A Series of Philosophical Verses - Keith R (Bob) Perry (pdf ebook reader .txt) 📗

your understanding of what I say
That will affect your thinking.

I’m coming face to face with the evening of my life.
As I look back upon it all I wonder
The only part which I should not have changed
Were the lows between the highs.

The joy of love and a pinch of logic
Would confuse all my enemies;
For there is not a man alive
Who could change the things I have done.

Would God upon His golden throne
Relieve the heartless
Of the fears and sorrows that concern them most
And let them see with His shining light.


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THE LOVES OF MY LIFE

The loves in my life are a gift from God –
Who dares blaspheme and say it’s not.
Coming from God I should enjoy it, should I not,
And if it’s wrong – is God wrong?

Must I give up my love of life?
I’m scared of what could happen when I die.
It’s time I thought of what to do!
Time flies, of this I’m certain.

Isn’t it strange that not one of those who have died
Have never came back to tell us what it’s like.
There is only one way to solve this mystery:
You have to go yourself and you can’t come back.

All the wisdom of doctors and priests
Which they have written and preached for all to see and hear
Are all but stories we should have taken heed of,
And all this wisdom never gave them an extra day’s life.


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FATE

I spoke to people who died and were revived
Hoping to learn of life’s greatest mystery.
They all told me the same thing –
While I live, heaven and hell are within me.

Is heaven what you wish for yourself?
Is hell when t all goes wrong?
This has been a mystery all my life.
Why must I have to die to solve this mystery?

We are all but characters of a never-ending play,
Of ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ and ‘ins’ and ‘outs’ that ‘comes’ and ‘goes’.
For I was never deep in anything but laughter.
Midday or midnight, the show went on.

We are but helpless creatures controlled by fate.
It all goes by – a never ending scene of days and nights.
We are moved here and there and mixed with different people,
But one by one fate takes its toll.

Fate does not care about your hopes and dreams.
You have to take life as it comes.
The only one who knows it all
Is He who gave you life, and He alone will end it.


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THE PURPOSE

AS you go about your life fate dictates –
There is nothing you can do about it.
You cannot change a thing that’s happened.
No matter how deeply you regret it.

Don’t lift your hands to the sky for help.
It cannot help you – it’s a dark void.
The sun and the planets of the galaxy move
As you and I do on the planet earth.

Dust into dust and under dust to lie
With earth’s first dawning and at the last harvest,
The dawn of the first morning of creation
Caused the last dawn of reckoning your soul.

You are today what were made yesterday:
Tomorrow there will be happiness or sorrow:
Be happy, you don’t know where you came from nor why.
Be happy, you don’t know you go nor why.

When you find your purpose in life
And you spend your life achieving this goal
Every Tom, Dick and Mary Do their best to interfere –
But did you get it right?.


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THE LIGHT

I see a light at the end of the tunnel,
It guides me – let them shout:
If you had a key that unlocks my heart and mind
The world would be welcome to come and go in love and peace.

If the light in your life should kindle to love
Or be stomped out in anger:
One flash of it in a hotel bar is better
Than not having it at all in a church.

If we are created from useless nothing
And grow into a conscious something
The unpermitted pleasures in life
According to religion, be made a penalty.

Why should I be held responsible
For Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
It was their sin – not mine.
So leave me alone to do my own thing.

The creator made the pathway of my life
With pitfalls and with alcohol and drugs.
Surely God would guide me through this evil pathway.
He would not let me fall to sin.


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WOULD HE BREAK THE CUP?

Oh God, you made men what they are.
You put into paradise the snake
To drive mankind to sin,
Would you forgive man’s faults?

In the cool of the evening
The day’s problems I leave behind,
I found myself in the Creator’s house.
I stood surrounded by shapes of clay.

There were all sorts and sizes, great and small.
They were on the floor and around the walls.
Some just could not stop talking,
And some listened and never spoke at all.

Surely my God did not make me in vain?
He made me out of common earth.
He moulded me into my current form.
Would He trample me into shapeless earth again?

Another said, “Would He break the cup
Which He enjoyed drinking out of?”
It seemed to me that, as God made me with His divine love
He surely wouldn’t get angry and destroy me.


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COULD GOD MAKE A MISTAKE?

There was one who was made crooked –
He was fed up with his lot and said,
“They laugh at me because I’m different,”
What! Did God make a mistake?

One of them shouted out – he was a fancy soul,
But none-the-less a man.
“As God made me in his image,
Does this not make me Godly?

Another said, “There is one who threatens
“That he will toss to hell
“The pots which were not made properly.”
God’s a good fellow and everything will be OK.

One said, “Let me tell you this,
“My life is a mess –
“Talk to me sweetly and kiss me,
“I think after a while I will recover.”

While everyone was talking
The moon shone through the window
And spread a little light on their problem,
They noticed that the potter was getting tired.


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JUST WHAT THE PUBLICAN ORDERED

At the end of the day as my life fades,
I ask that you wash my body with wine
And lay me wrapped in vine leaves,
And bury me in the garden.

My body, once buried, would be a snare.
It would fertilize a grapevine
And make an excellent wine,
Take a sip and you would be intoxicated.

All those things that turns me on
Have done my credit in man’s eyes much wrong,
I gave up the glory and drank the wine.
And sold my reputation for a song.

I swore to walk the straight and narrow,
But I wasn’t sober when I took the oath.
And then came a pretty girl
And she proved just how weak I was.

Perhaps I enjoyed wine and song too much,
Which robbed me of my honour?
I wonder if the publican uses
The stuff he sells.


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WOULD THE MOONLIGHT HELP?

When a teenager becomes an adult
And the sweetness of youth fades,
The world will still turn
And the birds will continue to sing

If you see the light even dimly
Of the Oasis in the Desert,
Should it not be enough to attract the traveller
And refresh his soul before he moves on.

What if an angel should come along
And interfere with your fate?
Would it not change your life?
Would the angel make it richer or poorer.

Should we take our life in hand
And change all the sorrowful bits entirely,
And then for the better
Rearrange our life in love and happiness.

The moon above shines its silver rays
And lights up my life at night.
Would you like to join me in the garden?
The moonlight would help us through the night.


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WITHOUT END

The waitress of the night shall come and go
Amongst the guests of Mother Earth
Until she reaches the place
Where a guest turned down n empty glass...


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Publication Date: 01-19-2010

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