(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

Philosophy/Poem) Rest

Rest

 

Is there really such a thing as rest for the mind

Does the mind shut down as we slumber in sleep

When we sleep does our mind join us in the rest

What is it that we see when we close our eyes at night

 

Do we see people and fields of beautiful flowers

Do we see the horrors of places like Allepo in our dreams

How is it that we can sleep as innocent blood is shed

Do we pretend that it is far away so it doesn’t matter

 

The Soul can not be killed yet the flesh endures the strife

How does the mind justify the killing of the innocent children

How do we pretend that God does not care about their lives

Are we just Christians in name of do we follow God’s Light

 

Death is certain this is something we can not escape in this life

How we choose to live determines how it is we choose to die

Will we be cold in the grave as we await the heat of Hell’s fire

Can one rest in peace if we cared not for the innocent blood

 

Do we cry for this worlds innocent whose blood has been shed

Syria, Libya, Iraq, so much innocent blood soaks the ground

Can you rest at night if a gun is pointed against you head

Peace, rest, are they just figments of the imagination of the dead

(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

Life Through A Windsheild

Life through a Windshield

 

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Beantown to Shaky to big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea.Boston

Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load just can’t wait

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave

Dance This Dance

 

 Pretty girl, if I ask you very sweet

Would you please slip into my arms

And dance this dance with me

You’re the most beautiful girl my heart has ever seen

I see you setting with all your friends

Grape juice against your lips

From the crystal glass that you now sip

How I wish that crystal, were my lips

I’ve seen you turn down all the other men

Could it be me with whom you wish to dance

I see you look my way, I tip my hat

My heart now leaps with joy

You said yes, to my offer of this dance

With Channel and Halston now intertwined

We now float across this floor

Now we dance in married bliss

As I carry you across the threshold of our door

Now we dance this dance of married love forever more

My Salute To Oreo: The Sweetest Little Fat Girl I Ever Knew

 

This is a note to Oreo’s wicked Step-Mother

She would torture her when I wasn’t home

Such cruel measures as tuna deprivation!

Girl your the reason she packed her bags

Hopped the first Peterbilt with a Kitty-Kat purr

 

Straight to Holly-Weed to get her star of fame

Said she married Garfield when she got settled in

Met him on a casting couch, life’s issues worked out

Life was great until Garfield made one fatal slip

Caught him stealing her tuna had fish on his lips

Buried him 3 days ago, now she running from the Fuzz

Life Through A Windsheild

Life through a Windshield

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Beantown to Shaky to Big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

Aspirin, Doans Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load can’t wait.

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave.

Life Through A Windsheild

Life Through A Windshield

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home

From Beantown to Shaky to big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong

Driving your shiny KenWorth is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea

Aspirin, Doans’s Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load just can’t wait

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave

Life Through A Windsheild

Life through a Windshield

In 81’ the story began, first with my brother and then with a friend

Seeing life through a windshield like a gypsy on eighteen wheels

But when you do this for a living it’s life you omit.

White line fever they call it in song

White lines on the concrete is to what you belong

The back rows of the truck stops and the cab of a truck is your home.

From Beantown to Shaky to big D then Windy you roam

Dispatch can get you a load to anywhere except the state you belong.

Driving your shiny KW is not just a job now you see

Through the windshield is your life on this unending concrete sea.

Aspirin, Doan’s Pills and Preparation H

Always part of your luggage because that hot load can’t wait.

Truck driving is a hobby for the homeless no roots do you need

Life through the windshield is now the life you can’t leave.