(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) Shame

Shame

 

Shame is there really such a thing as shame these days

Shame, do you haunt the door stoop of our innermost thoughts

History, ancient wisdom, flickers of light and dark, the Soul searches

Have we lived the memories that our dreams replay for us at night

 

 

Bloodletting, holding someones last breath in your hands, live or die

What do you say to the relatives of the ones that we killed tonight

Shame you now feel because you chose to take their child’s last breath

To act kindly is to play the role of a fool in the eyes of today’s morality

How much of our soul do we give up to live the life that we chose to live

 

 

Have we acted with dignity in the days that the Lord G-d has given us

Think of having to wear the guilt and the shame of a deserter’s last name

Or, of having your Dad be the town drunk and your Mom the County Whore

Shame, do we sicken ourself via the depression we have caused our children

 

 

Is Shame an inbred part of the fiber which makes up our bone, skin, and Soul

Are there things that we have done that we will carry the darkness to our grave

Just like pity, ignorance, love, anger, and hate is shame a balance for the Soul

The ability to feel shame should be part of every human’s life, but, is it really

(Philosophy/Faith/Poem) How Tall Are We On God’s Ruler

 

How Tall Are We On God’s Ruler

 

We’re there marks upon your Granny’s wall

That measured our years with a stick and pencil

We make our marks upon the events of our lives

But at what place we choose to spread our wings

 

 

Do you really feel as tall as it say’s you are

All our life we had to measure up, but to what

A true measure can only be done by the soul

Yet how could a man ever find a Spirit ruler

 

How high can we get upon on our boss’s ladder

At the end of one’s life, what does it really matter

Are we ruled in our sleep, by our day’s actions

In our end of our day’s, boss’s mean nothing anyway

We all lay in the bowels of the Earth quietly waiting

For the real owner of our Soul to call our name

 

Four foot or seven it does not matter in Heaven

The size of our hearts and our brain does not save

Bank accounts and big houses aren’t the measure

In the end the fruit of our Soul is all that matters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Explain Your Self

Explain Your Self

 

Just who do we really think we are

If a stranger asked our spouse about us

What is it do we think they would really say

Would they paint the stranger a happy picture

Or, would they vent and spit venom at our name

 

Our Children, do you think they ever really knew us

Ever wonder what our kids and theirs think about us

Do you think about if they know you really do love them

Our childhood, how did we really manage to survive it

What have we done for those we can say we really love

 

So many failures, so many things I wish I could change

Were you are a child just trying to learn to stay out of the way

If you were never taught reality, how can one manage to find it

We hopefully can reach old age if we can live long enough to enjoy it

An Old Wise Man told me this just a few days before he passed away

When we finally learn our self, its time to give our Soul back to God

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Spiritual Awakening

Spiritual Awakening

 

In our modern times do people still have a Spiritual Awakening

Bethel, the latter of the Spirits and Angels of God to Heaven’s door

Do we seek to find the Spirit of God in the life we choose to live

The Kings of Israel learned to seek the face of God, yet do we

Are the Words of God etched upon our Soul and Upon our heart

 

The Lords Apostles told us we should walk with the Lord every day

Can we find a Spirit if we bind our minds in the world of the flesh

By faith and by grace we are all the children of God our Creator

Without faith and love we cannot please the first begotten of the dead

There is no flesh in Heaven, except the Spirit of God if you wish to live

 

The Prophets of old told us all how by the Spirit of God we should live

The Old Law written in obedience the New is written in Blood and love

The Spirit of God lives within us, if not, at our Judgement were dead

Seek ye first the Kingdom of God for it is through power and faith we live

A Spiritual Awakening is required or with the Devil forever we will live

 

 

(Humor/Poem) Behind The Wheel

Behind The Wheel

 

The first time I noticed them

I had just turned nine years old

Reflecting gold and silver in the night

Moonlight off all their chrome

 

 

I knew that night that some day

Yes someday, the cab of a truck

Would be the place I would lay my head

Thirty years this rolling thunder was my home

 

 

For wife and child I worked hard to give home and food

At home the wife made it living hell behind the walls

Having to live in a life where the wife always spat hate

Leaves a person with broken spirit, heart and Soul

 

 

