(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

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 earned

One more trophy on my butt stock

As his last breath leaves with the wind

 

Is there blood on my conscience

For the blood that’s on my hands

Not knowing that my temple

Is the target of this mans friend

17, my life is over before it began

 

 

The Pilot Light In The Basement Of Hell

The Pilot Light In The Basement Of Hell

My picture of Hell is that it is a place where people will be in a condition like if a person were doused in gasoline then lit on fire, but you can never die from the pain, you must exist that way forever. Folks I don’t wish that on anyone that I have ever met but there are a lot of really nasty people who are probably down there right now suffering that pain. But folks, there have been some really bad people whom have walked upon this same earth that we stand on today, people like Hitler, Stalin, Jeffery Dommer and Chairman Mao. If these folks have had their audience at the Judgement Seat of Christ, where are they now?

Today what has jerked my chain is the story on the Google News about a 20-year-old thing (I refuse to call this thing, a man) in Raqqa Syria who is so beholding to a group of Demonic thugs that call themselves ISIS had the gall to execute his own Mom in front of a crowd. I read what she was being executed for, I did not continue reading to see how he committed this horrible crime against Nature and against God. I have never wished anyone to actually go to Hell literally, but I hope this piece of vomit dies a horrible death very soon and I hope that he knocks Hitler off of Hell’s pilot lite in the basement. What kind of sick mind could kill their own Mom, this is a creature that I could damn sure pull the trigger on, even a pacifist like I have grown into being has a real line in the sand concerning some things and murdering your own Mom crosses every line of decency within me.  This is just my opinion, what runs through your mind when you hear of such things? Does it make you sick, do you even care? I’m just trying to get us all to think, to keep your minds and your eyes open to the reality of the evil that walks upon this Earth we all share.

 

Forgiveness

FORGIVENESS

 

Tonight my wife and I were watching a taped show of Criminal Minds and like any good program should, it made me think on some issues. This program like most if not all of their programs has one of more murders in it. In tonight’s program the unsub (unknown subject) killed ten people before he killed himself. He was in a home to kill what would have been his eleventh victim when the FBI burst into the room. This man was seeking revenge for the death of his wife ten years earlier on some of the people he felt were guilty.

Ten years, some would say this is a long time, others would say, not so. How do we put a time limit on hurt and pain when this hurt is branded into one’s heart or mind? If in our soul we continue to have hate, is there such a thing as a time limit? It has been 210 months since my Mom was killed in a car accident, as you can probably tell, I have not forgotten. I could put the time down into hours and minutes, but that would serve no purpose. It took me a long time to be able to let this accident go in my heart and mind. Forgive, yes, forget, no. The young man who killed her was being immature and reckless in his driving, but it was still and accident. I never met him for the concern that if I did I might snap his neck, I have moved past those feelings for several years now, though I do still remember his name. If he had straight out murdered her, his name would have long since been written in stone. What we can forgive is a personal thing and it varies with each of us, and we will never know until an event happens to us that brings us to our knees.

At the end of tonight’s program part of a sentence started out “forgiveness does not change the past”, and no, it doesn’t. But forgiving is something that we can all do, but different issues can vary in the time it takes our hearts to heal from the event. Forgetting, a lot of things that have happened to us in our lives will never go out of our memories and psychologist tell us that some of the bad events in our childhood we suppress trying to forget them. The following few sentences are what walked across my mind after I heard that previous quote I just gave you, and I will close this note to you with it.

Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does shine a light on our future. Either a light to brightness, life, and site, or a light of blackness toward the evil that we now choose to live in.

(Philosophy Poem) Were We Ever Really Here, Did We Really Ever Live?

WERE WE EVER REALLY HERE, DID WE REALLY EVER LIVE?

