IF I WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT

IF I WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT

Enormous changes would follow,

Changes that would not make me popular

Politicians would hate me because my words are  not hollow.

First day on the job

I would bring our troops home and abolish the patriot act,

From all over the world they would come

To protect our home land that’s a fact.

Presidential Order HR5301

For reasons of National Security Protection of our borders,

No more wars over oil

If they want to eat the world can submit their orders.

Every outside threat to American Citizens

Will be swiftly dealt with without a warning shot,

A fact will be spoken and not a lie

For the world will know not to threaten and plot.

Nuclear Fallout

How will they prepare,

No more American kids lost to war

We are not the ones they need to scare.

Democratic and Republican Parties

Will be no more,

I will see to that with

Presidential Order HR5304.

Those thieves and liars now sitting in congress

Your next on the chopping block,

New Independent Representatives to be elected on Presidential Order HR5302

We The People have decided to close the halls of congress with a chain and lock.

Presidential Order HR5303

Insures all Americans free health care and food to eat,

All farmers will be paid to grow healthy crops of

Vegetables, Livestock, Corn, Rice and Wheat.

American companies will have one chance

Come back and hire hard working Americans,

Presidential Order HR5305 will make sure they understand

That if they choose not to come back their fates will be the same as Democrats and Republicans.

With Presidential Order HR5306 Restoration of the Constitution

There will be no doubt,

I am a President of The People for The People

Everyone will know what I am all about.

Presidential Order HR5307 would insure no more Trade Deficit

We would not accept product from the world without equal American Products being sent,

You and I both know that this will only happen

IF I WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT.

Written by JD Sparks

At Hand

AT HAND

America it’s time for REVOLUTION,

We the People are tired of the lies

Now is the time to take a stand.

While we don’t support the war in Iraq

we do support our troops,

President Bush lied to the world

thousands have died while he sits on his throne and poops.

Yes . . .

laughter is what we need,

Even in the shadow of a dictator that pretends to be a bush

with the actual truth being is certainly a poisonous weed.

No control is the issue

for the people have no say,

As dictators go . . . . He proclaims with indignation

“I am the last president in this land, they must obey”.

Freedoms . . . .

do you remember saying good bye,

Premeditated disaster of terror unleashed on 911

without surprise . . . no tear to be found upon a cheek that was and still is dry.

Death to the world is his motto

an angel of darkness come disguised as an angel of light,

upon the wings of an owl god he does worship

with world leaders at the Bohemian Grove . . . seeking to take all without a fight.

Yes . . . . .

we know the truth of the matter as fact,

Deception is the rule of his tongue

wake up America . . . . He is making War with Iran in an unholy pact.

Why did he sign the order

follow him with out question and his approval stamp,

The zones have been finalized and underground prisons built

American Troops none insight as your dying in a death camp.

We the People of the United States of America

have the RIGHT to FREEDOM in which we STAND,

President Bush . . .  This is the TRUTH of your FINAL NOTICE

Militia Men stand your ground for REVOLUTION IS. . . .

AT HAND

Written by JD Sparks

One Day Soon

One Day Soon

I’ll not be here,

Dead and gone

Nobody will have to shed a tear.

Someone told me once

I would not live to see 43,

High blood pressure

maybe my truck wrapped around a tree.

Problems have followed

me all my life,

losing my job has been hard

especially on my children and my wife.

Better off they will be

disappointment is all I am to them,

Broken heart

and a dying flower on its stem.

Will I be missed

or have I already been forgotten,

The noose of depression is tearing me apart

they say my attitude is rotten.

A man without a job

is like a single star in the void of space,

so many talents going to waste

NOBODY to listen anyplace.

They say laughter

is the zest of life,

When it is gone from within

Fear of death is fleeing my empty inner void of outward strife.

Time is short for life never lasting is the issue

for one that is already dead inside,

Just what I need to here

Insults from loved ones saying that I lied.

What does it matter anymore

No matter what I do they think I am always mad,

Madness and anger is it clinical depression

Tears a flowing for what life could have been . . . wow,  I’m really sad.

