(Religious Poem) A Hollow Vessel

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A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that our body is a Holy Vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

 

 

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

 

 

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

 

 

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking on our heart

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If our Soul lacks God, our hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

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Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be generals and sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

 

President Mom calling a truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Your personal sandbox of new thrills

17 am I now not a macho-he man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with M-203 in my hands

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger I squeeze the trigger

Now one less breath, one less man

 

As the earth inhales the blood

To me just one more notch

One more trophy on my butt stock

As his last breath leaves with the wind

 

Is there blood on my conscience

For the blood on that’s on hands

Not knowing that my temple

Is the target of this mans friend

17, my life is over before it began

 

 

(Poem) Barrels And Bullets

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In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

(Religious Poem) A Hollow Vessel

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A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that our body is a Holy Vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

 

 

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

 

 

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

 

 

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking on our heart

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If our Soul lacks God, our hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

Holy Man (Or Woman)

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Like it or not we are what we are

We can choose our path, to the light or the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if only we could see

We choose to walk in and stay in the light from inside

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am because I choose, and God’s grace

I love the Son of God, more than the toys of man

We all sin daily for we are but filthy rags

For like you, I am just a man

If I forgive, and hold not against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

Being a Man of God is an honor given

Not from our own righteousness, but grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

It is difficult to have the heart of a hawk

And the spirit of a dove

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed for

A soul full of God’s love and body filled with His Spirit

Always willing to speak what you now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that you speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is no life for the meek.

Dammit Bill (Cosby): A Sickening Probability America/Wired World

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This sickening situation that has been unfolding more and more in the news lately about Bill Cosby has many sickening issues involved within it. I have refrained from putting pen to paper on this particular issue until more confirmed news became public. Just a few moments ago I completed watching and reading an NBC article dated today, July 22, 15. I was already more than a little nauseated by previous reports in the news this past year or so, this report along with some of the others just seems to confirm the worse.

 

Here is the disgusting thought that I am posting this post today about: For decades now tens of millions of people of all races have invited him into our homes, to our families living rooms: A serial rapist, a total predator in every sense of the word. About the only thing this man hasn’t done is kill and eat his victims. I HAVE ANOTHER QUESTION AND THAT IS WHY IS THIS man WALKING AROUND AS A FREE MAN? WHY IS HE NOT IN JAIL?—-I never yell like that, sorry. But dammit Bill!

(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

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Young Soldier

When we were young did we not all play

Pretending to be generals and sergeants

In our backyards or barns filled with hay

 

President Mom calling a truce

To fill our bellies with hot biscuits and ham

No foul, no harm, no spills I guess

When young, is not time and the world

Your personal sandbox of new thrills

17 am I now not a macho-he man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with M-203 in my hands

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger I squeeze the trigger

Now one less breath, one less man

 

As the earth inhales the blood

To me just one more notch

One more trophy on my butt stock

As his last breath leaves with the wind

 

Is there blood on my conscience

For the blood on that’s on hands

Not knowing that my temple

Is the target of this mans friend

17, my life is over before it began

 

 

Poem: Love And Kindness

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Love And Kindness

 

What is within the heart of man

Is it love and kindness

That upon your heart is brand

Little grain of sand, are you animal or man

What is it you think that makes you stand

Is it love and kindness, are you a friend

Love and kindness is your light true

Or is it brimstone shining behind a veil

What is within your heart o man

Who does rule your soul within

O love and kindness

Are you my friend

A Hollow Vessel

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A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, do not choose ye to be

For God’s gathering place is a most Holy place

Know ye not that your body is a Holy vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home of the Spirit of God

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If your Soul lacks God, your hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell

(Humor/Poem) Water In The Swamp

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Water in the Swamp

Water in the swamp

Mister, can you see at night

When you see the water move

Does a chill run up your spine

In the swamp the water is alive

Makes the strongest of men

Cry for their granny of their momma

Bubba chill out, boy can’t you see

Just a cotton mouth chewing on your knee

Beneath the swamps water so black on top

So clear two feet underneath, now you can see

Yes sir, 12 foot gator, now your eye to eye

Now the water in the swamp so dark

Yes Sir Studley, this is where you die