(Philosophy Poem) Eight Times Dead

Eight times dead

 

Nine lives like a cat

When we are born

We awake with a slap on the ass

When we close our eyes last

Was our life a nightmare or a dream

 

 

Two times drowned, going out going down

One torch from Heaven to touch the bones

Cut stem to stern the ticker to fix

Four other times visited by the light

When your heart stops its clicks

 

 

At the tender age of three years

These visions I began to see

Visions only with words while deep in sleep

Molested by babysitters teen age son

Later that day, the first time, the vision I see

 

 

A Lord’s Angel the visitor in the sun

If I chose to live my life for the Light

At the young age of eleven years

Shown the death I would be unworthy of

 

Murdered by the heart filled with evil

An honorable way to live and to die

Eight times dead in this life I’ve given

Like a cat, the ninth time will I die

Philosophy Of Being A True Biblical Friend

Philosophy Of Being A True Biblical Friend

 

To be true to God’s Commandments, we must be merciful

Do not withdraw your hand from a neighbor who is in need

When we could help but choose not too, this the Lord sees

To be honest with our neighbors is to secure a lifelong friend

If we borrow from our neighbor make sure to repay when due

 

Never be as a Heathen who borrows and counts it as a windfall

Many give flowers and kisses to the face of a lender they hate

Do not pay back he who helped you with lies and empty promises

If we refuse to payback we have created for ourselves an enemy

Many good people refuse to lend for fear of losing friend and gold

 

Be kind when you can but do not give what is beyond your means to do

To ask your roof for collateral is something not even a brother should do

Only a worm takes advantage of the weak the fatherless or the widow

It is better to give your silver to a brother who can’t repay than to lend it

To live poor with ones neighbors is better than being fat with close enemies

 

(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) Thy Father’s Son

THY FATHER’S SON

 

The Father loved his youngest above all his children

For in His old age his wife bore him one more son

Jealousy among brothers is rife with anger and pain

Can one speak peacefully to a brother that they hate

 

Can a dream of the younger enrage those with age

The aged, can they respectfully kiss the feet of a babe

If the younger speaks words of visions, do we listen

Is it folly to believe that young will reign over the old

 

Shall the Father and Mother rebuke the words of a child dreamer

If words offend the old should they rise up against the young brother

Age begets wisdom yet some are fools in their own delusional glory

Will not the striking of hands and shedding of blood be punished

 

In jealousy do we sell our own Brethren for a little gold and myrrh

Does the innocent blood on our coats drip upon the feet of our Soul

Will the Stone we cast away become the Master of our own defeat

Love your Brother while you have him, before it is our name in stone

 

(THE IDEA FOR THIS POEM CAME FROM THE BIBLE’S OLD TESTAMENT STORY OF JOSEPH, THE YOUNGEST OF ISRAEL’S SONS) (YOU CAN FIND THIS STORY IN THE BOOK OF GENESIS, CHAPTER #37)

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Peace In Death?

PEACE IN DEATH?

 

Celebrations of one’s life, or solitude at the grave of one’s death

When dust lay upon one’s face is it rest that has finally found us

The Politician nor the Lion can harm the Soul of one who is sleeping

Do evil ones lay in their grave rotting, hoping there is no more

Life is like a vapor in that it is here, and then in a blink, it is not

 

We pray unto God that He will grace us with health and with peace

Yet when He answers us, we try to turn our face from His answers

How is it that we do not know the voice of the Lord that is within us

How can one hide from He who has control of our bones and our Soul

Whether we are good or we are pure evil, we all will return to the dust

 

Can we by searching find out the mysteries of God or of this life

age gives wisdom of the flesh, yet from Spiritual knowledge, we hide

Dementia takes away the wisdom and the understanding of the Ancient

We barter with He who creates and destroys Nations, what are we to He

Our Dust is silent yet the Soul sleeps waiting for the Trumpet to hear

 

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) The Lord Gives The Final Judgment: Not Humans

The Lord Gives The Final Judgement Not Humans

 

The Lord tests the heats of all men free of bound

A wise servant shall inherit among the children

He who mocks the poor is a disgrace to his maker

He that covers a sin is loved and has many friends

A wise man receives glory but a fool many stripes

 

He that glorifies the wicked receives Hells fire as a reward

For lying lips receives condemnation from his own Lord

A foolish son is a grief and a misery unto his own father

A fool who shuts his own mouth may be counted as wise

Yet he who speaks many words may be counted as a fool

 

A fool’s mouth spouts many words and are a snare to his Soul

He that speaks before he hears a matter is known as a fool

Wealth makes many friends but the poor knows not his neighbor

A wise man guards his own anger to the glory of his own Soul

He that seeks wisdom and understanding saves his whole house

 

Chasten your child while there is still hope for their Soul

Harken unto wise counsel so you may be wise in your old age

Fear of the Lord brings wisdom so that evil will not visit you

He that cast away their parents shall live their life in shame

For Hell awaits the evil and stripes for the backs of the foolish

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Saying Goodbye, Again

Saying Goodbye, Again

 

(This is dedicated to a man I look up to, my Father-In-Law, Glenn Wright)

 

How many times do we say goodbye, to the same one

We lose them in dreams at night even before their gone

The pain of reality like sharp darts to the Core of the Heart

Laying down, one you love, tears the Soul into many pieces

Yet I know that they knew, they were so dearly loved by  I

Does one truly die if loved ones cherish the thought of them

We may all say goodbye once, location of the second, is the trip

(Philosophy/Poem) God Blesses Those Who Help The Poor

God Blesses Those Who Help The Poor

 

Blessed is the person who cares about the poor, and the hungry

The Lord will protect the Soul of the cheerful giver from the pit

Such ones should be protected and not delivered to the Court

When a Righteous one is ill his neighbors should tend his fields

They who curse the Righteous makes his own bed in the fire

 

A righteous person will never seek the blood of a neighbor or friend

Spirit led Souls will not whisper lies behind the back of anyone

Godly children will not show the back of their hand to the hungry

If you have not charity in your Soul you have not the favor of the Lord

Peace and love are but empty words if there is no charity in the heart

 

Lord, please uphold the integrity your Spirit has given to my Soul

Does our Soul pant for the cool clear waters of Heaven on high

Our eyes, do they water at the sight of the hungry and homeless

Do we give our best food when our children come to our door

If we care about right and wrong, do we walk the path we talk

 

Character is what shows the personality of the Creature inside us

Faithful, Godly and Holiness, are these the trademarks of our life

One cannot be hate filled and hostile and be a child of The Light

Do we only have loyalty to the Dollar, Rubble, Yen and the Yuan

To truly live one must have Charity at the foundation of our life

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Spiritual Awakening

Spiritual Awakening

 

In our modern times do people still have a Spiritual Awakening

Bethel, the latter of the Spirits and Angels of God to Heaven’s door

Do we seek to find the Spirit of God in the life we choose to live

The Kings of Israel learned to seek the face of God, yet do we

Are the Words of God etched upon our Soul and Upon our heart

 

The Lords Apostles told us we should walk with the Lord every day

Can we find a Spirit if we bind our minds in the world of the flesh

By faith and by grace we are all the children of God our Creator

Without faith and love we cannot please the first begotten of the dead

There is no flesh in Heaven, except the Spirit of God if you wish to live

 

The Prophets of old told us all how by the Spirit of God we should live

The Old Law written in obedience the New is written in Blood and love

The Spirit of God lives within us, if not, at our Judgement were dead

Seek ye first the Kingdom of God for it is through power and faith we live

A Spiritual Awakening is required or with the Devil forever we will live