(Religious Poem) A Hollow Vessel

A HOLLOW VESSEL

 

(A Kab), a hollow vessel, be ye not

For God’s gathering place is Holy

Know ye not that our body is a Holy Vessel

It is a Promised Land, a Home to the Spirit of God

 

 

Be ye not vacant, nor your Spirit in drought

For a vacant house is open to the Master of death

Clean thy thoughts O man, for the Lord knows them

Thy heart knows thy words before they touch your lips

 

 

Please, seek ye purity of heart and of your Soul

There is nothing that we know that was not given before unto us

Kiss the ground and bow thy head O man, walk with eyes wide open

Evil is trying to snare your life and Soul with your every step

 

 

Friends we must keep the stoop to our Souls as clean as we can

At the door to our Soul, the Lord Jesus stands knocking on our heart

All of our bodies are a Home for a Spirit, either of God or Satan to dwell

If our Soul lacks God, our hollow vessel, all the way to Hell Satan will indwell!

(Spiritual Poem) Praise And Vanity

PRAISE AND VANITY

 

We praise who we are, not what we ought to be

Are we pleased with the mirror, the selfie we see

So vain, or just honesty, not really vanity at all

What we wish for most we worship, this we are

A beautiful bum, Silver Shadow in our garage

What we praise is who we be, who we really are

 

 

Put someone else first, you are an odd one this I see

DC-10, hitch us a ride onto the next large rock barge

Clone us but don’t donate a thing when were dead

So many a plastic neon star self-proclaimed as we are

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

 

 

To whom or what is worthy, that we should ever bow or pray

We know we are so cool, yet we’re one heartbeat from the flame

Wake up dead with Hell’s heat licking our heartless shell of shame

To who is it now that listens to our prayers as we endure the pain

While we’re still breathing, our heart, mind, and Soul, decides today

Careful what we pray for, without humility we show the world our shame

 

(Spiritual Poem) Kodak Moment Of The Soul

KODAK MOMENT OF THE SOUL

 

Snap shot of our Souls taken this moment in our time

Picture taken, was it by the Angel of Death, or of life

People scan our chips so they say that they know us

Smiling eyes hiding in the shadows blade firmly in hand

Having a phony acidic smile pasted on their soulless grin

 

 

We have all chosen to be breathing in this time and space

Our future is now, last breath taken is now historically placed

Tomorrow is grace filled if inside ourselves we choose it to be

Take your mirror, look close, it shows our Souls hiding place

 

 

Ever been ashamed to your bones for things you’ve done

This point in time, this is the only guarantee that we have

Tomorrow, will we have respect or shame for our today

Will this snap shot of today define or end our tomorrows

X-ray of our Soul, will it be posted with a Halo of a Flame

(Philosophy Poem) Professor

PROFESSOR

 

Professor please teach me

The things that I don’t know

Lean an ear to the cerebral

Lecture till my mind does gleam

 

Professor please take my mind

To places my body will never see

Educate the Soul between the ears

The heart beats yet the Soul is life

 

Professor, teach your desk bound subjects light

Take my mind’s eye with colorful thoughts far away

Take me far out of my real life like a kid with a game

Teach me real truths for this world we live in today

 

(Philosophy Poem) The Reality Of Peace

THE REALITY OF PEACE

Peace, what is it that we really seek

By whose’s definition is it defined

The winners write our history books

To the conquered, just their thoughts

Is it peace when it is only by fist or fury

 

Holiday today, jets of celebration overhead

Honor of strength with our chest held high

Or is it horror to the eyes of the occupied

Jet streamers and tracers, can make you sweat

Is there such thing as to high a price for peace

 

Dominated, tonight whose ring is it we have to kiss

Peace on your knees, can one really sleep well at night

Smoke in your eyes hurdled from canisters in hand

Aimed by the stress filling the hearts and Souls of men

Strength depends on the faith of the Soul of each man

 

Being true to Scriptures will not always bring peace to all lands

Words on old parchment, are they words of love, hate of disdain

Love and faith in a peaceful Creator can give comfort to the heart

Peace in the fields and ghetto’s can give our babies sweet sleep

Peace in one’s heart and Soul can create a blessed generation

 

(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)

 

 

(Humor Poem) Being “Almost 59”

BEING ALMOST 59

 