Empty bottles of prescription pills and household cleaners

Flames are grasping my feet as I walk deeper towards hell,

No more pain can I feel

Darkness no longer bothers me

as I realize the light is real for me to see.

What an aweful dream this has been

waking up is what I needed,

The nightmare had me wrapped in fear

to death I almost conceeded.

God made me a promise

that he would never leave nor forsake me,

Eyes wide open and fully awake

for what I am to be.

Dread and despair is the devils lie

for those that don’t listen to Gods great toon,

For he proclaims with a still small voice

I am coming for you . . . . .

One Day Soon!

written by JD Sparks

Time Is Rite

Time is rite

a ritual ruling the hearts of men.

Twenty-four is the number

which men toil in a sea of sin.

Giving reverence to time

men search for more and more,

Finding time, oh . . . . . . .what a quest,

Change . . . . . . not so popular

more time is needed . . . its for the best.

Who were they?

He or she…

Deciding on a standard of twenty-four

nothing of ease like twenty-six or thirty-three.

The end is near

the ticks on the clock are about to stop,

GOD is at the door knocking

time demands more with less time to drink that soda pop.

Time is a friend of death

taking away other rituals is its job,

Going to church to worship our Saviour

time is jealous as it begins to rob.

A little here

a little there,

Time has no bounds

as bodies of men grow weary and tear.

After time takes its toll

Angels of Heaven take to flight,

Saving souls from the grips of hell

muffled sounds of humans chanting . . . . . . .

Time is Rite . . . Time is Rite . . . . Time Is Rite

Written by JD Sparks

Misleading Acceptance

Misleading Acceptance

is the cry of the season,

Reaching out to the voters

with no care or reason.

The message of mistakes

accepting what has been done,

Marriage is supposed to be sacred

constantly distressed is not fun.

Deceit and lies

is part of the same old game,

Safety and Security before the fall

voters beware . . . really look who’s to blame.

No GOD in the picture

no regard for the two little ones lost,

Murder is a way of life for some

protecting those southern drugs at such a cost.

Whitewater washes away

the color of this bloody rose is fading under the sky,

Angels have been busy in Arkansas

saving the souls of children as families still cry.

In these last days

angels of darkness have manifested as angels of light,

Sinister smiles abound as

the poor and hungry have no say to their plight.

Honorable men and women

speaking out with a shield and lance,

Voters with the ballot and pen

Americans will no longer stand for the terror of . . . . . . .

Misleading Acceptance

Written by JD Sparks

Note: As you may soon come to realize I will not be voting for Hilliary Clinton. I came to this decision after watching the Clinton Chronicles.

This is my question to Hilliary Clinton, “If you are willing to turn a blind eye to the infidelity and criminal activity of you and your husband, will you turn a blind eye to those who want to attack and kill American Citizens at home and abroad?”

Where Will You Be?

Where will you be

on that fateful day,

All reality as you know

seems to disappear as you . . . . run away.

When all the military throughout the world

meet in the open plains of the valley,

Will you be on your knees

or be at a protest rally.

The day is coming soon

where good and evil meet,

All human kind shall shutter

as the coming invasion shakes your feet.

Will you flee to the hills

or run to the sea,

Hopefully you are a child of the King of Kings

on a bended knee.

When running is not an option

will you stand fast,

Knowing the time has come

for prophecy to be fulfilled at last.

Without the Lord and Saviour

you have no hope for Heaven to see,

As you are sitting there reading this message,

I really need to ask . . . . . . . . . . .

Where will you be?

Written by Rev. JD Sparks

Valentine Anniversary (#22)

From the depths of the earth to the sky

my being springs forth out of the sinking sand,

Into the eternal expanse

pressing through to life so grand.

A pause . . . . . . slows the pace

reaching toward heaven,

My eyes wide open angelic beings race

to and fro, then . . . . . . . I saw your face.

Heavens Glory have I now witnessed

lifting my arms towards the stars,

I have blossomed forth with brilliant color

reaching out to you even though you were afar.

