(Philosophy Poem) The Lord’s Path To Walk

The Lord’s Path To Walk

 

If you walk with The Lord fear not the path you tread

Like the Perfect Doctor He always protects and saves

The wise do not have the wisdom of their own Creator

A sensible person clings to His laws as Divine Oracles

Guard yourself with His Light upon your feet and heart

 

Know what you will say before your words are formed

There is a time that all should stay quiet and to listen

Draw upon your G-d given wisdom when your speaking

The heart of the fool walks within the prints of a Dragon

If our friend mocks the path you walk he is indeed no friend

 

In the days of our life do we make one more important than others

Do we not all along with the Earth rotate around the same Sun

In The Lord’s wisdom each day and each season is appointed to us

We were all made of dust and to it we shall all surely return again

Follow The Lord’s path and His words for they are exalted and blessed

 

Do not give power over your Soul to anyone else for our Creator owns us

All of the Lords works is in pairs of two like a coin with two sides two faces

The wise listen and obey their Master’s voice but the fool walks in darkness

Excel in your daily walk with The Lord, put no undue strain upon your honor

We shall all receive our due inheritance from the life that we choose to walk

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil

 

Born into a world that we know nothing of

From a Spirit up above to the flesh below

We know not, we see and understand not

Life eternal, not here but above and below

Innocent age for awhile this we all are

 

We see, hear and feel as we learn our place

Birthed from G-d, never separated from above

We learn what is good from that which is not

Children we were, we are and will always be

Not all parents teach us how not to be burned

 

The Mind and Soul is willing but the flesh is so very weak

We choose our own path with which to live or chose to die

To whose Music do we choose to move our life and our feet

Our Leaders heart and feet are molded in Hell’s  fiery heat

If we dance with the Devil then with Him in Hell we’ll be

(A Philosophy Poem)—-A Poor Man’s Plea

(A Poor Man’s Plea)

 

Why do You stay so long from me my Lord

Why have You hidden Your Face from mine

Those with power persecute Your Children

The wicked in ignorance do beat their chest

They boast about the blood of the working poor

 

The poor rise early to worship and praise The Lord

The Lord is always in the thoughts of the wise

From the pride of wealth many will die two deaths

For the love of power they do puff at Your righteous

An Evil Leaders mouth is always full of knives and lies

 

Lord what am I that You would be mindful of me

A righteous man is known by his faith and his works

The Prideful boast that they have no need of You

A truly wise man will always bow his heart to prayer

For the ignorant with their ego’s will reside in Hell’s Fire

 

( I got the idea for this peace from the Biblical Book of Psalms, 

Chapters 8 & 10.)

 

(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