(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

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) I Do Not Want Your Blood

I Do Not Want Your Blood  

Your military like ours they do prance and strut

Our Leaders do crow and their chests they thump

It is not a sandlot game nor is it with toys they play

For honor and glory our children they put in harms way

Leaders should get on a field together and pound away

 

I want peace and prosperity for my family and yours

Let us all work in the factories or fields for a days wage

We all have some differences but we’re mostly the same

We all require food and water and a safe place to lay

The tyrants at the top we citizens should neuter and spay

 

Our Leaders so out of touch they do not care anyway

They sit in their Mansions treating our people as prey

Your blood or ours I have no interest to spill any day

With wheat fields glowing no one can live in the ruts

Our Leaders are the problem I think they are all nuts

Can We Except Life Or Even Should We

 

 

This title is just a thought that fluttered across my tired mind as I sit here at my computer just before 5 AM on this rainy Friday morning. I just spoke with one of my regular readers here on-line a few moments ago about an article I reblogged for another writer earlier this morning. The article that I reblogged was one about Norway being the happiest country in the world and I made a comment to my friend that Norway is where my ancestral tree has its roots. In our conversation I mentioned that I have never been to Norway and reality is that I never will go there. She came back with a comment that I could just make a short trip and visit that proverbial Tree. I didn’t get into reality issues in our conversation so there are things that she was not aware of as to why I haven’t gone there or why I won’t be able to go there in the future (if there is one). There are two main reasons that I won’t be able to go there and they are simply I do not have the health nor the money to make such a trip. Reality is also that if I had one of those rich Uncles that I never knew about and he offered to give the means to do such traveling I would turn that offer down and ask him to spend that money more wisely such as giving it to a food pantry, soup kitchen, meals on wheels or to a shelter. The needs of the poor are so many that if I inherited a billion dollars I could spend it right here in Appalachia and I know that this still would not be even close to enough to cover the needs of the people. My wishes to see other lands outside of North America are nothing in comparison to children having good food to eat and a roof over their head.

 

As I have aged I have mellowed out my rambling and rowdy ways of my youth which is something that I am very glad of. When a person knows that they are close to death and the doctors have for years been saying that they do not even know how you are alive one can get a bit philosophical in how they view life and the world. The things that matter to you seem to evolve within yourself. As I look back at the different events in my life where I made horrible decisions that hurt other people it in some cases just makes me sick. There are many things that happened in my past with people who were suppose to have loved who treated me horribly constantly instead. Yet I did learn from how others treated me and I have learned from my own sins, they are all part of what has made this person that I am today.

 

There are some people who might say that I have given up on life but I disagree with that line of thought. I feel that I am simply realistic. I have learned to accept my physical health and all of the limits it forces on me. As we humans age we all have to understand that at some point if we live long enough there are going to be things that we used to could do that simply isn’t safe for us to do or is just to painful for us to do. People who have lived almost all of their lives in financially week to week survival mode are very used to not even thinking about a new car or being able to take a week’s vacation even if they stayed at home because they simply can’t afford to. Things like stocks and bonds and European holidays or belonging to a Country Club never even cross their mind because they are to busy working their fingers to the bone trying to come up with housing and food for the next week. People have different realities that make their life unique from other people’s lives even from within their own families. We are all individual creatures ordained by God through the breath of life that He has given to each of us and though we can all be tied together by the Holy Spirit of God, our Souls are individual creations.

 

We all have to decide what kind of person we will settle on being, even if we feel that we do not choose, that we are just ‘happy go lucky’ that is still our choice. If I could somehow trade places with President Trump but I would have to have his ‘qualities’ and his Soul, even though he obviously has much better health, a lot more money and a really cool job, there is no way I would accept that offer. So, can we except the person that we are today? Are we alright with that person? Do you have youth and or decent health? Do you have the desire to live better or different from what you are today? So, can we except our lot in life, can we change it if we really want to? I have found my own answers and my own personal peace with our Creator, before you leave this Earth I pray that you will figure out who you are and if that is okay with you. This is an individual thing, only we can decide what our path in front of us looks like and if we are content with that path.

(History Philosophy/Poem) In My Time — A Odd And Unique Story Of My Life

In My Time—-My First Ever Post Revisited

 

I was just going through some of my data and I went back to my first ever post, I like it pretty well so I brought it up from the grave to you, for your consideration to see what you folks think of it. Basically this is a story of my life, it is a story filled with the good the bad the ugly the odd the strange, the spiritual and the evil. By no means am I perfect, I have had more flaws than I could possibly remember or count. I have tried to put this story into the form of a poem, hopefully it will tweak your interest some, who knows, it may give you a few moments of humor.   T.R.S.