 

I started to ask the question yet what will people think

Now that our last breath has left this, our physical host

Would we really be surprised if no one cared or came

Is it just a cold hard reality for some point and time for all

Once gone from here will anyone ever think again of our face

Will there be those of our own blood glad that we are gone

 

Mistakes we have made in our days that have passed

Separated by so many miles and ever precious time

Family blood is a bond no time nor human can break

Will we be remembered as one whom gave a damn

Did you find your partner, the one who loved you back

Find our peace with God, or spouse and home we lost

Will our bodies even be allowed a formal resting place

 

All the bad things we have done, it’s all just history now

There isn’t a pretty answer, just the cold hard fact we die

Ole’ French King Louie whom said “after me the deluge”

Will we all be just a vapor just like King Louie’s last draw

We are all but a grain of sand beneath the oceans of time

Love the Lord, obey your wife, always take your Mom’s call

Pray when we are gone that someone still smiles at our name

(History Poem) 112 Years Ago

112 YEARS AGO

 

December 5th, 1905, the Lord put an Angel in our life

Family history, a Beautiful pink Rose opened her eyes

Sophie Amanda Hanson, such a beautiful little girl child

Eyes filled with light, love, and little girl wonders, and fears

Always slight in personal possessions, yet full of hugs and love

Loving and caring, always centered on others, a gracious Soul

 

 

After 90 of our years the Lord seen fit to bring Her back home

As long as a person is remembered, they are never really gone

Blessed to have her daughter for my wonderful loving Mom

Your loving Soul now playing Rook with the Lord’s Angels above

The date of your birth, our family still honors your memory of

112 years soon you will be, this 5th of December, 1905 to 2017

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Daddy’s Little Princess

Daddy’s Little Princess

 

 

Little girls are so pretty from the time they are born

With their smiles like heaven so tender and warm

They learn to toddle and waddle and land on their buns

With eyes lit like Angels, with hearts so tender and warm

 

God’s gifts from Mommy’s bellies to Daddy’s outstretched arms

The Princess is taken to her castle where she is safe from all harm

 

Till school does begin and her new world she does charm

Smiling, and tender is she Daddy wrapped around her finger

Till finished with schooling then her beau down on one knee

 

Her Knight in shining armor does take her away

From Mom and Dad to her new castle she goes

Where the Queen of her own domain she now be

 

Not long in her new Kingdom her belly does rise

The Lord delivers to her and her King a 7 pound delight

A little bundle with bright pink blanket and shining eyes

With a smile like unto Heaven, a new Princess arrives

(Philosophy War/Poem) Young Soldier

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) Those Eyes

Those Eyes

The first eyes that we ever see

There filled with happiness and glee

Warmth in the smiles of Momma’s eyes

Those eyes do comfort and anxieties ease

First grade crushes every girl on the buses

Eyes filled with smiles and simplicity

Twinkles of glee and faces with blushes

Those eyes of adolescent crushes

Young adult eyes all filled with dreams

Hearts filled with love for your Bride

Those eyes, of a heart not yet broken

Middle age crazy our minds filled with lust

Lying here in bed with our neighbors wife

Remembering the heat and the lust in those eyes

Hearing a sound, it did not come from us

Stumble into the street everyone’s eyes looking up

There the saddest eyes I have ever seen

The eyes of the Lord looking straight at me

Mothers Day

Mother’s Day

Today’s the day that we are told

To honor our moms from times of old

The love of ones’ mom is purer than the finest gold

The love of a mom for child, the smile unbridled

The shine in their eyes, the touch of their hand

A kiss on your cheek the touch of her hand

A love and honor that never will bend

Mother, every child’s first best-est best friend

From our first day of school through college we labor

Mom holding our hand with love that doesn’t waver

Yet when needed kicking us in the seat of our pants

As time rolls on the day will come to all

Her hug you can’t get nor the touch of her hand

You will find your heart breaking

When her name in stone is written

Young Soldier

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

Our personal sandbox full of new thrills

 

17 who can now say that I am not a man

Jungles and deserts I now low crawl

With M-16 with 203 in my hand

I hold my breath and tweak my sight

With one finger the trigger I quietly squeeze

One less breath, one less enemy,one less man

As the earth inhales their blood

To me one more notch, one more trophy

As his last breath leaves with the wind

Is there blood on your conscience

For the blood on your hands

Not knowing your temple

Is the target

17 your life is over

Before it began