(Poem) I Pledged My Soul

I Pledged My Soul

 

Yes, I gave my Soul away

Many years ago now it has been

Buried beneath the waters

Raised to God a new Being

Raised to be more than ever before

 

Buried young but then life takes hold

Sweet ladies with their pretty wiggles

Tequila from Jose’ special Mexican blend

Riches are made with blind eyes and lies

Toot it with Benjamin or smoke to the skies

 

Does it matter what I do with my own life

A life is but a blink and then poof, we are gone

This Rock a battleground for Angels high and low

Pledged my Soul to God, was such a long time ago

Yet, will God accept me with this life I have lived

(Philosophy Peace) If I Took A Walk, Outside Myself

If I Took A Walk, Outside Myself

 

If I could be where I was looking at myself, from outside myself like people can do in the movies. But all humor aside, what would I actually see? Just trying to get us to think a little bit about how our neighbors, co-workers, friends and family think about us if we were no longer around. Truth be told, how would it feel to be able to walk around as an unseen, unheard Spirit? I wonder if Spirits, can cry?

(Philosophy Poem) Following Foolish Leaders With Lying Tongues

Following Foolish Leaders With Lying Tongues

 

Perverse thoughts separates all people from their God

God’s words expose both the words and ways of the foolish

Wisdom will not enter into a Soul that is by their words deceitful

The Spirit of the Lord will not abide with one with an evil mouth

He will leave the foolish thoughts with evil body and Soul behind

 

God is witness of the innermost feelings and thoughts of the Soul

The Spirit tests their hearts and hears the words of their minds

Those who utter unrighteous things will not escape punishment

Keep your tongue and your heart far from the thoughts of evil

For a Leader who lies with their mouth has a Demon for a Soul

 

The ungodly by their words and ways do summon their own death

They have pinned a Will with Hades to bring many with them to the Pit

The Foolish think that at death their Spirit dissolves into the empty air

Only the Foolish take their fill of riches and steal from the poor and Widows

Even the sight of a Righteous Person is a burden to the Soul of the Evil

They who follow Lying Tongues do walk themselves into the Belly of Hell

 

(I got the idea for this poem from the Apocrypha Book of The Wisdom Of Solomon in the first two chapters)

This is also a salute to Donald Trump.

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) The Journey Makes Us

The Journey Makes Us

 

Life is a journey that we all have already begun

What we do is the tale of our own personal days

Our Souls came from above and will leave again

You and I we create the journey as well as the end

We know from where we came but where will we go

 

When we first can remember we were but a small child

From pre-school to early school are some memories still

Bullied or Bully, Middle-School was for most a bad pill

High-School a time we fight to learn our own selves

College throws down so many mind blocks we had built

 

Jobs while single or married took so many hours to fill

On our jobs or marriages are we cheated on or cheat

Sunday Christians, which way goes the ladder we create

We begin the same and in the end a hole we will all fill

The Journey makes us, it decides where we go in The End

(Theology Poem) Trust And Rest

Trust And Rest

 

True rest is a trusted rest that is well-earned and deserved

Does not even the Lord choose to rest from His chosen labors

Yet rest not while the work is yet at your hands and your feet

A slothful man will starve both  himself and all of his family

Confidence in one rest is when all of their harvest has been sown

 

When ones mind seeks sin there is no true rest of their Soul

When a parent has a rebellious child they can never sleep well

Candles burnt at both ends brings death early to our own door

Anxiety is a persecution of the heart that allows the mind no rest

For can one truly rest when they cannot trust who is in our head

 

Trust and rest are like a full harvest as they are all fully earned

The bones grow weak when we party with the Devil and the Moon

Slothfulness disrupts the alpha rhythms of our rim sleep and our rest

The weary in the Lord shall enjoy their rest when their work is done

Trustworthy is the rest we will receive when our Soul returns to G-d

Life: It Is What It Is

Life: It Is What It Is

Yes it is what it is but does that then depend on what ‘it’ is? ‘It’ could be like ‘truth’, does truth simply depend on whose version of it we seek? The ‘it’ of this note to you today is simply ‘life’. I have been blessed to have been given over sixty years here upon this patch of ground and I have seen many pretty locations here in the States and in Canada. I now only see them in my memories as life and time have retired my roaming days. No amount of wanting to do things that I used to could do changes the fact that I am now a broken down old man and my body just won’t let me do it. ‘It’ simply is like life itself, it is what it is, until we change it.