If your mind is to survive and not live a life of grovel

Get your backside in the seat, close the door, open the throttle

Back into a life in which you can learn to deal with the hate

When you put your foot down on the power depend on the Jake

 

 

Now only D.O.T. and the red and blue lights to turn your mood sour

Always got a roof to keep you our head dry no matter the weather

As you get to see our great country  from the Gulf and water to water

Sometimes you even get to see our big beautiful Northern Sister

Four years away from her now, Lord how I miss her

 

 

You work yourself to the brink of death they take your CDL

Now in my front yard I have a big shiny T-2000 KW

Each morning I awake, with no X-Wife my nerves to grate

When no one is looking I kiss the shiny chrome of my Mistress

 

(Philosophy/Poem) Ignorance Pure Ignorance

 IGNORANCE PURE IGNORANCE

 

Hiding from the truth, but do we even know what it is

Yet it is something that we sometimes try to do

Our own secrets and truths we can’t hide from

Ignorance, pure ignorance, living like a fool

With age we all can look back at our mistakes

Back at the path of life we all chose to allow

 

 

looking back at all the faded smiles in our memories in time

Did we make the calls, or leave loved ones waiting by the phone

Did our ink upon much paper dry or did we even try to write

Does our own family know our hand like a fingerprint in time

Does our family we say we love even know the details of our face

Without love life is but wasted time, so have we wasted our life

 

 

Ignorance, pure ignorance the guilt of a wasted life

Tonight upon my bed I decided to change how I live

In time of deepest thought do we have anything to say

Was I only dreaming when I heard a voice speak to me

These words in night sleep said, ignorantly is how I lived

 

 

These last words that we hear in this prayer tonight, are they fit to be our last

Will they be the last this life has left, if we never hear the spoken word again

The Holy Spirit saying to my Soul did you do the best that you could have done

Does our conscience ever ask, why did we choose to live our life the way we did

Ignorance, pure ignorance the Angel says as he throws us into Hell’s fiery pit

(Philosophy/Poem) Fly Away Tonight

Fly Away Tonight

 

Ode to the morning, for the opening of the eyes

The mind is racing, preparing our truths and our lies

O soul, what will you give for this breath as it goes

Life is but a vapor that disappears in the fog of night

On the wings of an eagle the history of our life go by

 

 

Ode to the days now of the evening sky

What would we give for the days gone by

Tonight when we sleep do we think or care

As the sun fades away, could it be our last time

As we fade off to sleep in the cool of this night

 

 

In the REM of our sleep, is this a dream, or a fight

Demon’s with pitchforks blazing fighting Angels of Light

Fighting the Holy One for your Soul to Hell’s hole to take

Is this a dream, or is it your Soul’s premonition of your fate

Mortal, is this the night you don’t awake as your soul flies away

(Poem) Love And Kindness

 

 

What is within the heart of a man

Is it love and kindness, or hate hiding within

What is it that upon your heart is brand

Little grain of sand, are you animal or man

What is it you think that allows you stand

Is it love and kindness, is God’s Spirit within

 

Love and kindness, is it your true light

Or is it brimstone hiding behind a veil

What is hiding within your heart o man

Who does rule your soul from within

O love and kindness, are you my friend

(Poem) Ghosts Of My Present

Each day of life that I open my eyes

I see my life for its good and its bad

To first see, I try to understand myself

The Ghosts within my heart and mind persists

To understand the things, acts, and events

They roam freely the interstates of my heart

Not just the nights when I fight them for sleep

Even when the sun is high, there are people and events

Within my heart and mind they are embossed upon my soul

The ghosts of my present, keep my heart and mind at risk

Some like Casper are dear and loving memories

Wishing I could once again hold them and kiss their cheek

To hug them tightly and let them know how much they’re missed

There are others like Casper’s three not so friendly Uncles

Wearing steel cleats as they walk across my pillow and heart

Raking up the memories of all the hurts and blood spilled

Some of which my actions from ignorance no doubt I caused

No way now to correct any of my sins in my past

Nor the hurts I have caused within the life I lived

These ghosts that haunt my present day and night

Whether they be good or bad they are part of life

Until our very last breath is drawn and gone

Ghosts that haunt us, with them we all must sleep