(Philosophy Poem) It Will Be What It Will Be

It Will Be What It Will Be

 

What is Life if not a journey within itself

We all begin the same yet is the end for all

Parents nor our Race were we ever able to choose

Born to Trumpets or onto a field of sweat and mud

Yet it is the center that decides: the Death we’ll live

 

Simple answer to some of the really big questions

Were there Men and Women before Adam and Eve

Were the ‘God’s of the Underworld’ actually Demons

Will the World War we fear be the one called Armageddon

Just as sure as death, there is a ‘Life After’: Yes

(Love Poem) Their Is A Little Lady

(Their Is A Little Lady)

 

Their is a little Lady

Walking across my desk

Strutting like She owned it

She has a walk, a belief in Herself

Just a hairy little Dust-mop Pet

 

She rolls over on her hairy back

Gives you Her furry belly to pet

Her purr, loudly giving off her mood

Whose paws are eating out of whose

Do they sometimes make you wonder

Who is the Master, and who is the Pet

 

 

(Poem/Faith) Race: It Just Can-not Matter

Race: It Just Can-not Matter

 

I have seen so much hate and rage

Blood on the fists, red in the peoples eyes

I’ve seen that flash from several lives

Instant hate at the sight of your skin

Seen fear of some others at the same

 

The Good Lord Forbade this hatred to be among us

Blood of the innocent killed we will have to claim

Rejoice in the freedom of kindness, not unto pain

Why do we refuse to stamp out yet so quick to accuse

If the Paint Job matters to us, God help us when we die

 

(Poem) Grace And Faith

Grace And Faith

 

Grace is shown in peace

Peace is given through faith

Faith is love, with-out question

Gifts of love are through His Grace

What have we learned from the breaths of today

 

How much time did we waste today

A couple hours of Pogo on the side

How much truth did I learn from reading

Were all the arguments all from one side

Did we walk through the doors of life today

 

To show much grace, is that not the face of grace, which is faith

For without faith, there is no chance that we can please Him

If we choose to shy away from His face, love and grace, we’re already dead

Only through His Grace and our Faith in Him can we understand His Love

For without faith we are dead and blind, infidels, a bunch of non-Believers

(Short Poem) Guilt

Guilt

 

How much guilt can one person carry

How much are we each holding to now

We learn to expand, breathe, or break

The body is limited, but, is the mind

Joy and sadness often walk hand in hand together

 

Which is worse, mental pain or physical pain

But, is guilt not a cancer to the Soul of its owner

Our memories are what help make us a person

Thoughts of words spoken like a dagger to the Soul

What guilt will we still carry  to our Judgement Day

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Five Years Knowledge

FIVE YEARS KNOWLEDGE

 

Believe it or not, I had a thought

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

(Poem Of Truth And Faith) Hell Is Almost Empty

Hell Is Almost Empty

 

Hell is almost empty of its Demons

Only a few guards there do remain

The Angels of Hell they live among us

Some do hide their faces to the blind

Most assuredly hiding within empty shells

 

The body of a human is like unto a dwelling

For we are all dwelling places of our own Soul

We ourselves and I, but what dwells with us

When we live alone there is no one guard our back

One living alone is no challenge for the wolves

 

When our doors are broken evil comes to live

We have no defense from the flames of the fire

Our life, our Soul, our family are but kindling

The Devils Angels roam freely within our world

Only God’s Spirit can protect us from the flames

(Faith Poem) Out Side Looking In

Out Side Looking In

 

O that life that we think we used to have

Remembering like a kid how it used to be

Our memories remind us of the good times

Like Groundhog Day we see it again on our T.V.

Yet how much of it was really good as we believe

 

Do we ever envy over some old rich egotistical fool

Yet do we really know the life, that they have lived

Are we jealous of our neighbors wife, yard or their car

Like children is our nose against a store front pane

Wishing we could afford, those Chinese Walmart Diggs

 

Why waste our lives watching fake reality on our T.V.

Life is right outside our eyeballs, wishing to be set free

If we really see a Spiritual life there’s beauty all around

Beauty may not be in a man made concrete jail or jungle

For God didn’t paint those, but He did paint you and me

 

(Poem) The Teflon Don

THE TEFLON DON

 

His eyes are cold and lifeless

Like a shark thats ready for a kill

His heart is as cold as an iceberg

He is always looking forward to a steal

King of the Con Game, trying to make a deal

 

He will steal your Granny’s home away

Known for never paying any of his own bills

For him it’s the thrill of the cheat and the steal

Bankrupting his partners one of his favorite games

Being an egomaniac bully is how he gets a thrill

 

He’ll break you, your Mamma and the Banks

He’s never had a bill he’ll go ahead and pay

His only art is to line his own unholy pockets

He’s a King of making all his partners fail

This is how Teflon Don learned to close a deal

(POEM) Rise Up Ye Sons Of Men

Rise Up Ye Sons Of Men

 

Hear my voice and rise up ye Sons of Men

Rise up and serve the King of all the lands

This life is filled with burdens and with folly

Thieves and murderers lay in wait of your blood

Serve ye first The King of all water, sea and land

 

The King will soon end the darkness of evil men

Give The King your Soul before you meet your end

Live in Brotherhood with the children of The King

Rise up ye children of the Light of Your Holy King

In integrity and truth walk in the steps of The King

 

This life is filled with man made burdens to bare

So many are so heavy to have to lift and to carry

Stumbling blocks and pits laid for your every step

No need to fear their evil, their arrows or their stings

Live and serve The King, for He is within you here