When People Hear That You Are Gone

When People Hear That You Are Gone

 

We were slapped an alarm to ring

Our childhood was it was good at times

When did we get to spread our wings a little

We did some right but we did do some wrong

I thank You Lord that I was blessed to know You

 

During our tween years sometimes acted a fool

Sometimes we’re under sometimes we’re the Dunker

Life is hard it seems even for those who are young

To Do Lists for the children never seem to get done

Many say that they saw you shamed but never came

 

Names and dates written in stone have always drawn attention

The lives we have lived did we draw any accolades at all

Who will actually know even fewer will really give a damn

School mates, work mates, even family, who even notice

Dim light in dim light out, are we just a “who” when gone

 

(Poem) It’s Just Wrong

It’s Just Wrong

 

It’s just wrong to be all bad, and out of place

If ya ain’t got no brain power you gotta grace

Life can be quite the beautiful mess, some times

Don’t be the one with the ignorant look on your face

Everywhere, and in life itself, seems all is out of place

 

D.C. Monkeys, Scowling, as they are lying to our face

They start a War then decide to take all your guns away

Loyalty is seems only goes up, to the highest dollar

How much crap will a working person have to swallow

The Poor do all the work to give the rich their Caviar

 

It is wrong to say “I Do” as you’re looking eye to eye then lie

The Strong from the Weak, that’s how it is and will always be

The day is coming when we will have to fight for table scraps

We Worship our Selfies with ignorance beyond even primal belief

Our World, have we lost it, is love no more, I believe your wrong

(Poem) Digging Our Own Dirt

When we are little a mud puddle is such joy

We stomp and splash and we make such noise

Digging in the dirt we can make castles and forts

Just pee in the Moats to keep the bad guys at bay

With age our childish games are just a memory

Now we slave beneath the ground for shiny stones

We drill for the Permian Stench till we can’t breathe

Now Black Lung is all we get for so little of a wage

The Earth holds the secrets we refuse to learn from

We dig and we dig until all the good in us has died 

Digging in the Earth is no longer a childish thrill

Now family digs the hole that our carcass will fill

(Theology Poem) For G-d Is With Thee

(The Idea For This Poem Came From The Bible, Old Testament, 1st Chronicles Chapter 17)

Shall we build a house to honor the Lord

Do we honor the Lord in our own house

Can we do better than that of our Fathers

Are our feet planted in the Earth unmovable 

Do our own children and theirs know The Lord

I have been a wanderer all of my days, but for what

Along with the dirt I have washed my hands in blood

Will our children choose a better path than our own

Our Children and their, have we nurtured them in wisdom

Is not The Lord’s Path true Manna from the Throne of G-d

Will we indeed build a house for the lord to dwell in 

Does The Lord dwell in the house in which we live

Does not The Spirit of The Lord dwell in His believers

There is no greater gift than that of G-d’s Living Spirit

For the walk of a Saint shows the world The Spirit Of G-d

(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

(Poem About A Nation’s National Ethics)   Money, or Lives

(Poem About A Nation’s National Ethics)   Money, or Lives

 

This Man is a Murderer as this the Sane World knows

How much Muddy Water is worth the life on one man

Our War Machine is primed our Bombs dropping every day

Billions can be won or lost on what the Trump Card plays

No doubt the Man is in a spot, what will He Tweet today

 

Common Sense and Ethics tell us how to play this game

But was it truly Common Sense if they take your job away

Chinese and the Russians ready to buy your Friends today

Blood is Blood yet when has been a Royal Prince been hung

Strutting around the World like one Big Ole Bird Fed Cat

 

How much money do we put on the price of one single life

Depends on the Keys you wear and how High Up is Your Ass

Government’s and Corps kill 10’s of thousands every day

Dow Jones is The King Of Crowns His Feet the Big Boys Kiss

For a few Greenbacks a million of us poor folks won’t be missed

 

 

(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) Taking Money From The Devil

Taking Money From The Devil

 

When you are down and out, be careful of the spout

Water is never pure when it is coming from the sewer

Muddy water from a swamp just kills you a little slower

When drowning in the sand one will grasp at any hand

Sweet words to reel you in to slather you on their spit

 

Promises of help all disguised to steal your life and land

Taxes and tolls with high interest you can never repay

Bridges that they build are just their avenue to invade

Belts and Roads built to plunder the poor man last dollar

Upon the Roads their Armies march your sovereignty do part

 

Whether a Panda or a Card they smile as they cut your throat

The Poor are only fodder for the weapons of the rich man’s dollar

Poor people do all the work but to Ivory Towers go all the perks

Just look to your Capitals for Fallen Angels disguised as rich Jerks

Soon all money will come from one hand, will be the Devil, not a man

(Theology Poem) Trust And Rest

Trust And Rest

 

True rest is a trusted rest that is well-earned and deserved

Does not even the Lord choose to rest from His chosen labors

Yet rest not while the work is yet at your hands and your feet

A slothful man will starve both  himself and all of his family

Confidence in one rest is when all of their harvest has been sown

 

When ones mind seeks sin there is no true rest of their Soul

When a parent has a rebellious child they can never sleep well

Candles burnt at both ends brings death early to our own door

Anxiety is a persecution of the heart that allows the mind no rest

For can one truly rest when they cannot trust who is in our head

 

Trust and rest are like a full harvest as they are all fully earned

The bones grow weak when we party with the Devil and the Moon

Slothfulness disrupts the alpha rhythms of our rim sleep and our rest

The weary in the Lord shall enjoy their rest when their work is done

Trustworthy is the rest we will receive when our Soul returns to G-d

(Poem) Today Is Veterans Day

Today Is Veterans Day

 

Do we learn from our own inner thoughts

What is it that creates the things we believe

Did we have a bad childhood, did the family care

Good examples, bad examples, they are everywhere

Could it be the corrections that we need are inside us

 

Have we ever worked for the greater good of others

Having a Coward for our Leader does demonize our fiber

With a person what is it we decide is worthy of our time

If we cannot understand our own self, how can we grow

Our likes, like faith and hatred, do define who we are

 

Young children pay attention to the examples around them

The child will understand, the babe is wise to our flaws

Self sacrifice, is this something that we have ever considered

Do we have freedom to breathe, to live a life as we please

Much blood has been spilled for our freedom that is never free