(Poem) Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!

 

 

Terrorism

 

What in the name of Hell is terrorism ever been good for

Do we pretend that innocent blood has no matter

Is the Devil’s broad-ax not heated in the delusions of evil men

Raid upon raid blood upon blood dry bones baking in the kiln

Can civilization grow when the stench of blood is on your hands

 

Generation’s grow more hate filled with the passing of time

How deeply does the blood splatter upon your cold Souls

Those that we kill is it for flag, honor, their land, God or gold

In whose Army do we ride upon the ancient Saints dry bones

Do we ride with or against the Four-Horsemen Revelation foretold

 

Fear and tyranny, do we claim Valhalla or virgins as our life’s goal

Kill all who are not like us, is this really God’s or Satan’s own will

Satan tries to wash his hands in the blood of God’s  Holy Saints

Black pajamas nor bright white sheets can save the Soul that’s within

Nation against nation, clan against clan, all blood is red within

 

I kill you or you kill me the breath we all breathe is the same

Does God require blood sacrifices to turn  little boys into men

Terror you have given, at your death, Satan laughs in your face

Idiots, the Devil takes the breath of the innocent, at your hand

Terrorism and God have nothing to do with each other my friend

Saints blood you have spilled, now you sink into Hell through the sand!

 

 

 

 

 

 

O Say Can You See—(George W Bush and the Saudi King)

O say can you see the demons in white

Weather in an office of Oval or Mecca’s moonlight

O how they smile and they grin

While at the ranch they walk holding hands

Their black gold is only a means to their ends

To God or to man they are no humans friends

When your goal is power and wealth

Their prayers, God turns his face, an abomination to Him

They are only for others consumption

As they try so hard to conceal the Demon’s within

O say can you see your Master awaits

At the lake filled with fire their eternity awaits

While it is still day and your fate is not yet set

These leaders remain in my prayers though they don’t care

Hoping for all , this fate, is one we are all able to escape

Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s were blinded

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have the bells tolled

For the love that was not given their brothers away were driven

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand

By your love not given you drove them to the arms of the deceiver

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows!

 

 

Wisdom

Through your wisdom you have built your life upon a rock

There is no shifting sand that can detour your feet from your door

Though man is simple, even he will seek shelter from the lion’s roar

Rejoice in the instruction from those of gray hair

The fruit of wisdom helps to keep you sheltered from the cold

The wise lay up knowledge for it is a well of life

The simple and the wicked do hunger for the end of the rainbow

Through ignorance and ego they do stumble through the darkness

Not knowing or seeing the lion and the wolf who delight in their flesh

Knowing light is one of the beginnings for human wisdom

Human, enter the door of your rock house and sleep soundly tonight

You awake in the morning, through wisdom, your new day has begun.

In My Time

O Lord, the things I have seen in my days I have been given

O Lord, the things by your grace to me You have shown

South-West Virginia and Your beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains

Iron Ridge culture, hard working poor white trash, 1950’s.

“I’m going to start remembering now”

These, the first words I ever remember

Spoken aloud, words from within my own soul

Inner words, everyone has a soul, I know They speak to all

Placed all the rooms in our little home, which I still remember

Outside, counted all the concrete blocks front to back

Two years old, friends how do we do and know such things?

Born with math skills, but look at Mozart what at three he could play.

Summertime, setting on the front porch, my two siblings by my side

Walk across the dirt road to the wood gate

Sunny day, watching the cattle on the other side

Mom gave us each a nickel for us a Coke to buy, a great treat at the time

Walked to the Shell just below the house that sheltered us five.

O how hard it was on Mom, to always be so poor

Minimum wage factories, workers just chafe on the rich mans floor

I guess it’s easier on the pre -school children, the classes they don’t know

School starts, you see other children, realities you had not seen before.

Mid 1960’s, poor flight to to west, a better life your hoping for

You trade the Blue Ridge for the Great Sioux’s Black Hills

O Lord, on at trip like this, the things a child’s eyes ingest

Moon light shines, illuminates the beauty of the big rigs

August Rattle Snakes playing in the sand, 114 in the shade

30 days later, chest high snow in September, O what a land.

One year later, hoping for better, for a good job toward Windy we ran

When you are so poor, you spend your whole life trying to escape it

But even young, I knew that pain, always present in my Mamma’s eyes

Life is always hard with an alcohol disease riddled parent

Knowing that you are hated and he beats you with glee

Even harder on the child when they know other adults know and see

They never ever come to your aid, they always just let it be.

Life’s early hardships, good or bad, they help create the person inside

About forth or fifth grade I walked into your door Lord

My life long rock, my life many times You have saved

Poor white boy, learning of life in the mid-west, with a Hill Billy mind

With some knowledge of Dakota’s  beautiful Black Hills

These life’s lessons, good and bad, always living behind my eyes.

Now I am aged with gray beard and store bought eyes

Now the projector in my mind plays me many memories

Occasionally I see some of the good I have done in my life

Though I do try to castrate these pictures from my mind

A lofty heart leads to evil, I wish to give ego no quarters to hide.

In my life I have mastered the art of many evils

O how I wish I could say that this thing was a lie

But when you have seen and have known pure evil

Pay some attention to the news, evil all around us resides

Demons have no fear of man, they will lie, looking you in the eyes

They will tell you they are Angels, for your best interest they care inside

Do not be deceived, mainly in the worlds capitals they hide.

In my time Lord You have shown me many things

Through Your Spirit You have given me some site

In life it is so easy to become a manic-depressive

You have so plainly shown me our planets plight and demise

Our leaders and the media so filled with venom to Your light

Evil so blinded and hungry for more power, money, and pride.

I know that by the time the trumpet sounds

I will once again be just dust upon the ground

Though I cringe for all our children, and theirs

The battle of the Nations against their Creator

For left behind loved ones, Armageddon lies ahead.

As the Lord and His Angels return to fight from the clouds overhead

The Demons pre-judged, to Hell they will now be thrown

Leaving the poor defrauded people to fight God and His Angels alone

They are now like grapes in the press, confused, disillusioned, and dead.

Lord I thank You that this event I will not have to see, “In My Time”.

(Philosophy/Poem) Wisdom

Wisdom

 

Through your wisdom you have built your life upon a rock

There is no shifting sand that can detour your feet from your door

Though man is simple, even he will seek shelter from the lion’s roar

Rejoice in the instruction from those of gray hair from your youth

The fruit of wisdom helps to keep you sheltered from the cold winds

The wise lay up knowledge for it is a well of life if you choose to drink it

 

 

The simple and the wicked do hunger and fear till the end of life

Through ignorance and ego they do stumble through the darkness

Not knowing or seeing the lion and the wolf who delight in their flesh

Knowing light is a beginnings for human understanding and wisdom

Human, enter the door of your rock house and sleep soundly tonight

You awake in the morning, through wisdom, your new day can begin

(Poem) Barrels And Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of  the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows