(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

(Philosophy Poem) Is A Monster Made Or Is It Born

Is A Monster Made Or Is It Born

 

When a baby is born who really knows its heart or Soul

Will our little one be the Angel for which we have prayed

Is the directions of the path of the child’s feet truly fluid

True, directions from Parents and adults are so important

Actions toward a child as it grows help give them direction

 

Yet, is an evil mind born into a child or is evil instead created

Our little one, will our words and our ways be enough direction

Can an Angelic Soul be raised in a house that is full of horrors

An evil Soul, can the good actions of it’s Parents truly change it

Evil children, do evil parents and teachers of society create them

 

If a child is truly evil can our kindness and love change their destiny

A faithful child, sometimes to save them the Lord will call them up

Sometimes God takes up the Good to save them from their surroundings

Our Children that we prayed for and hope that we have a God sent Angel

Yet, is a Monster born or is it made, sometimes to both the answer is yes

(Poem: Philosophy) Virtue

Virtue

 

What is more proof of a mortal than to possess Virtue

Is it not better to be barren while filled with God’s Virtue

Than it is to have many children who are Vile in their heart

Evil and Virtue are know by both man and by God’s Angels

Both are imitated by other humans and missed when gone

 

All Evil is illegitimate and will perish in the walk of time

The land will vomit out even the seeds of a Vile Plant

For the Stalks of the wicked are planted in Volcanic Sand

Their Branches are weak and will be broken off by the wind

Their Fruit will be rotten and not be worthy or be able to live

 

Though the Evil may live long they are but fodder for the Hell’s Fire

When the Righteous die young they are as the Gray Hair in Heaven

Gray Hair is not measured by years but by the Virtue they possessed

Sometimes the Lord takes the Young to save them from Evil surroundings

For by their Virtue even in a short time their Souls were pleasing to God

For through Grace, Mercy and Virtue He watches over all of His Holy Ones

 

(Poem, Written After Much Prayer) A Hole In Your Soul

A Hole In Your Soul

 

America, where is it that you have gone too

It is getting difficult to recognize you anymore

My heart is bleeding from the holes in your Soul

My innocent children lay dead upon the ground

Stench of innocent blood I smell upon My Throne

 

The bounties given, you have trashed and thrown down

Gifts given you not seen since the day Israel was born

My patients wears thin with your hate bursting from within

You are many but to Me, but to Me, you are all my children

With your mouth you say you are Mine, your ways say you lie

 

Your Leaders like so many of your children and priests are far from Me

How long should I continue to withhold My hand from your face

My ways are no longer your ways, not for a long time now it seems

Should I not condemn you for innocent blood spilled upon the ground

You do not know Me, you no longer care, for the gaping hole in your Soul

 

 

 

(Poem) Knowledge And Faith

Knowledge And Faith

 

I like everyone am but flesh, blood and bone

Descendants from both Kings and from Beggars

Nine plus months we were nurtured in the womb

Our first sound was like all, from a slap on the butt

Knowledge we learn is from both the flesh and Spirit

 

There is but one entrance into this human life

And there is only one way that we will leave it

We need to hope, wish and pray for understanding

Always we should pray for knowledge to be given us

Knowledge and faith are tools to cast down evil Thrones

 

Salvation will come to the Soul who through Faith earns it

Knowledge and one’s Faith are indeed ones unfailing treasures

Yet are our ways and thoughts worthy of God’s good judgement

The Spirit of Knowledge is Faith and worthy of God’s blessings

Nothing in the life of a Mortal is a more blessed gifts then these

 

(Philosophy Poem) Living Under The Cross

Living Under The Cross

 

When we are born we unite the Soul and the Body

What did we know then that we have forgotten later

From the womb we are all known by our Creator

Did we know then that our Soul was actually older

Yet, in the darkness of the womb we do learn much

 

When our eyes are opened and our bottom is slapped

Our first scream will it be just the first of many to endure

The Soul enters the body and we all become a living Being

So much to learn about this new world we were now given

Life, skin color, flags, to us, what do they really represent

 

We learn to play, to live, also how to hate and how to love

Through parents, through school, life is filled with learning

What is important, what is not, how to steal and how to lie

Is there a place for faith, or is faith just a waste of our time

Like it or not, we all live and we die under the blood of the Cross