(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) 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

Dear Mr President (POEM)

(THIS POEM WAS CREATED BY ELLIE HARETUKU ON HER WEBSITE LOCATED AT HTTP://ELLIEHARETUKU.WORDPRESS.COM)

POETRY

Dear Mr President (POEM)

It’s not real, it’s a conspiracy, it just doesn’t exist.
A concept created by China to destroy the US.
It’s a complete delusion and irresponsible too,
To spread propaganda and call it “Fake news”.

With higher altitudes it’ll effect you last,
Higher tides, a lack of drinking water, it’ll be slightly warmer.
Meanwhile we’ve lost Fiji it’s been reclaimed by water.

When you accept and acknowledge that the problem is there,
And it’s a lot more real than your fake head of hair.
Then we can finally get together to right our wrongs,
I would hate to imagine if we waited too long.

So with water levels rising and the earth’s surface heating up,
Two more degrees and basically we’re f—-d.
If that’s all that stands between us and total destruction,
The last thing we needed was your deduction.
By leaving an agreement that was meant to start the healing,
Of a broken planet we are all depleting.

The weather changes,
The melting snow,
The continuously growing ozone hole.
And our incessant desire to destroy our rain forests,
Demolishing trees that we actually need!

When you turn your mind away from business deals,
Profit margins and personal gain,
And recognise that the US is fifteen percent to blame.
Fifteen percent of the world’s greenhouse gas emissions,
Fifteen percent of the effected atmospheric conditions,
Fifteen percent of the reason why the planet wastes away,
Fifteen percent why we have a limited amount of time.

So until we reunite together and decide on a plan to fix a world in strife,
In desperate need of attention to help sustain our lives.
Remember that two degrees is all it will take to destroy everything we know,
Essentially deciding our fate.

Don’t leave it up to a man who clearly doesn’t understand,
I guess it wasn’t in the job description to care about our lands,
Or the air we breathe,
And the water we so desperately need.

But what more can we expect from a campaign,
Derived from hate with the power to segregate.
Whose ideas rested on bricks and mortar.
The ones he promised would protect the US border.
When the threat you so blatantly deny is bigger than any wall you can build to hide.

 

Don’t You Know I’m A God—My One Fingered Salute To Saddam

Don’t You Know I’m A God

 

In Baghdad town where everyone was my clown

Me on their strings a pulling

Twas with myself in love I fell

Tis to my name Saddam they are a bowing

I’ve been God here for twenty odd years

Though two Bush’s tried to scare me

Nine palaces are where I call my home

They can kiss my behind for trying

 

When I look to the east, and I look to the west

I can see no eagle a coming

My Republican Guard is the best there could be

The God of Iraq they are a guarding

Georgie o Georgie come take your best swing

Then on your face you’ll be a falling

Georgie you know that all my people love me

You come here in the sand and dust you’ll be dying

 

What’s this, those birds that we could not see

With all those bombs a falling

Don’t you know that I am the God of Iraq

Now into a wormhole I am a crawling

It was here that I hid for a couple of months

My beard growing gray and balding

Georgie o Georgie it’s your name I am cursing

From a God to a man on trial I’ve fallen

I wonder, does a man feel the snap of his neck

When from the gallows he finds himself swinging

Life In The Country

 

Life in the County

Life in the country

Peaceful to the mind

Stressful days at work

In the cities, no true peace can you find

Concrete and exhaust

Beneath your feet and in your lungs

Hell given from your boss

Nothing spoken in caring or love

Work your behind off for a dollar

Cruel world of push and shove

Take every dime you can ever earn

Never give you any respect or love

Mr. Washington, knees deep in your pockets

Both hands glued inside your wallet

Always taking and taking pushing and shoving

Never giving you the respect that you deserve

Brother and sister, come home to the country

Sink your toes into the grass and the dirt

Put your feet up on your front porch

The work a day world let it fade away

Sit out in your front yard bare feet on grass

With a cold glass of lemonade or tea

Enjoy the livestock as they’re bellowing

Watch the rabbits and squirrels as they play

Life out in the country away from the concrete sea

Where every ulcerated mind should live, play and stay

Quiet Night

 

Quiet Night

Doth one tremble in the day

Anxiety ripping through one’s flesh and bone

Trembling for what the night’s darkness holds

Do we stumble and fall while in the light

So afraid of what the night will show

Turn not thy foot from the door as night doth set

If we step into the dark of night

Doth the shimmering light still guide our step

As it fades ever dimmer beneath the streets

Do we fear that which we do not know

Do we stumble upon that which we cannot see

Do the stars shine does the moon give it’s glow

O child of man so foolish are we

Bed down in your castle

Where candles and lanterns abound

Walk in the light while it still can be found

Keep your door closed to the darkness

The viper awaits, no sound did it make

Attached to your shin your death it awaits

Six feet closer to Hell in the darkness you wait

You chose to walk in the darkness of this world

Now the lake of your new Master awaits

Can you smell the sulfur as Your Soul He takes

Today Is Past, Just As ALL Of Our Yesterdays

 

A salute to all of our yesterdays

Think not of the stripes we have earned

Smiles on faces of names long forgotten

Peaceful quiet, snuggle in, cry, or pray

 

Loved ones, one by one leave our arms

Snapshots of peaceful times, hopefully on print

Years gone by, do our mental pictures fade

Have all of our days been a shame to the Son

 

Patriarch by 40 something I never wanted to see

Our children and theirs grow up to ignore you

Things we’ve done wrong, own them, then go on

Yesterday’s ill’s, we can’t change the harm we’ve done

 

Our today, don’t create tomorrows butt of a joke

Today like yesterday is past, good or bad it is done

Mistakes can haunt the human brain to the grave

Doing the Texas two step with God’s Angels tomorrow

Such bliss depends on our today if there will be a tomorrow

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.