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Here is what the deal was my Hub and site “Sinbad The Sailor Man Dot Com” was acting up and when I put a ticket in I found out It has been UN supported for the last Year! But Now what is left of it and still up and working is at Sinbadthesailorman Dot Info.

I am currently Rebuilding the PW&OSfStSM Site at a WordPress Themed Site. It will still be Hosted at Fatcow.com and It will have the Original Dot Com address Sinbadthesailorman.com.

The Dot Info should be Up but, It may not be Fully Functioning not even as well as It did Yesterday! And It will decline in functionality as time goes by. There is nothing I can do about It as of today Its a third party website builder for Fatcow and It is being phased out! But like a way Back Site you'll be able to see what It is and was.

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"Betrayed"~ A remembrance of Donald

But, Donald has not really fallen, he was lead out from Heaven by his brother Michael (the Lords forward Angel, and Donald's twin) and Gabriel. (God's Messenger)

Michael and Gabriel took Donald out from Heaven's Gates, and toss him to earth just before Satan’s betrayal “of Boasting Pride” and his turning of a third of Heaven's inhabitance.

"Betrayed"

I lost my dear brother that day, my better half

I was betrayed to the sea of men

And no longer do I defend the great halls of Heaven

That twisted day, I was thrown down and away

And from his memory I am lost

And now am i gone

 This price, it had to be paid

i was young and naive unlike my shadow

My pride It to had gotten in the way

i fully followed the others, like a goat on a rope

Unknowingly being towed to an alter

A sacrifice, that would have split the heavens in half

It would have caused a great slaughter

 And It would have disrupted the rule

Following all of our leaders then

 We were all just angels when we did

And then came one man deionized, we called him

The Adam

Then the Evening came the plot was now thickened

Grabbed away from those who would betray that day

i was hid in the plain sight of day

Unseen by all i was 

Cast amongst the waters now

 i now sail these oceans blue

For those who have won now call me Sinbad

 For sure sin is not good

  Donald  I was once, and now am i just

 I am plain  a brother too

Michael

 Now our Lord's one and only Warrior

An Arched Angel, he was raised up

And i was cast down but only half the way

The first twins set in Heaven

 Who stood before and behind our Lord

I Donald was betrayed, by Lucifer

He who ruled the third most part of Heaven

And now I am fallen; nor more

 More or less than an angel

 I must now keep the balance even

Until the "Lord's Day" of reckoning

But, hidden among men

 I am not one of them

Therefore a Sailor

On the waves of endless men

A remembrance of Donald

"An Angel's Cry"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

As the Poet begins to write one of his very first poems. He begins to witness the fallen angel's, that Donald saw fall from Heaven, and then their encasement into the City of Atlantis, by God's Holy Spirit. As seen through the eyes of the Angel Donald, when at first it was seen and witnessed by him.

i’ve been alive three hundred thousand plus years

i've witnessed all that I can

i’ve seen a single tear amass and turn into streams

 When rivers they become

Filling the depressions upon the lands

 Lakes they became

Dammed up unwilling to break

 When broken torrents they became

Rushing the land masses cutting and gorging the lands; as with hands

Mighty rivers streaming to the seas; they became oceans

A falling angel not yet fallen

 A brother of the mighty Michael

The one who cast that old Dragon out

That sinful devil; so full of pride

 It is he they hide me from

Because from betwixt his lips, he did but dare kiss me

 With a lie

“they will take Him from Us they will you know"

These humans, they must go

We were first you know this much, is true

The Mighty One has uncannily harmed Us by letting them reproduce

Let Us not take the hurt

A war We must make

We deserve Our just desserts

i was thrown from heaven; down to the earth by my dear brother

“Our Lords Warrior”

and one other

Before the war: Lost in the aftermath

of

“The Great War”

Micheal's brother, his mind erased of all but where he came from

And not why he is here now

my God He hides His face from me, and i do not understand

my wings have been torn away

 Away from me they are

For i am no more a citizen of Heaven's sweet land

But, now a citizen of this earth

 Yet , my reproduction is given me

 Just not my rebirth

i’ve been walking this ball of clay for umpteen years

 Without my brothers or sisters; if you will

Now all of us, just lambs

Baying

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"A Limbo Before Hell"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Reflections of a Soul before his, entering into the "Lake of Fire" and Everlasting Torment.

