(Short Poem) Your Beautiful Face

Your Beautiful Face

 

Your face is the sun that starts my days

I see goodness in the light of your eyes

Your lips as soft as I have ever known

Tender cheeks as they lay across my chest

Your eyes long ago melded into my mind

Your beautiful face, the center of my world

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Lies, Spies And Cover Thy Ass Again

(Philosophy Poem) Lies, Spies And Cover Thy Ass Again

 

Our great Nations and Corporations to them we cower

They now have annualized every single thing about us

They know us, o yes, they do know us all so very well

But our own Government wouldn’t sell out all our people

Yet is it the truth when they speak to us, or just more lies

 

Our very own government, is it filled with half truth tellers

They had shot down a passenger jet, would our own government

Would our own government be as honest about this ‘mistake’

I pray that they would stand-up with the truth in their hands

Let us all know of their horrible mistake, be open about it

 

Rage is something easy to carry on and on from generations

Yet this one thing I do salute Iran’s government on honesty

There I said it, now Hell has frozen over in Iran and D.C.

Advantageous to tell the truth, better than a myth or a lie

No wonder most trust no-one to ever just tell them the truth

 

Life for a few is always a life about covering their own behinds first

Yet is everything we see or hear first filtered before it even gets to us

Would we know it if Good or Evil walked right past us this very day

Have we sold ourselves to the Madness of un-guaranteed tomorrows

Send Hate back in time, pray that we let God’s love and respect guide us

(Short Philosophy Poem) UN-remarkable

UN-remarkable

 

How have I lived my life

How much good have I really done

Have I helped more than I hurt

When The Lord ask His Angel about me

How was the life that he has led

All The Angel could say about me—UN-remarkable

(Short Poem) Days Of The Dead

Days Of The Dead

 

Today many went away

Were any of us crying

100 less to hear the next bomb

At a Rabbi’s home, 5 stabbed today

Humanity, where is your tears

(Poem: On Life) Life Is A Lesson

Life Is A Lesson

 

Yes, life is indeed a lesson

But what the hell have I learned

I feel my Light about worn

Have I yet to learn my last

When will our last memory be

 

In deed Lord, what have I learned

Have I ever been worth Your Time

You have been kind, this I am for sure

I’ve been allowed to see much beauty

Many times You have saved my life

 

The good times, were they good in Your Eyes

From my mistakes, did I learn anything from them

Have I ever caused a smile to come to Your Face

Good or bad, we shall all see each other, in awhile

Life is a lesson, but where did I educate my mind

(Poem: Attempt At Comedy) The Battle Of My Bulge

The Battle Of My Bulge

 

The Bulge it’s not of the one

Thats in my pants I speak

It is the one that hangs above

That has fallen down to my knees

 

Just like my once proud chest

That now lays upon my thighs

Straight ahead or even sideways

Through some doors I cannot slide

 

Yet there are some good things

About being this hefty size

Got a job at Whales Are Us

Just to stand outside

 

When you are a poor folk

You can’t afford the luxury cuts

Only cans and junk food

That adds miles onto my butt

 

I have to live in the basement

Cause the elevator can’t go up

You know I don’t have a sex life

Cause this damn belly’s in the way

 

Yet the Battle of this bulge

I never thought that it would stay

I can’t even play by myself

Cause this damn belly is in my way

(Theology Poem) The Truth

The Truth

 

O’ Truth, why do we hate you so

Why do we turn our face from you

At your presence we turn and flee

Why do you frighten us to our grave

What is it about you that scares us so

 

In your light we were created

Within your love we were sustained

In your wisdom and might we grew

With your knowledge given we prospered

In your Holiness we lived without fear

 

Through the lie’s of Snakes we do now live

Now, lies and unstable ignorance we follow

The children of Devil’s now rule all the land

Divided and conquered we can now only crawl

O’ Spirit of Truth once again enter our conscience

 

(Theology Poem) My Depression

My Depression

 

My bones are weary with my age Lord

My mind speaks bitterness to my Soul

Lord do You despise my skin and my bones

Each night I search for the sins I committed

Lord am I wicked though my eyes see it not

 

My Lord I know that I am but clay and dust

At Your will Lord I know I will soon return to it

Youth You gave me yet I did not value or respect it

You granted me life Lord and many a pretty days

Yet I seemed to seldom live in the Light given to me

 

Woe be unto me Lord if I am counted among the wicked

I am not worthy Lord to have ever come out of the womb

Lord there is no joy in living if You turn Your Face from me

I have lived in a land of darkness made by my own hands

Show me Your mercy and wisdom, bring me to Your Light

 

Lord I have lived as a fool walking in my own darkness

Understanding and wisdom, Lord I have only a little

I stand as one mocked by both family and by the world

My Soul and my breath is always held in Your hands Lord

Darkness has been my depression as I now seek Your Light

 

(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

 

(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, accept the Spirit of God if we 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