(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

(Biblical Philosophy Poem) In The Beginning

IN THE BEGINNING

 

How is it that you know nothing

How is it that you see nothing

How is it that you do not understand

O’ man, how is it that your so deaf to my words

 

 

You send men and machines to the planets

Yet you do still have no understanding

That it is by My Hand, and by My Love

By which you have a place on which to stand

 

 

Lend me your eyes now My Son, My Daughter

I will show you now once again plainly

Some of the things which you have missed

Through ignorance, and worldly deceit your blind

 

 

My truth to you has been disguised and hidden

Cloaked, by He whom I cast out, with burning eyes

In the beginning, as it is written there were two creations

The Gentiles first, In My eyes the lesser of the two men

 

 

Gentiles, unclean just a couple absent links

Above the Monkeys, dogs, and the swine

They populated the land, as they were told to do

I watched them in amusement but mostly in horror

 

 

At all the scenes before my eyes unfolded

Through the years your tribes did blend

Through time you looked more like Us

Than the places in which you began

 

 

I planted My Garden between Urmia and Nod

There I breathed life into the First Earthly Man of God

From his side a mate, to share these pleasures I gave

The rivers flowed peacefully for this My Royal Blood Line

 

 

Red Eyes slithered into My Garden We had given to them

Deceived the woman, then she deceived also her man

Their eyes now open to their sins, their nakedness seen

I cast My children out into the world of the Heathen

 

 

Two beginnings, two People, open your eyes so you can see the Truth

Blood of God’s Lamb I spilled for your Soul now I come to redeem it

Soon I will come to see you but, will you wish to see my Angels and Me

If you’re as blind to the end as you are to the writings of your beginning

When the Trumpet sounds your plea’s, will not be worth one of your pennies

 

(Spiritual Poem) Holy Man By Choice And By Grace

HOLY MAN (OR WOMAN) BY CHOICE AND BY GRACE

 

Like it or not we are what we are chosen and given

We can choose our path, to the light or to the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we see it or not

We choose to walk in the light or the shadows dark

 

 

Not by accident, because it is a choice that’s made

I am what I am whether with a Halo or a Pitchfork

Do we love the Son of God, more than mans toys

We all sin daily for just like you, I am only a man

Holy Ones have the Soul of a Lion and heart of a dove

 

 

If I forgive, and hold not your sins against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

Being a Man of God is an honor it is Lord given

Not from our own righteousness, but His grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

 

 

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed to be

To have my Soul full of strength and my heart of love

Always willing to speak what we now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that we dare to speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is not a life for the meek

(Philosophy Poem) Were We Ever Really Here, Did We Really Ever Live?

WERE WE EVER REALLY HERE, DID WE REALLY EVER LIVE?

 

I started to ask the question yet what will people think

Now that our last breath has left this, our physical host

Would we really be surprised if no one cared or came

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

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

Will there be those of our own blood glad that we are gone

 

Mistakes we have made in our days that have passed

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 our peace with God, or spouse and home we lost

Will our bodies even be allowed a formal resting place

 

All the bad things we have done, it’s all just history now

There isn’t a pretty answer, just the cold hard fact we die

Ole’ French King Louie whom said “after me the deluge”

Will we all be just a vapor just like King Louie’s last draw

We are all but a grain of sand beneath the oceans of time

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

Pray when we are gone that someone still smiles at our name

(Spiritual Poem) Thunder The Memories And The Light

THUNDER THE MEMORIES AND THE LIGHT

 

4:30 In the morning listening to the rain outside

Quiet massaging thunder rumbling to distill the night

Do we consider the thunder as the fury of God or His love

O’ listen to the somber drum roll fading off into the night

Thunder the voice of an Angel singing, or a warning of might

 

 

The flash of light it can and will change your life from that time

A near miss, a near that didn’t, you tend to remember the pain

Is it a wondrous thing that you got lit up and yet you survived

In the rumbles deep and low you wonder why you’re still alive

Did the Lord steer the light so we could see our own darkness inside

To The Scepter Above do we humbly and meekly bow even now

 

 