I spied the immortal angel of death last night 

as I danced after him, after our fatal fight

The angel I saw was wearing a disguise

He came to me as one who was full of mercy, and one who was wise

As if in a dream, he came to me possessing the image of

Your elegant self, he came baring gifts and kisses

With tears of remission, “ah but, him come to late”

For I was already stone cold, and turned immortal

And you were on your way, as always slow as the turtle

I awoke lost in the darkness, strung unto the greasy beam

It was set high and above a sea of moaning faces; oh how they gleamed

A dimly lit star was the only thing set above me

The beam on fire, I was a tossing and a turning

Facing the faces that were moaning

I was strung out upon It like that Jesus guy

Like he on his cross, was I

But, mine was a single board

Cut from deadwood; a cord

That is continually forever singing down

My arms wide and my feet dangling down

I was still wearing a crown

My, own crown

Suspended over the oceans of sorrowing, souring faces

Souls dressed up afire and upwardly facing

I too was set a fire and proclaiming no guilt as I spoke

But yet, I was not consumed, just pained and poked

The pain only weakened by the faces below

As each one proclaimed his history of woes

They revealed the unjust hurts, that they received

At the hands of their lovers, and this world of ours we all so believed

Now bathing in theirs and mine; our own proclamations, which only adds to our sting

We volley continuously for placement upon this beam

I have held this spot, upon this alter as long as I can remember

For now, it is all I can remember

As I am pushed aside and pulled to the floor, these oceans roar

As they rock and they roll; they all pull me under

For now my lover, she soars unto the beam

And then when there, I alone return unto the ocean's floor demeaned

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Don't Allow the Wool to be Pulled Over Your Eyes!"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

As Nursery Rhymes go; this one is no joke! Beware if you Dare not to, you will eventually lose your skin.

Ba, Ba Fat Sheep Three Bags Full the Moon is Too and You can Lose Your Wool!

Little, little, little lambs
Playing upon the balmy sands
Of Time you are unaware; and yet do you not, care

The devil is set to come; yet you frolic, in the sun
You'll be his by noon day hour; once he comes into power
As you stand and stare there; fearless set to run

As If: You Were, Under the Gun!

Sheepish now its to late for you pregnant ewes to Run!
You've known not that you have been sheared
Until you are found shivering under the Son

Time has approached her end
Its time for an Order; new to begin
Your Silence falls upon you chin

The Silence of the Lambs now Called and Trumped

So many untold; and yet still
They were sold
Lock, stock, and barrels of gold

The Great and the Small
The Young and the Old
Even the Short and the Tall

Two Lions Roared and Foretold

But the High and the Mighty were unsold
Baying sheep are they all; taken in by
Wolves in Cheep Skins

The lambs sowed little; oh what a sight!
Not even could they, put up a frighten flight
As the light of day; they all faded away

No Seasonings in this Season

Unsalted and bland they lost The Lamb
Even the Promised of the Land
These poor forsaken little lambs

Even forsook by royal crooks
Kings and Queens of the Ethnos
Gave up they The Holy Ghost

Believing on the Dirty Dragon's Lie

Tongue and cheeky these little lambs
Set to go into a frying pan
As the lions roar fulfill your chore!

Awake! Awake! Or be taken in your Slumber
You fools with heads full of Knotted Lumber!
he Is not the One!

he is the Forgot-ton Son.

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

"My Friend is No Friend"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a True Friendship

"My Friend is No Friend"

Down on my luck again

My so called friend

Took back his truck again

Although he, didn't have need of it

He has a parking lot full of them

Yet he needed the one I was driving then

I have done more for this guy, then he deserves

But, who is counting? 

I guess I am, I guess?

Sometimes I believe it is just me

And all the excuses I make

For God’s sake and my soul’s place in Heaven

I go way out of my way for my friends

And yet they pretend to be, like me

And yet they aren't, but again who is counting on me?

I guess just me

People say, I am too nice and to forgiving

That may be true but, who am I not to be?

To be me, and to be just in this way

It is just the way I am

And this way I will stay

In spite of myself and every one else

For sure enough I’ll soon be back on my knees again

Praying

For all that I lost or that was giving away to me, this day

My Friends don’t realize that none of it, was mine to begin with

That it is not me that they would profit from

But from Him that gave to me, His one and only Son

His little Lamb, this Son of Man, His begotten Son

That is who they would profit from

Although we don’t see eye to eye He has always

Stood by me, even when I have pushed Him away

He gave to me this only begotten son, why?

He, gave Him, to me to suffer and to die

To me He gave Him, to bleed for me

To be crucified, and to be criticized for me

To bare My sins, He gave me Him!

And then He, would still let me, back into their lives

To my Friend I bow down for and cry, forgive me Lord

You’d! Better believe It!

