(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 type Poem) Life Is But A Chance

Life Is But A Chance

 

Is not our lives but a chance upon a breeze

Where were we born, what do our Daddy do

Slop Shovel always stuck to your callous

What can a Poor man offer Daughter or Son

Crooks ride by with their smirks in the air

 

Life is unkind or to kind depending on one’s view

Golden spoon not worth the weight of the Boot

Family got the money, they’re just morally broke

Boarding House upbringing is a hell of a home

Grace not given is grace that is so seldom returned

 

Some noticed luck when she slapped him

Sometimes we tend to duck a bit to quick

Born into or out of what, on our first day

Bank Accounts, Skin Color, Ignorance or Hate

Life is a Chance at a Dance, don’t miss your date

 

 

(Philosophy Type Poem) Be Quiet

Be Quiet

 

Be quiet child, hush your mouth

No gain to flush your thoughts out

You speak, your quickly cast out

The Young voice should never be heard

How we learn to hide in our fantasy worlds

 

We’re taught to speak then told not too

What if we sang about real world abuse

Can the World handle that which is truth

The Quiet and the Kind so often abused

Eyes of Black with bones beaten dark Blue

 

You Marry to a Partner who thinks you a Twit

Your opinions valued the same as when a kid

Odd how 100 Lb woman be an overpowering Witch

The Quiet and the Kind if in Faith is true strength

Running of the Mouth is like an open Sewage Ditch

(Philosophy Poem) What If

What If

 

What if we are but one speck of Dust…

In a line of specks of Dust…

What then

In Our Universe

With Webbed Lines of even more Universes

Through More Black Holes

At what point do we back off our ego’s and B.S.

Why is it that we know so little about what is

I am embarrassed to know as little as I do

Barely got down one Language, no luck on two

There are many whom are wise

Yet few less that I

I pray that after all is said and done

At Our Judgement The Lord Will Smile Our Way

(Philosophy Poem) We Will Miss Them More, When They Are Gone

We Will Miss Them More, When They Are Gone

 

Until 30 I had lost no close family in my life

Within 9 months Mother-in-Law and Grandpa died

You know this time will come if you don’t sleep first

During the 90’s so many loved ones crossed that veil

Having your Brother pass on your birthday is a Pill

 

At 37 you become the Patriarch the old one of the family

Tear stained stones and grass stained knees do abound

Loved Ones Names written in Stone, this hurts way down

You can’t pray loved ones into Heaven, their walk is done

We can hope and pray that one day we will see them again

 

Do we walk our life in love, or is our ground salted in hate

All of our Loved Ones they will disappear, slide from our sight

While They were alive did we live as though we even cared

Will we make even a ripple when we’re put beneath the ground

Lord, please help us when in the darkness we find, we’re all alone

(Theology Type Of Poem) What We See, But Also, What We Don’t See

What We See, But Also, What We Don’t See

 

We are all in the Womb, so what did we know and when

So, what did we see with our first memory, of anything

What did we know when we first remember seeing the Sun

How many folks have we seen through our heart, for a while

When did we each say, here I am, and remember that memory

 

There is always a time when we look right through our life, like a grind

We all walked past the Daily Hurdles life so kindly keep twirling at us

Did we notice and remember the people who slid in and out of our daily life

Stages of how you and I look now look in the memories of others cared about

Grades at every step, in deed we’re prodded and Rated, but what were we taught

 

Those around us who we know, how many of those folks don’t even recognize us

Yet how many wonderful people have we walked by because we didn’t see them

One side is irate cause the memories they see were far from being great ones

With Gray Hair we understand better what our senses of youth were blind to

When we understand that only by the Grace of G-d, have you or I, ever been

 

(Philosophy Poem) Dry Bones

Dry Bones

 

Twice it shall be where we are totally exposed

Sinew, skin and our clothes will always pass away

We hide our virtues or our lack thereof only in vain

Our nakedness we try to hide yet many shall see it

All that lies beneath our ornaments fades with time

 

Do our bones just lay beneath the ground waiting to rise

Will we awake for All Saints Days to love or to hate again

The Soul given us, does it lay quietly waiting in the ground

From the Crypt of the Underworld one day Hell will surely arise

Above the ground or beneath it, where can our Soul or bones hide

 

In the depths of the Seas many have sank into the sand and will first arise

Some bones lay frozen in time, others are but vapors in the winds of wars

In the Badlands and deserts there are many lives hidden in shifting sands

At the Word of G-d the great and the small will arise in their allotted hour

Our bodies dried bones will go to dust, yet our Soul to Paradise or the Fire

Philosophy Poem: Age

AGE

 

