(Love Poem) Love Is A State Of Mind

 

Love Is A State Of Mind

 

Love it is said is controlled by the heart

I believe such words are just a human metaphor

The heart controls the blood that goes to ones mind

It also controls the blood to a mans secondary brain

Yet, is it true that only women have a stone cold heart

 

When we’re in love why can we then act like such a fool

Yet, if in love will we truly protect to our last heart beat

Who would not give their life for that of spouse or child

Would a true man who is in love really ever strike his wife

Love, like hate takes up residence in the caverns of the mind

 

One does not fall out of love because their wife gained 20 pounds

Does our love depend on the size of an organ or of a bank account

Can love go to despising the ground on which your spouse stands

Love, like hate, faith and sex appeal are all in the canyons of our brain

When we say we’re in love, do we even have a clue what were talking about

(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

(Spiritual Poem) An Old Poet’s Prayer

AN OLD POETS PRAYER

 

Here I sit with my pen in my hand

Pondering deep inside myself a prayer

Praying to our Lord, Father, and King

How to write poetic words to You again

 

On my own there is nothing I know

I pray my Lord for rhyme and flow

Please guide my hand my heart in song

Please put Your words in order on my tongue

However in your eyes Lord you wish them flow

 

I pray that all of the words I ever write Lord are yours

I pray Your Spirit Lord is holding my hand like braille

Please tell my thoughts where they should start and let off

Poetic talent can take your shoestrings and uses them to choke you

With the Spirit of The Lord firmly in your Soul there is no earthly prison

 

Son stretch out your mind and write of the things you care about

If the Spirit of God shines within you your poems will may be of light

The darkness of a Poe or a Whitman, were they from a dark soul as well

Bright smiles often hide the dagger or gun up the sleeve as will tell

Careful how you spin your tales remember your spouse married low

 

Lord please excuse the dust upon my hand, my heart, my Bible and my brain

Your power and your wisdom Lord are above my level of knowledge or sight-plane

Through your kindness of your Spirit I always pray you guide my every breath

A heart filled love and with gratitude for Your Spirit to be shared with my Soul

I and my poetry Lord are filled with stumble, yet please accept this old poets prayer

Amen

 

 

 

 

 

(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)

 

(Religious Poem) We Are All Slaves Or Servants

WE ARE ALL SLAVES OR SERVANTS 

 

Slavery we all know is a state of unwanted human bondage

We think we are free because we do not see the bonds or chains

Unlike Libya we do not hear our name called at the auction stocks

Yet, we were all purchased from the womb, a true blood sacrifice

There is a debt that we can never repay already paid for our Soul

 

A gift of all gifts was freely given to break the bonds of Demons

Such a great price paid voluntarily, we were purchased with love

The chains in this life that we put on, we do this unto ourselves

We are all now children of God, yet many still refuse the Grace

The path is wide with many shadows and lies that bring only death

 

The Soul is a gift from God to all and when we lay down it returns

We are all servants to something to someone, one is good, one not

Servants to the Light or slaves to the dark we who choose the side

Faithful servants need no chains nor whips to produce good wheat

Yet the lazy, the ignorant, and the greedy all will fall into Hell’s Pit

(Humanity Poem) What Have We Married

WHAT HAVE WE MARRIED

 

Married at 18, soon had two children to raise

Real life, school never taught me anything

Examples at home only show what not to be

Less than two years in all three up and flew away

Can a heart really ever get over this much pain

 

Do not just marry a great body or an Angel’s pretty face

With a body like a Goddess its easy to make such a mistake

Hell has no fury like a Spouse who wants all of everything

Living on a roof top is better than in a mansion full of hate

When you are married for a paycheck, your life, will change

 

The human body is a Tabernacle, the Guest within means everything

When your married to a Devil they play you for a fool in everything

Yes, sometimes when we marry our Spouse literally can drive us insane

Were we ever really married when the whole event was a lie and a sham

When you marry a hate filled ass, life only gets worse with every rising sun

(Religious Poem) The Spirit Of God-Do We Know Him

THE SPIRIT OF GOD-DO WE KNOW HIM

 

The Apostles tell us of the Father and of the Son

Yet, who is this Comforter of whom they speak

Who can quiet the troubles of the flesh and heart

Our Task Masters beat us and the government thieves

Grafted in as partakers of the promises of Creation

Who can lift the burdens of the heart and the Soul

 

Can our hands still touch the garments of the Lord

Are the Words of God the Sinew of the Soul of a man

When flesh lay corrupted in the dirt are we but sleeping

Do our loved ones understand the Comfort of Your Hand

The Pharisees believed in rebirth yet they were still blind

Is the Kingdom of God-given only to those who possess faith

 

Only through faith can a man truly walk with their Creator

Comfort and strength springs forth only from the Lion of Juda

Can a man find peace with scales baked upon their heart and Soul

No one can do the work of the Lord if we refuse His Comforter

Without faith it is impossible to understand the peace of the Lord

With faith the Spirit of God will indwell the Tabernacle, called man

 

 

(Wisdom Poem) Learn Truth, Learn Wisdom, Live Well

LEARN TRUTH, LEARN WISDOM, LIVE WELL

 

Learn the council of the wise in your youth

For a fools droppings will return to them

Do not garner a profit from a poor neighbor

When you rob the poor the eyes of the Lord see’s

To anger the Lord is worse than pure ignorance

 

Never give or except a roof or a bed for surety

The landmarks of the Ancient see you do not move

If sitting at a rich man’s table eat as though you’re full

The bigger the house the smaller the heart therein

The evil heart hids his knife between your ribs

 

Wisdom in the ears of a fool grows his hate for you

Teach your young that a swat on the rear will not kill

A wise child brings a smile to the face of their parents

God smiles upon the adult child who loves his Mother

Learn Truth, learn Wisdom, and in two lives be cherished

 

(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

 

 

 

(Humanity/Poem) Will They Know-That We Loved Them

Will They Know-That We Loved Them

 

Today would have been the Birthday of my Father-in-Law and friend

Three weeks ago he passes just shy of seeing his 82nd circle of life

I was not there with him when he slid into the waiting arms of the Lord

The suffering that racked his brain is now but part of this good man’s aura

 

 

The last time I saw him we shared a smile when I mentioned the name of the Lord

Knowing that we will meet again so this time, this hug would not be the last one

With dignity he served as he quietly ran his race and with dignity, he slipped off to rest

Four children he raised, always trying his best, his youngest daughter he entrusted to me

 

His funeral my health would not let me attend high up on a Bluegrass Mountaintop

It is not one’s death that we celebrate, with one’s breath’s a person chooses good or bad

Even the Devil was once loved but just like many humans some turn away from God’s Grace

When we ourselves pass on into the quiet, will the ones we love know they held that place