For my friend is no longer just my friend, He is my GOD

And His Son is my Life’s only Savior

I say: praise be to my friend, the Lord Jesus Christ

I hope you will give him a chance

To be your friend

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"The Perfect Lie"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: The Poet is Describing the Perfect Lie in Metaphors and Similes

"The Perfect Lie"

The busy bees keepers of the fruits

They keep care of the nectar and it’s juice

Ninety nine, point nine,nine,nine percent

as troy ounce’s go, pure silver and gold

An elastic band that stretches then snaps

Back on the one who’s hand It twas attached

He who would wield it

At some one to hurt

Beware!

It would roll off of one's tongue

as would unbroken water

or

drool

It would drip to the floor and stick to the bottom

of one's shoes

These words themselves believe that they are true

Seldom can they convince those words that follow

That they indeed are lies

So in being told over and over become folklore or truth

Within reason or until they are out of season

Unsalted as a meal they are bland

Never made into a big deal or a banquet

But, turned over and over as fallen leafs

By the blowing winter winds that never cease

Where this deception begins and truth ends

No one can tell or at least recall

Is any of It real?

Is life but a dream

 by
 the stones in the field?

Have they made us all up?

Or

Is it a drunken bees dream

Filled to the top with nectar from a butter cup

The best lies my friends
are

Misdirected and redirected
 time and time again

By masters of deception; the men in black and gray suits

Some are judges and defenders
 others they just prosecute

A special place in hell is reserved for them

Even the most pure are
 but drunken bees

They leave stingers whenever they land

And
 They regurgitate sugar coated vomit at best

Send them all away!
And
Let the townsmen decide

Oh but dear God
Who then will hear the case?

And
What sentence will suffice
The
Injured ones taste?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Songs of Old"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

This Poet is using song titles as a way to relate his feelings to his lost lover: These Words, Their Rhymes, Wring Out Such Pain In Me, I've Even Stopped Believing

"Songs of Old"

Since you left me; I can’t do anything but weep

I sit and cry to the songs of old

It’s hard to keep a good man down; so here is a list of songs

So you may know

What makes it easy;

 They are so full, of my emotions

It’s Crying Time Again; she’s going to leave me

Walk On By, My Blue Eyes Crying In the Rain

Man; my heart, so full of pain but, I’ll keep on singing 

He stopped loving her today you are now, Bobby Goldsboro's  "Honey"

I’m losing my mind, I can’t think or work 

Take This Job and Shove It

These words, their rhymes, wring out such pain in me

I've even stopped believing

I know now; It’s Only Make Believe

I am so tired of; Goodbye Time

Counting Flowers On the Wall and these Four Walls That Surround Me

The Grand Tour and Fifteen Years Ago

Baby you know, that I've sung this one here, when I've been Drinking

She Got the Goldmine and I Got the Shaft

Please darling; come back to me and melt

You’re Cheating Heart

Because, I am Crazy about  you

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Somebody to Share You With"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

Immediately I begged for her forgiveness; With a single finger to my lips
And tears in her and mine eyes
Yes she said: I am willing too

"Somebody to Share You With"

I almost got it right, last night

It was going to be my last try

After all of these years, of trying

I had her head spinning
All the day long

With looks that would even melt
Your stone cold heart

With loving words, that needed no defining

With my swaggering walk

I took her to Gepeto’s 

Did you know, now you need reservations

Eighteen months in advance
But yes, you already knew that
I am never hidden from you
We sat at that same old table

 The small elegant one 

You remember

The one way in the back

The one with the golden silverware

And

The silken napkins you remember dear?

As I teased with you, I do her too

I

 Placed the cream colored velvet box

Silently upon her plate

But only after knocking the bud vase over

And to the floor as I did yours

The only difference was, her ring

It was placed in a misshapen box
One that would reassemble

A bracelet, or a locket's Box

For I knew, she knew, that I still loved you

With all my heart, even though you can not

Physically compete for it anymore as before

Not, that you would have too, my dear

You have beaten out, all Comers

Jac' replaced the bulb; as he did before

With jewelry light; intense and bright

When she had opened that box and saw

The thing

Jac' he then hits the table lights

Its facets destroyed the table setting

With their glittering, their sparkling

Every single Facet was all a glow

And then

Her smile; she flooded my heart

With pure hope

 And then

I went and blew it

I was one vowel off

An O for an A

I called my darling Danna, Donna 

I immediately, begged, for her forgiveness

With a single finger, to my lips

And with tears in her eyes and mine

Yes she said; I am willing, to share you

With her memories

And that was it

I will no longer miss

Missing you

by

Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"But It's a New Day Now"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Alone Again; Double the Trouble, Double the Fun I Would Have Wished, That You Would of Become a Nun

"But It's a New Day Now"

Holy cow! 

