(Heart Felt Agony Poem) I Tried To Love You

I TRIED TO LOVE YOU

 

When I am dead

Will you remember me

From my grave I will be quiet

Can I still praise and serve you

If the beating of my heart you destroy

 

I am so weary with the aching of my heart

My tear drops like blood stain my sheets each night

You cause my Soul to grow weary with your hate and lies

Do not your eyes grow tired of seeing everyone as a mark

Viper woman, is the destruction of my heart is your goal

 

The Lord always hears the prayers of those who love and Serve Him

It seems my heart, mind and body are yours to destroy at your will

Foolish, foolish woman, you are destined to live in your hate alone

The Lord indeed see’s the tears and hears the prayers of His servants

I tried to love you, Lord have mercy on those you set your eyes upon

 

(A SALUTE TO X-WIFE)

 

 

(Hurt felt Poem) Dear Ole Dad’s Day

DEAR OLE DAD’S DAY

 

Dear ole Dad, were you fortunate enough to have one

It would be nice to have fond childhood memories of Him

When an adult looks back through the pages of their lives

Do we see only blank spots in the places of the good times

Is a beer bottle what you see when you think of your Dad

 

Growing up you are hoping you can fulfill so many expectations

A poor child it is who grows up where there is no such a thing

There is one thing dear ole Dad accidentally did agree to teach me

If you ever wanted to be a real man, then don’t act like he has been

Wish things for all could be better, yet in truth, we all carry many sins

 

When we grow up we will all do better than He, I wish I could say I had

Different Sins are still Sins they all matter when our actions hurt our kids

Emotional and Physical Abuse of the Weak shows that You are weak and sick

Yet not to be there at all is such a cruel and heart breaking thing to do to them

Thirty years of your tears can’t make up for five years of their childhood missed

 

I pray that your Dad was and is a good, honest, decent father to his kids

Fond memories I hope fill your thoughts when they cross the path of Him

Another Fathers Day in the books, hopefully you were able and willing to hug

Names not written in Stone can still bring future smiles to all kids lives involved

If your Dad is still breathing I hope He was in Your eyes worthy of a Card or Call

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Praise

PRAISE

 

We praise who we are, not whom we really ought to be

Are we really pleased with the view of the selfie we see

So vain, or, is it just honesty, true vanity we dare praise

What we love most is to what we bow our knees, we worship

A beautiful bum, bigger breasts or a Silver Shadow in your stars

What we praise is what we be, who we really are the world see’s

 

 

Put something before oneself, you are an odd fellow I see

On a DC-10 you gonna hitch a ride to the next rock barge

Clone us, but when dead don’t donate any of our rotting parts

Why should I care when gone if others suffers, live or die

So many a star, self-proclaimed as most are rotting while alive

Through personal praise and ego, we all know we are a star

 

 

To Whom or to what do we ever bow our knee or head to pray

We think we’re so cool, one heart beat from Hell’s fiery flame

Waking up with fire singeing, our short hairs all burnt away

To whom is it now that we do wish we could sing and pray

 

 

Hearts get in touch with your senses, your Soul and your brain

Humanity, decide wisely if you wish to avoid the Devil’s pain

Humans, be careful what you pray, for reality bites like an Asp

Actions prove who owns our Soul, and our destination once we go

 

(Humanity/Poem) The Wall

The Wall

 

Why do we wish to build, is it to keep out

Was not Berlin’s Wall built to keep in

The Great Wall of China can be seen from space

Decide what is real and what discriminates

Your reflection in the world’s looking glass

Does it show to them and us but one face

 

Division from the South, but not from the North

Do you not see your two faces shining

What do you think your Wall will facilitate

Is this Wall about safety and poor labor jobs

Or is it about your hate of language and race

 

The poor of the South you choose to lock out

Hungry, tired, and scared, they come to your gates

Looking for a safe place to build, to work and pray

You wish to build a higher Wall, are guard towers next

We tell them they have to wait at the River Great

 

From terrorist and drugs, you say your Wall will protect

You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends

How can you be so cold yet on Sunday you bend your knees

Do you not know, nor see, nor care that your actions offend

Unless you are Indian your family tree is not from here

 

Do you not think that a terrorist or a drug King Pin

Can’t enter your haven from the cold frozen North

Do not speak to me of family values ye hypocrite

As children and mothers die of hunger and disease

At the foot of this Wall you create from your hate

 

 

The Lords Prayer: Matthew 6:9-13 (Food For The Heart And The Soul)

 

When the Lords Apostles asked him to teach them how to pray this is the answer the Lord Jesus gave to them.

 

“Our Father which is in Heaven, hallowed be thy name (Holy is Your Name). Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For Thine is the Kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

Were We Ever Here? Did We Really Have A Life?

 

I started to ask the question of what will people think

Now that your last breath has left its physical host

Would we really be surprised if no one cared or came

Is it just a cold hard reality at some point and time for all

Once gone from here will anyone ever again think of our face

Will there be those of your own blood glad that your gone

 

Mistakes we have made in our days gone by

Separated by so many miles and ever precious time

Family blood is a bond no time nor human can break

Will we be remembered as one whom gave a damn

Did you find your partner, the one who loved you back

Find your peace with God, or spouse and home you’ll lose

Will our bodies even be allowed a formal resting place

 

All the bad we done did it’s all just history now

That ain’t no pretty answer, just the cold hard facts

Ole’ French King Whats His Name “after me the deluge”

Will we all be just a vapor just like that Kings last draw

Are we but a grain of sand beneath the oceans of time

Love the Lord, obey your wife, always take your Mom’s call

Pray that when we are gone someone still smiles at our face.

The Sadness Of Another Passenger Jet Gone Missing

 

The loss of life this year now ending with another tragedy  of lives lost is a year of sorrows. Weather, or fiend, still fills many lives with holes, with sorrows, of loss. The loss of life in so many places around the globe can almost numb the mind as we are saturated in hate. Accidents happen ever so often, when humans commit  violence against other humans, the situation becomes Biblical tragedy with sorrows one upon another. I pray for the Souls of all these people who are now on their final journey to our Creator. We are all just one heart beat away from our own visit to Gods Judgement Seat.

(Humanity/Poem) The Wall

The Wall

 

Why do we wish to build, is it to keep out

Was not Berlin’s Wall built to keep in

The Great Wall of China can be seen from space

Decide what is real and what discriminates

Your reflection in the world’s looking glass

Does it show to them and us but one face

 

Division from the South, but not from the North

Do you not see your two faces shining

What do you think your Wall will facilitate

Is this Wall about safety and poor labor jobs

Or is it about your hate of language and race

 

The poor of the south you choose to lock out

Hungry, tired, and scared, they come to your gates

Looking for a safe place to build, to work and pray

You wish to build a higher wall, are guard towers next

We tell them they have to wait at the River Great

 

From terrorist and drugs, you say your Wall will protect

You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends

How can you be so cold yet Sunday you bend your knees

Do you not know, nor see, nor care that your actions offend

Unless you are Indian you family tree is not from here

 

Do you not think that a terrorist or a drug King Pin

Can’t enter your haven from the cold frozen North

Do not speak to me of family values ye hypocrite

As children and mothers die of hunger and disease

At the foot of this Wall you create from your hate