(Philosophy Poem) What A Beautiful Evening

What A Beautiful Evening

 

Do we ever, just stop and look around us

Where are today or for later this evening

Just exactly what are we doing right now

Open our eyes now, what is it that we see

 

Do we notice any of God’s beauty around us

Trees, fresh air or even on the Cities Side-walks

Horses, Catfish-ponds and God’s virgin mountain trees

High-Rises, Government owned, and then the crimes

 

Working on the streets and living where you can

Bad luck, bad deals, don’t mean that a person is trash

Are we really as happy as others gossip that we’re not

Lying with some-one else’s wife, or others with our own

 

To ourselves do we ever stop and say, thank you Lord

Different stages for each one blessed to reach 80 years

Things we did good, others we needed to ask forgiveness

Our Ends, it just something, so enjoy the beauty till then

 

(Philosophy Poem) (Am) I A Man Of God

(Am) I A Man Of God

 

Am I indeed a man who puts God first in my life

Are my thoughts, deeds and words truly sanctified

The vowels that I have vowed, have I yet to pay them

The mouth does indeed cause the flesh so many sins

There is no just man who only does good and sins not

 

My Spirit, is it hasty to be angered like unto a drunken Ruler

How can the flesh say with certainty the promises of tomorrow

If a man has Godly wisdom his heart, face and Soul do shine

Can the flesh know a Heavenly secret unless God has given it

Should we all not eat and drink with thankfulness to our giver

 

Man was indeed made upright yet a woman has caused many to bow

A man of God should always live in moderation and within God’s wisdom

God’s wisdom gives moral strength to those who daily seek to live within it

Three events come to all who live under the sun, birth, death then judgement

Man of God, or no, it is the Spirit of God Almighty within us, who proves us

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Sure Step

Sure Step

My next step

Lord where shall it be

I pray for guidance

With every breath, and every step

I know not life’s path

That is set in front of my feet

Lord please be my light

So that my eyes can see my feet

I wish not to wander blindly

With my feet upon soft ground

For in my life I have walked in darkness

With my toes sinking into uncertain ground

Lord, please guide my conscience

Please keep my body and mind sound

Keep me away from life’s deadly holes

Please embed your light into my soul

Lord, I wish not to stumble

Nor fall into Satan’s grasp

Lord please always guide my feet

So I can tell Satan to kiss my ass

(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