(Philosophy Poem) Living By Faith And G-d’s Grace

(Living By Faith An G-d’s Grace)

 

On a night so very long ago now it seems

Was the first night that a man saw the Stars

On a Sabbath a man from the dirt was made

A rib plucked from his side a helpmate

Designed to grow old in Paradise, not die

 

Seven generations a Holy Man was born

His first Son Abraham gave of his spoils

Methuselah a true High Priest of the day

Not the Lord nor was he anyones King

300 more years and Enoch flew away

 

Elijah the Prophet, here he did not stay

On a Chariot of fire he did fly away

Two Holy Men no bodies to ever be found

Revelation two men at the Wailing Wall

All must die once, a second death burns

 

Child, live your life like a true Holy man of G-d

Hell is coming on and under the face of the Earth

Pray daily for those you love who have no faith

Separation from G-d is indeed one Hell of a place

Die a second time we will never see the Lord’s Face

(Philosophical Poem) Having A Superpower

Having A Superpower

 

Me and my Superpower, you and yours

If we really could have one what would it be

Things like World Peace wouldn’t qualify though

Not unless every Soul in the Universe would agree

Peace cannot be while hate still reigns in one heart

 

Bottle and a Jeannie say to give one person three

Yet, if we each really did get one, what would we choose

Think about it a moment before you decide what it to be

Would we use it to enrich ourselves, or cause pain and grief

Would we share our help or would we just keep it to ourselves

 

Seeing the future, reading people thoughts from their minds

Becoming invisible to avoid times of pain or great stress

Fly like a Hogger on an Indian with bugs hanging in our teeth

Yet it’s just fantasy because humans don’t use the ones we have

Love and Faith are the first Superpowers I wish we used more of

 

 

(Before some of you get confused or a bit offended by the words used in line 13

here are the meanings of: Hogger: a Harley Motorcycle rider. and: Indian: an Indian 

is a very old high quality Motorcycle.)

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Live Like There Is A Tomorrow

Live Like There Is A Tomorrow

 

The heartbeat in the womb known to most Mothers

Security we thought we had, like the love of a Mom

Living in the land of noise and constant clatter

So concerned about today we forget about tomorrow

Dig into your own foundation to learn what your about

 

Today is like unto tomorrow, lost into our yesterdays in space

Look back for our foundation and forward with love and faith

What we see today, yesterday so much had not been made

Live each day with thankfulness no tomorrow guaranteed

Sunshine or gray, today is all we have got with which to play

 

One will never see tomorrow in the flesh if they die today

We only get this one turn so get out and enjoy your day

In my time men and women by forty were bald, gray or dead

Life lay ahead, live it like you know you will again see the Sun

If we walk our life as thought we’re dead life becomes quite hollow

(Philosophy Poem) Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

Are We Nothing But Inbred Spies

 

When we’re born into life do we know anything

We Pee, belch and fart all around our new domain

On the cool days we even mud bomb Mom or Dad

Just before this school world starts all we do is test

Average kids all came with me, the smartasses over there

 

These old ladies teach us all of their uninteresting B.S.

Recess used to be a little freedom, then they took it away

Teachers in our Restrooms and Cops monitoring the Halls

Only speak when peeing, it messes up their mic’s in the wall

Mouth shut, march in line, preparing us for hurry up and wait

 

Now we are all but Robots, programmed to be just like them

If we complain or call in sick, tomorrow our income goes away

We can only be sick on our own time if there is such a thing today

Always keep your head down, your mouth shut, submissive or die

Educated in Satan’s Realm you either accept the Chip, you Spy, or die

Philosophy Poem: Lament Ye The End Of Life As We Know It

Lament Ye The End Of Life As We Know It

 

Will ye Lament the darkness of your own funeral

The pictures we have painted are all painted in red

The rubble of our cities and homes is well deserved

Politicians wrap themselves in the Flags of Nations

Yet our factories and our farms lay barren before us

 

Is this the time of the end of life as we have known it

Soon our Capitals now lay wasted under the Pigs hooves

With hooks in our nose we shall be as nothing but slaves

Our children’s bones shall be ground into the mud and dust

Our Leaders play poker with the Devil and it is we who lost

 

Friends, cry out, but not as a woman who travails in giving birth

Rejoice in lessons learned and turn our face from the evil ones

Cry out to G-d as a sick child does for the arms of their Mother

Let not our world come apart because of the ego of our Leaders

Triumph over tragedy through Faith in the Lord who still loves us

(Philosophy Poem) Comfort And Compassion

Comfort And Compassion

 

When evil comes upon a friend do we offer compassion

Do we console and wrap their heart in our love for them

When one is afflicted in sorrows do we pounce upon them

If one is discouraged and weak do we compound their troubles

Do we have compassion, do others see the love of G-d in us

 

Comfort, when given, does not have a greedy eye upon their losses

Do not be despondent in the face of troubles, either theirs or your own

Our faith testifies of G-d’s love that resides within heart of the faithful

Yet how can a person give comfort if they refuse to give compassion

G-d’s own words will convict the Soul that refuses to give of His love

 

Man is riddled with dirt and sin yet G-d walks our road of life with us

One can only give of what they have whether it be sweet or it be sour

A sip of water and a piece of bread given with compassion can save Souls

As the Sun rose the giver and the given walked the same path together

When The Lord looks into our eyes, will He give to us, compassion, or fire

(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