Still a little rough around the edges

to my amazement you reached out . . . . . . and picked me,

Shaken but not broken

life now has purpose for the world to see.

The Glory of Jesus

placed fast in your heart,

It is apparent that

we will never part.

Glory found me

with your tender touch,

A family you created just for me

nothing would I trade you for . . . . . . . . I Love You so much.

I know when it is my time

to wilt and die,

My peddles may lose their color and fall away

you will lay me down with my face towards the heavenly sky.

From the depths of the earth to the sky

my being springs forth out of the sinking sand,

With your angelic being full of glory

life abundant please pick me again as I reach out . . . . to take your hand.

Written by JD Sparks

With ALL my LOVE this poem was written just for my wife of 22 years.

Thank you for smiling and picking me,

I LOVE YOU . . . . . . . . . . . DELORES MAE SPARKS!

Up Down, Up Down

You breath in and out . . . . in and out

what is that you hear

Up Down, Up Down

those sounds in your mind . . . . . . . .  just sear

from behind a closed door

now what is all this for

crack open the door to see . . . . . . . the bed

did you hear that . . . . . . . . . . what is being said

Oh. . . . . . . . . Holy knee’s are a bending

sounds of prayer are ascending

visions . . . . . . .  is that what you are seeing

the earthly plain is now . . . . . .  a fleeing

again, what is that . . . . . . do you see

someone is cutting down . . . . . . . a tree

you begin hearing screams of terror, from afar

you look Up, you look Down

as you see . . . . . from heaven a falling star

just a simple man you think you see

the message you hear . . . . . . what next to the sea

closing your eyes to catch yourself

your steady now . . . . .  with your hand on the shelf

you ask, why do they call him king

you hold your ears as the whips lash out . . . .  in a searing sting

tears fill your eyes

the tree is not a tree but a cross . . . . . . under the skies

heartache is all you feel

upon this cross . . . . . sinners begin to heal

he was there upon that cross

you heard that didn’t you,

didn’t he say, “now I am the boss”

you now watch with amazing sight

the forces that hold humans . . . .  in horrible plight

Closing the bedroom door

you now realize walking away,

why Holy knee’s . . . . bend down to the floor

as the sound starts again,

you decide to just go to town

you breath in and out . . . . in and out

Up Down, Up Down

Written by JD Sparks

Words from Beyond

Words from beyond our imagination,

Beyond the stars above and the ground below

Words of inspiration and words of gratitude,

thoughts of walking forever beyond the snow.

They are out there

we don’t know for where they come,

The words from beyond may not be for you

may not be for me but they are for some.

Those that carry the words

of meanings not always understood,

Spoken in the midst of others

reaching out for the broken in spirit as they should.

One, two, or maybe three

maybe even more,

Who can say where did they come from

nobody really knows from beyond the horizon

or in the midst of a tree.

Divine Uncommon thoughts

are just that, thoughts,

Once these Divine Uncommon thoughts are spoken

like ripples in a pond,

These precious words heard in the ears of the one

or many become a delicate healing touch of

WORDS FROM BEYOND.

Written by JD Sparks

ROLL THAT DICE

Roll that dice,

See what may come

Roll that dice,

life eternal is not for some

What have I got to lose,

If I follow him

But what have you got to lose,

following the world and staying with them

Not easy to come by,

all the talk of safety and security

But not willing to give up,

the thoughts of impurity

Marriages falling to the way side,

society on a down hill slide

Sinking into the pits if hell,

families crying out in a world of dread

Broken and battered,

icy hearts do abound when all love seems to be dead

Look up, Look up,

listen, listen, ……………….. Oh,………… at the door

Someone is knocking, knocking, knocking,

answer it and quit hiding on the floor

It is the master, He’s returned,

bringing gifts of love and joy, not heartache and strife

Get UP off the floor and don’t be scared,

open the door and step into eternal life

Leave behind the turmoil and insecurity,

living life with hope and love ……………..Oh, it is so, so nice

Are you willing to risk it all or ask the Master into heart,

the invitation is free or will you continue to

ROLL THAT DICE

written by JD Sparks