 

O Lord, the things I have seen in the days I have been given

O Lord, the things by your grace to me You have shown me

South-West Virginia and Your beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

Iron Ridge culture, hard-working poor white trash, 1950’s

 

 

“I’m going to start remembering now”

These, the first words I ever remember

Spoken aloud, words from within my own soul

Inner words, everyone has a soul, I know They speak to us all

 

 

Placed all the rooms in our little home, which I still remember

Outside, counted all the concrete blocks front stoop to back yard

Two years old, friends how do we do and know such things as this

Born with math skills, but look at Mozart what at three he could play

 

 

Summer time, setting on the front porch, my two siblings by my side

Walk across the dirt road to the old dilapidated wood cattle gate

Sunny day, watching the cattle milling around on the other side

Mom gave us each a nickel for us a Coke to buy, a great treat at the time

Walked to the Shell filling station just below this house that sheltered five

 

 

O how hard it was on Mom, alcoholic Dad drinking his wages away

Minimum wage factories, workers just chafe on the rich mans floor

I guess it’s easier on the preschool children, the caste they don’t know

School starts, you see other children, realities you had not seen before

 

 

Mid 1960’s, poor flight to west, a better life you’re hoping for

You trade the Blue Ridge for the Great Sioux’s Black Hills

O Lord, on at trip like this, the things a child’s eyes ingest

Moon light shines, illuminates the beauty of the big rigs

 

 

August Rattle Snakes playing in the sand, 114 degrees in the shade

30 days later, chest high snow in September, O what a strange place

One year later, hoping for better, for a good job toward Windy we ran

When you are so poor, you spend your whole life trying to escape it

But even young, I knew that pain, always present in my Mamma’s eyes

 

 

Life is always hard with an alcohol disease riddled parent in the home

Knowing you are hated as he beats you with glee, innocent meaningless

Even harder on the child when they know other adults know and see

They never ever come to your aid, they always just allowed it to be

Life’s early hardships, good or bad, they help create the person you see

 

 

About fifth grade I walked through the door of Your House Lord

My life long rock, my life many times I know that You have saved

Poor white boy, learning of life in the mid-west, with a Hill Billy mind

With some knowledge of Dakota’s history and beautiful Black Hills

 

 

These life’s lessons, good and bad, always living behind my eyes

Now I am aged with gray beard and store-bought eyes on my face

The projector in my mind plays me many memories of my time

Occasionally I see some of the good I have done in this my life

Though I try to cull these pictures from the corners of my mind

A lofty heart leads to evil, I wish to give ego no quarters to hide

 

 

In my life I have mastered the art of many forms of evils

O how I wish I could say that these thing were  just a lie

But when you have seen and have known pure evil in life

Pay some attention to the news, evil all around us resides

 

 

Demons have no fear of man, they will lie, looking you in the eyes

They will tell you they are Angels, for your best interest they care

Do not be deceived, mainly in the worlds Capitals they often hide

Through time Lord You have shown me many things, good and bad

 

 

Through Your Spirit You have given me sight beyond my dreams

In life it is so easy to become depressed if living without You inside

You have so plainly shown me our planets plight’s and our demise

World leaders and the media so filled with venom to Your light

Evil so blinded and hungry for more power, money, and pride

 

 

I know that by the time Your trumpet sounds Lord

I will once again be dust upon and within the ground

Though I cringe for all our children, and theirs

The battle of the Nations against their Creator

For left behind loved ones, Armageddon lies ahead

 

 

As the Lord and His Angels return to fight from the clouds overhead

The Demons pre-judged, to Hell they will now be thrown in first

Leaving the poor defrauded people to fight God and His Angels alone

They are now like grapes in the press, confused, disillusioned, and dead

Lord I thank You that this event I will not have to see, “In My Time”

(Philosophy/Poem) Five Years Knowledge

FIVE YEARS KNOWLEDGE

 

A thought I had

A thought I wish to share with you

Thinking, what are your thoughts on this issue

Watching Sci-Fi TV today something I seldom do

End of the world, yes someday I know it will be

 

What if scientist all verify

Five years from today

Two worlds will collide, all die

Knowing, exactly five years left

Left to live, left before we all die

 

How do we, the human kind choose our way

How would we choose to live out those days

Do we enjoy each minute of our last days

Or, do we depress ourselves into an early grave

Before there was ever the need for it to be

 

How will the worldly Kingdoms choose to reign

Which choose kindness, which choose a nuclear war

Everyone has the time to choose how many times we die

Our own two personal worlds collide inside our own Soul

Life is about how we choose to live and how we chose to die

How we choose to die is determined by how we chose to live

(Philosophy/Poem) Wisdom

Wisdom

 

Through your wisdom you have built your life upon a rock

There is no shifting sand that can detour your feet from your door

Though man is simple, even he will seek shelter from the lion’s roar

Rejoice in the instruction from those of gray hair from your youth

The fruit of wisdom helps to keep you sheltered from the cold winds

The wise lay up knowledge for it is a well of life if you choose to drink it

 

 

The simple and the wicked do hunger and fear till the end of life

Through ignorance and ego they do stumble through the darkness

Not knowing or seeing the lion and the wolf who delight in their flesh

Knowing light is a beginnings for human understanding and wisdom

Human, enter the door of your rock house and sleep soundly tonight

You awake in the morning, through wisdom, your new day can begin