59 Sips of Champagne, not in my life time

Crystal never held, a wine Goblet in my hand

59 Sips of Tequila, fun in dreamland sublime

First time you ever kissed a woman this age

59 Ladies whose lips you have been blessed to kiss

Walking blind, kindness still shines, Hell or Bliss

59 Sun ups, really, would we even be missed, ever

Each day our Brain scrambles, searching for why

 

59 seconds, A date with warp speed, that slaps our face

59 Days or years to love, left to hug loved ones once again

Are we ever thankful for the breath that we now breathe

59 I love you’s from the hearts of our children, priceless

59 Ticks of the clock, but is it Man’s or God’s timepiece

 

Is our Heart, Mind and Soul, in Communion with the Lord’s goals

59 points, your stock is down, does the dollar control your ticker

59, Live or die, are our lives just pieces of some Cosmic unseen Pie

59 Calm your heart, it’s just a silly number, unless we wake up dead

 

 

 

(History Poem) 112 Years Ago

112 YEARS AGO

 

December 5th, 1905, the Lord put an Angel in our life

Family history, a Beautiful pink Rose opened her eyes

Sophie Amanda Hanson, such a beautiful little girl child

Eyes filled with light, love, and little girl wonders, and fears

Always slight in personal possessions, yet full of hugs and love

Loving and caring, always centered on others, a gracious Soul

 

 

After 90 of our years the Lord seen fit to bring Her back home

As long as a person is remembered, they are never really gone

Blessed to have her daughter for my wonderful loving Mom

Your loving Soul now playing Rook with the Lord’s Angels above

The date of your birth, our family still honors your memory of

112 years soon you will be, this 5th of December, 1905 to 2017

 

(Philosophy Poem) Fear, Anger, And Life

FEAR, ANGER, AND LIFE

 

My heart my heart, how faint are thee

Throbbing, pulsing, connecting my life to Soul

Will you desert me now in this moment of many tears

Do I bow down now for my first time to a local Societies Deity

We all need be sure to Whom it is whose heart we so wish to please

Heart given to Light our Soul freed like an Eagle on a mountain breeze

 

We were all born Alpha in your own life, our’s to give or to keep

To Whom do we bow our head and Soul, to whose Throne is worthy to be

The most precious Jewels of our life, have we ever given so another could live

O Spiritual Soul why would you cower here to another, who is it that you host

Use your Spine, you are not a sterile seed, but a Vine in the lineage of future History

Stare in your mirror, deep eye to eye, your Soul is looking too, can you see, that is you

 

Life is filled with beauty though clouds sometimes do skew our Spiritual view

Humans must hold dear to love, let it overflow heartaches, melting our fears

As we all spin with the Sun, anger sometimes inevitable in the human cycle of life

Dust to dust, too late, if fear or anger ruled our day, and the dreams of our nights

O Heart, O Soul, while air of blue sky from the thought’s of God you still breathe

When a Heart is given in Love, fear only your losing the giver of the heart their of

 

Soul are you one whose Heart’s Beam gives the World no light of which to see

Fear only the darkness of He who stealthily can steal your Soul’s light and love

Andes gives Light to knowledge, Aramaic buried one through nine long ago

Could Ten be The End, when two come down to die by The Weeping Wall, then live

Many of us walk through this life bathed in Light, yet with our eyes tightly closed

Don’t be a coward, angry at any and all, diluted to the beauty of God’s gifts within

 

(Religious Poem) The Spirit Of God-Do We Know Him

THE SPIRIT OF GOD-DO WE KNOW HIM

 

The Apostles tell us of the Father and of the Son

Yet, who is this Comforter of whom they speak

Who can quiet the troubles of the flesh and heart

Our Task Masters beat us and the government thieves

Grafted in as partakers of the promises of Creation

Who can lift the burdens of the heart and the Soul

 

Can our hands still touch the garments of the Lord

Are the Words of God the Sinew of the Soul of a man

When flesh lay corrupted in the dirt are we but sleeping

Do our loved ones understand the Comfort of Your Hand

The Pharisees believed in rebirth yet they were still blind

Is the Kingdom of God-given only to those who possess faith

 

Only through faith can a man truly walk with their Creator

Comfort and strength springs forth only from the Lion of Juda

Can a man find peace with scales baked upon their heart and Soul

No one can do the work of the Lord if we refuse His Comforter

Without faith it is impossible to understand the peace of the Lord

With faith the Spirit of God will indwell the Tabernacle, called man