It is said that age is counted by years and the wear on the body

With age comes physical infirmities as the body breaks down

Our legs and our behinds become unwilling to accept adventure

Declining strength and deterioration become everyday realities

Yet it is our Minds and our Soul that determines quality of life

 

Within the gray hair of mankind lies the wisdom of the world

Maturity and Spiritual beauty are the waters that wash the Soul

The fruitfulness that age produces is fair judgement and patience

Strong Faith is the Pillar on which all strong Souls do flourish

When gray hairs lie upon us it is our Wisdom by which we’re known

 

Respect and honor those of gray hair for to disrespect is insolence

If we choose to not honor our Elders we are a fool dancing in the fire

Gray hair follows wisdom and the love and fear of the Great Creator

When our physical body has retired the eyes of the Soul still sees

If we walk after the Heart and Spirit of Jesus Christ we will never die

Brain Games: 12 Proverbs And Philosophy From My Old Mind: To Yours

Brain Games: 12 Proverbs And Philosophy From My Old Mind: To Yours

 

1) Here in the 21st century how many Christians still observe the day given as Christ’s Birthday, as His Birthday? Yet, it seems that so few choose to walk in His principles. So, is it easier to keep this Holiday, or His Birthday than it is to keep His Commandments? Or, in this modern age are His words of no matter because we judge ourselves by our own righteousness?

 

2) America, if we the people give up the Liberty of the Second Amendment believing that the Government will protect us in our times of peril then we will most certainly lose our freedom, our God-given rights, our Country, and our lives.

 

3) Where you have liberty and all of the basic human rights given to you by God Himself, then you have a Country worth fighting for. If you do not have these things then you do not have a Country, all you have is labor and death to leave to your children and their children.

 

4) We should all work each day as though we will grow old. Yet each night we should bow our knees and pray that we do not die on the morrow.

 

5) Does anyone really own the title to a piece of land? Remember, the Lord gives and if He wishes, the Lord has every right to take away. All things belong to the Lord for they were His before us and they will be His after even the thought of us is gone. Yet no free people can tolerate a Government that puts themselves upon God’s Throne. Governments do not give freedom to the people. It is the people who allow the Government to exist, not the other way around!

 

6) A free people’s rights come from the laws of God, not from inside the D.C. Beltway!

 

7) What will be the American History of 2018 that is left to the future generations, if indeed there be any? Is this generation truly nothing but Donkey dung or Elephant manure? For what good or what freedom can come from the mouth’s of two Domesticated Beasts who’s master is a Dragon?

 

8) If the people are allowed to have no freedom of choice by their Government then the people’s only free choice is to remove that Government!

 

9) We have all heard the old saying about their being too many Chiefs and not enough Indians. Yet if the labor of multitudes of Indians go only to behoove a small number of Chiefs, these few Chiefs will grow to consider the many who made them what they are as nothing but parasites not even worthy of their crumbs!

 

10) As death draws us near to our bed what is it that we hope for or believe? Did we leave God’s Light in the eyes of our children or the love of freedom upon their hearts? Or, will the memory of us be forgotten once the dirt is shoveled upon our face?

 

11) If “We The People” are so ignorant as to send Lawyers to be in “Our Congress” how can we expect anything except double talk as they fill their pockets at the people’s expense?

 

12) If a person in your country seeks a position of power and they request you have confidence in them, consider their request if you wish. Yet make sure of two things. Make sure that their feet are bound with chains to your country’s Constitution, and their heart to the Constitution of ‘The’ Creator. For if either one is not bound as such, the people will know only misery, poverty, and an early death!

 

(I hope that you liked at least some or even one of these and if not, I hope that they at least made you either smile, or think. Good night, and God bless.)

Philosophy Poem: Who Am I

WHO AM I

 

I know where I was born and the name given

My Parents, my Family, my blood I am told

My dwellings I remember back to age 2 or 3

Scenery and events cemented into my mind

There is beauty, there is ugly and many scars

 

There was some love in the making of who I am and was

So many adults left their stains like coffee on a Prayer book

Educators who taught you only of their own dark Demons

A Parents version of Hell and the Family who stayed quiet

None of us then or now were born with the minds of Angels

 

The good, the bad and the evil are the glue that forms us

Our minds and our bodies are fragile yet our Soul is eternal

The Conscience is born neutral, the lessons learned make us

Wealth and poverty teach us yet it is we who decide what matters

The better that we know our self the less the world will upset us