 

I can’t go back and change the mistakes of my past nor can I relive days of old with people I love, but who have moved on. If you are like me at all then you also have several points in times past where you wish you could change a decision you made in your personal life. One of the hard truths of life is that we can only go forward in life, we can not spin the globe counter clock wise. Having to live with the knowledge of our own mistakes is what tends to grow us as adults and as humans, or it can break us if we dare to let it. Depression can be the ‘it’ that destroys our lives sometimes if we let it control us. Wine, women and song is said to destroy, but only if we let it. We humans are hopefully like a sponge, we learn everyday as we are made to go forward to learn from ‘it’, life, our mistakes, or our successes.

 

Race is a good example of ‘it is what it is’ I think for this demonstration of what I am trying to say. Race to me is nothing more than a skin color, it is not a definition of a type of person or at least it should not be considered so. Race is what we as a society are choosing to let it be, good, evil, or something that completely does not matter. I am a white person who was born in the American south, these are facts that I had nothing to say about when they happened, no one else here on earth had anything to do with their two situation’s either. Things no one can control should not matter. Racism is something we can all control, if the color of a person is what is most important to you, you are poisoning your own soul and the lives of those around you. An example I am going to give right now is obviously just my own opinion but then again isn’t this what most (not all though) folks writing blogs are doing? If you are a person who believes that your race was treated wrong in the past or that you are not being treated as equals now, have you intern grown to be a hate filled soul? Have we become that which we have always hated in others? Our skin color is what it is. The rest of it, the hatred, the stupidity, these are ‘it’s’ that could be changed. That is if, we will choose to accept the love of Jesus in our heart, mind and soul. If we choose not to, we will cost us ‘it/our own soul, to be cast into hell forever. That is to high of a price for everyone and anyone to have to pay for ‘it/hate/racism/stupidity/ignorance’. It is not just our own life that is one the line everyday, it is our eternity that is also staring us in the face.

 

 

 

(Philosophy Poem) Three Minutes Till The End

THREE MINUTES TILL THE END

 

Three minutes, it’s not a lot of time

But, if it were in deed all we have left

Three minutes, what should we choose to do

Not much time to think or act, cry or pray

What if, three minutes will be the end of all life

 

 

Friends, what would we do, will we whine and cry

Do we think carnal, grab the first skirt for a quickie try

Like blood in an hourglass the seconds are ticking by

Do we smoke one last joint so we can go out with a high

Would we wonder how it is going to feel to die

How many seconds will we spend in self-pity crying

 

 

Do we hit the floor with our knees and cry to on High

Should we spend our precious time pleading for more

Maybe we should flip open our phone for calls and texts

O Lord if so please teach our fingers how to fly

Who do we choose for that one last call or text

Whom is it that we choose for to drop that one dime

 

 

How quick a note to tell them all, that they were loved

Would we take that very last moment to spend with our Lord

For all their lives, and our own, to thank Him for His love

One last chance to ask Him for all our Souls to love and save

Every second that passes, we are that much closer to the grave

(Hard Philosophy Poem) When We Lie, Why We Lie

WHEN WE LIE, WHY WE LIE

 

You asked me a simple question

You wish to know my hidden truth

You asked me, why did I lie to you

Can you really handle direct honesty

Did you think you really knew me

 

I ask you, who do you think you are

Why do you think you matter to me

Do you actually think I care about you

Why should I waste my time with your tears

Do you think you’re more than amusement to me

 

I lie to you because I enjoy the game of your ignorance

I lie to you because you are not worthy of my sincerity

I play with your feelings because I find it fun to do

My affections, why do you think I should care about you

I lie to you because I believe you’re not worthy of the truth

 

If I believed you to be a real actual human being

If I honestly thought you worthy of a second of time

If I thought you to be a real person with a living Soul

If I cared at all about your feelings or of your tears

Then I nor you nor any person, would ever, be lied to

(Real World Poem) Terrorism

TERRORISM

 

What in the name of Satan has terrorism ever been good for

Do we pretend that innocent blood has no matter to God

The Devil’s broad-ax is heated in the delusions of evil men

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

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 hate filled Souls

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

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

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

 

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

Kill all who are not like you, 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 within

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

(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!