(Philosophy Poem) Who Is Worthy To Rule Us

WHO IS WORTHY TO RULE US

 

It is the law that ordains Presidents and High Priests

Yet man’s laws are filled with infirmities and deceit

Do our Leaders meet each morning to ask God’s will

Are our Leaders Holy, undefiled, separated from sin

Just as a Priest will fade away, so do the words of men

 

As a Priests oaths are Holy, should not also the words of a King

The Lord has no need to repent, can the same be said for a man

Man’s laws have never been perfect, yet they now rule over God’s

Until man annuls the grip of evil hearts, there is no justice for all

The weak are only for the profit of the rich, until the Trumpet’s call

 

In the Order of Melchizedek are there Leaders in the shade of His Tree

There is one High Priest not of human laws, but for everlasting peace

God’s Words are as a solid rock, yet what of these words of mortal men

New Covenants, new laws that don’t pass away, there made to bury us

Humans who wish to take the lead but what of their mercy and righteousness

(Philosophy Poem) We Chose This

WE CHOSE THIS

 

Was the last thing we had no choice about: the womb

Did we have a choice to come out, or to stay in and die

True: Our skin color and our parents these were just a fluke

The Country we were born in doesn’t mean we have to die there

Now, please bend me your ear and lend me a piece of your time

 

Many say where we live or die, we have no choice, for most, not so

The civilized world lets us walk or run away once 18 years in time

We choose to keep our nose clean or to smoke those little pipes

In the West Education is forced, many places people would kill for

We choose to work for a ride or we can steal it from a parking lot

 

We choose the kind of career we have by the lessons we chose to learn

If we are unhappy where we are at in live: set in motion a plan to leave

If you are the one who said I do, to a total fraud the answer is D-I-V-O-R-C-E

We choose to be a Hillbilly, Cowboy, a Yankee, or a dude, it is all up to us

Whether we choose to be kind or not: Heaven or Hell, it’s up to us, we choose

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) When The Wicked Rule

WHEN THE WICKED RULE

 

The Wicked in their ego do flap their lips in their selfish pride

They Judge the fatherless with glee and steal their inheritance

Evil breaks the backs of the workers as they starve them to death

The poor worship the Lord yet the rich worship only themselves

The Wicked deny and despise God up to their own bitter end

 

The One Percent lurk in high places scheming to end the poor

Like a Lion they catch the week and drag them to their death

They keepeth the bones as a trophy and hangeth up their head

Their mouths are full of deceit and fraud living in their own lies

To the evil all news is fake as they sneer and laugh at the truth

 

When the Judges of the world are evil they curtsy only to gold

When the DOJ is clueless to Truth they infect all that is good

When Houses collude they garner wealth and spit on the poor

When Treason and Collusion are let slide the whole Nation dies

Man’s Judgement is short, God’s is Eternal, so is the Fire of Hell

(Philosophy Poem) Wisdom Of A Drunkard

WISDOM OF A DRUNKARD

 

Would a sober man lay down in the flames of a fire

If you are not sick or wounded should you die young

Strong wine will show you things that are not there

Strange women and wine will steal all of your wages

Yet, when you awaken sick do you seek to feel it again

 

The bottle can sting like a Scorpion and bite like an Asp

When you hear the rattle why do you still seek its poison

Why do we seek woe’s and sorrows from thy lovers heart

Wine lies in wait like the Lion hiding in the high weeds

Strong drink is like a whore who leaves us lying in the ditch

 

Child let your eyes and heart observe the ways of a Mothers love

Fathers and Mothers rejoice over the path of their sober child

Use your strength to find truth, sell it not for the price of a bottle

A drunkard shall only know poverty and live their life in dishonor

Everything has its end, let not wine be the early end of your time

(Philosophy Poem) Rain Drops Again: Evil Or Friend

Rain Drops Again: Evil Or Friend

(Written in May of 2017)

Here in Eastern Kentucky it has been a bit wet

I see on the t.v. the N.E. the water is running high

It’s so hot down in Florida, match sticks run for their lives

Jet Streams are a little high here yet just a little low there

 

Farmers look for Spring moisture, brings the Earth alive

To late to have a hard freeze, did all your seedlings survive

We all gotta have water and food, and not just two-legged kind

Or, is it all just a niche, one of the Earth’s 10,000 year twitches

 

Could it be these next 100 years, humanity itself will be what shifts

Could the Sahara become the next, Whole Worlds Bread Basket again

All the while the Sand Dunes in Nebraska goes on for miles and miles

Just a bloody dream, awakened by the rain again, Lord is it Evil, or a friend?

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Three Minutes Till The End

THREE MINUTES TILL THE END

 

Three minutes, it’s not a lot of time

But, if it were in deed all we have left

Three minutes, what should we choose to do

Not much time to think or act, cry or pray

What if, 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

Would we wonder how it is going to feel to die

How many seconds will we spend in self-pity crying

 

 

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

Should we spend our precious time pleading for more

Maybe we should 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 call or text

Whom is it that we choose for 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 His love

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

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

(Philosophy Poem) To Live In Peace

TO LIVE IN PEACE

 

O to live in peace

Why does this have such a majestic ring

Isn’t this something that all sane people wish to be

Why does so many in peace name seem to die each week

It has never been since Adam that God’s peace was free

 

 

Strength and prayer, the armor that keeps a free people free

Forsake either one and in this world we will soon cease to be

Is this the year that to God Himself, all leaders bow their knee

To live in peace with freedom should be a world motto for thee

Simple mathematics, no peace, no freedom, leaves only tyranny

(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

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Today Is The Past: As We Breathe It

TODAY IS THE PAST: AS WE BREATHE IT

 

To the days that have passed, with us along for the ride

A salute to all of our yesterdays, with our smiles up or down

Spend little time on the stripes received, that we’ve not earned

Smiles on faces seen, but on some, with time, names forgotten

One’s own bed, finally peaceful, quiet, snuggle in, smile, cry, pray

Loved ones, one by one, through time, left our arms, not our hearts

 

 

Snapshots of peaceful times, some on mind, some caught on print

Years gone by, do our memories really fade, like the whisper of time

Patriarch in your forties, not something ever longed for, or wished to see

Our children, and now theirs grownup, to ignore that we ever breathed

Things we have done wrong, own them, sometimes, some peace will be

Yesterdays ill’s, we can’t hit replay, change mistakes or the hearts broken

 

 

History is today, don’t be the butt of tomorrows viral You Tube jokes

Yesterday is now our past, good or bad it’s over, now breathe, it’s gone

Mistakes can haunt the human brain till we let them put us in a grave

Tomorrow we all could be dancing on the stair well to Heaven with Angels

The bliss we seek depends on today, not the shadows of our past, unchangeable

We all choose our path, today and tomorrow will soon for all, be our past

(Philosophy Poem) Professor

PROFESSOR

 

Professor please teach me

The things that I don’t know

Lean an ear to the cerebral

Lecture till my mind does gleam

 

Professor please take my mind

To places my body will never see

Educate the Soul between the ears

The heart beats yet the Soul is life

 

Professor, teach your desk bound subjects light

Take my mind’s eye with colorful thoughts far away

Take me far out of my real life like a kid with a game

Teach me real truths for this world we live in today