

To the trees my Captain says

Across this open grass of green

Assorted flowers blooming from the spring rains

Will they be the last thing I see or smell

Will a gray pill be the last thing that I feel

Cross hairs locked upon my brain

Are the tree’s Benign

Or will this effort to reach them

Leave my bones among the flowers, the death of me

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

Or do I play the coward run slow use my brothers as a shield

Letting them taste first the breath of Hell

If in the trees it is waiting there

To the trees

Should we low crawl chins in the mud

Will we look like a fool if we do

Will we die in this field of green if we don’t

Life is a war, every breath is a chance

To the trees

Like life itself no doubt it is a gamble

Do we run in hope or do we cower in fear

This field may be placid, it may be my grave

If we just cower in the mud never step out into the field

We know we will not get out of this life alive

Hold your breath, pray, now step out into the field of life

If in our life we choose to never seek the thrills

The fields of life we will not cross, the flowers we will never smell

If we lived our life without excitement, did we truly live

To the trees child, to the trees!

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

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

The wise lay up knowledge for it is a well of life

The simple and the wicked do hunger for the end of the rainbow

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 one of the beginnings for human wisdom

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

You awake in the morning, through wisdom, your new day has begun.