Is it guilt, shame or pride, do we hear the Devil laughing at us now

Our final tally sheet, did we end up doing more good than harm

Something as simple as choking on one’s own spit we can die

None knows if once again we will hear the thunder role then light

Thunder the last thing we hear tonight, or is it forever goodbye

(Philosophy Poem) Can We Really Trust Anyone These Day’s

 

Who do we trust; is there really anyone we would bet your breath of life on

I mean really deep down inside us, answering this question only to ourselves

Our life and our families lives on the line, is there a Soul devoted and true

In our lives, look at all of our living bloodline, would they all drop a dime

At our chosen place of holy worship, do we even really care what is the Truth

Is there any flesh in the building whose word to us is always golden, unbroken

 

 

Is there anyone in our lives that we can go to who won’t sell us out with a smile

I can only hope my friend that you are blessed like I, with loved ones by my side

Rocks fall upon us all, even our beloved spouse and children will fail us at times

Pray we have a warm blanket on the winter nights, to keep our bare toes inside

Can we even trust our own selves to use logic when our dreams talk at night

Where do we go at night in our minds as we wait for sleep to finally arrive

 

 

Is there anyone that we pray for before sleep over takes us and closes our eyes

If we have no family or friends that are trust worthy is that their fault or ours

I pray that we have all have at least one true friend in these days of our lives

I do hope that you are like I in that I have a sweet ball and chain, my bride

When life is full of pain, deceit and lies she is the rib that holds up my smile

I hope that you are like I in that you are blessed with true love before you die

 

 

(Parable Poem) 7 Short Thoughts Too Ponder

 

Is there such a thing, as a perfect rest

Is there such a thing as a restful peace

 

Can someone have love without passion, or name

Can someone have true passion with a hate-filled mate

 

Is love really a true passion of the heart

Or is the heart really just a passionless pit of darkness

 

Is God’s grace given only to the sinful few

Or is it only the sinful whom give others no grace

 

The first time that you were ever grabbed and kissed, so nice

In the twilight of our time do we still smile inside at the thought

 

Hormones and dreams, with them almost all rushed through our teens

Will our grandchildren have doable dreams, or like hormones just work, then die

 

The greatest generation alive, baby boomers, their parents, X, Y, and Z

The greatest day in history is now, please, open up your eyes, now breathe!

 

(Spiritual Philosophy Poem) What Is Truth

WHAT IS TRUTH

 

O Governor Pilate what a question you did ask the Lord, “what is truth”

Does it matter how pockets are filled of the eyebrows raised so high

Human circumstances sometimes run on a foggy blade of a seeded lie

Do we choose to live and love or grow old and hate, what never was

What I might, I could have, maybe if I would have, now ancient times

 

From seed to egg the spark of life is breathed into the Soul of life

From the womb we’re ripped and beaten by such calloused hands

First slap of many, turns out childhood can be the house of the dead

Parents, teachers, do they really see or care about the little hearts

Abused, cursed and beaten such memories of ones childhood days

 

Why care how these lives turn out their nothing but poor trash anyhow

Yea the little mice grow up to be big vicious rats we justifiably lock away

Prisons, beaten, molested, hate filled abuse, training field for next go round

Adulthood the time you can revolt against all, but how we revolt, We choose

How we choose to reciprocate is the tale of the legacy that we leave behind

 

The beater so often suffered, yet chose to give out undeserved anger and hate

Why do the children of cheaters grow up to be so wise on how best to cheat

Turning to the good or to the bad, how does the raped become one who rapes

The people and the governments all filled with versions of what we say, Truth Is

Pilate had you waited for the answer, would you have believed Gods version anyway

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(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) A Peculiar Way Of Life

A PECULIAR WAY OF LIFE

 

Peculiar to be distinctive in our Nature and in our Character

Do we belong to anything special or set apart that is not mundane

Challenge ourselves to be Peculiar in each and every word that we say

Is it still true that to say more than Yea or Nay still gets people confused

Is it I, or is it true that few these days consider the salt in our words

Say whatever we wish to get what we want that’s all that matters today

 

Peculiar belonging characteristically to a person, group, or thing

When people speak to us, do we ever really hear what they say

Feces in the air from the lies we hear and walk though every day

It is better to temper the speech to help calm the rage within

One slip of the tongue can destroy a life long partner or friend

A set aside way of life overlaps into the world we live in each day