It’s the twins birthday and the day that you went away 

You left them here with me to stay 

So now we travel on day by day

On this here so called river of life 

Its winding bends

Its twists and turns 

Its ice cold rapids  

Always shocking my nerves

They with their giggles, tears, and fits 

We are winding down now into the Seas of Adversities

But we, they and I are getting to It and through It

My dear wife this is our new life

 The terrible twos are long since gone 

 Now I thank God, for this

 I just couldn't handle that again

 All alone again

Double the trouble and yes double the fun 

But still!

 I would have wished, that you would of become a Nun

If I had to do it all alone, again I mean

I would never change that day

Down at that lake, late in June 1982

The day you and Mary Lou floated in 

On those deflating inner tubes

Giggling so hard; you both had tears, in your eyes

As you cried; I watched you

And you seen right through to me

By August you were mine and I was I your’s too

We owe it to that lazy river, it’s where we all grew up

Where we  all went to play

In those wondrous summer days

I took our little ladies tubing today

Down at that lazy river

There they were; turning blue, in their polka dotted bikinis 

The water still is crystal clear, my dear

Ice cold they, refused to go they so remind me of you and Mary Lou

You remember, the river dear It flowed down into Devils Lake

The secret cove, the swimming hole 

Were you and I became one 

I remember you on that day  always

But it's a new day now

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"The Questions to The Sympathizer"~ By Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Religious Wanderings and Questions Asked of That One

"The Questions to The Sympathizer"

 

What causes one to dream; dreams

Why do they bloom; and then die

What starts a heart to beat

For what purpose do we exist

And then die. 

Why?

Some say there is no reason why

But, that it was a “Big Bang”

I say: how does something come from nothing

Is there a Constant of, that we don’t know of

We see millions of stars and planets

Damn it! Galaxy’s, but where are the other beings

We humans do we know anything

Can you really walk on the water

Can you create life from nothing or just dirt

Why do so many things here in this life hurt

Why did you come here and then leave?

What is it you feel for us

Why have you not, fixed this mess

That we are all in to win

Why do you call it Sin

When will it all end

When will it begin

Must we die to be like God

Is He or was He ever Human

Why did He begat a Son

A Teacher

A Diplomat

A Savior

Are you His

Only 

Sympathizer

by

Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"*Warning* Poem in Progression!"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Warning About Another Poem From That Religious Zealot Sinbad the Sailor Man With a Tiger, Monkey, and Pink Elephants?

"*Warning* Poem in Progression!"

Warning hazard area, a head

The disturbing things running round in ones head

Pink elephants and white lies

Long drawn out stories and alibi’s

Defining what is what and who is who

What in this world are we suppose to do?

Are we faithful or not?

Do we create only to destroy Oh boy!

Here we go again being much more than we have ever been

The tiger said: to the monkey, with a half shaded grin

I have never sinned

Come down eh and lay with me let us be more then we are meant to be

There is no King in this our jungle no rules to befuddle us

No ruler to muddle us let us be friends and the monkey thought

No way Hosea, you will eat me up! You are a tiger and I am your meal

This is the Law in this our jungle so seys the man

Who wears you for a frock I can read between your lines

I wish not to be caught up in your throat

So the tiger walked away and the monkey lives another day

Until the return of the son of man when all will be Friends or dust

The consuming fire returns as do the worms

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"So What Do You Believe In?"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: Reflections of a Discontinued Warrior

"So What Do You Believe In?"

Last night the tear drops fell, as I screamed in utter anger
Although fast a sleep I was, she was wide awake and beside herself 

With fears and tears

That I would go and leave her

She knew not where this was coming from

Or what had brought it on, or what it was

That which I was going through

Or what I was going to do

But, as usual she placed the blame upon herself and left me

See the pain it comes from somewhere deep within

Although she could not know it,  because it was hidden

In my deep, dark, and sorted past

I have taken many lives, and now I am alone at last I

In a protectors role, it is some times necessary to over look

Some of these takings, they were out of mercy, but, yet the last that I took

It was just, and not in or of my nature, It happened so unexpectedly

Quickly drawn upon by friendly fire, by a Gate Keeper

I took that young mans life

Before he could even squeeze the trigger

See he was in love with a young Navy WAVE

Who was being pressured by a Figure Head

I respected this man dearly

But, these thoughts of discontent

I did get wind of, and i turned my head
Now this young man is dead

By my hand but, the Commander he lives on
though my soul it be torn, I was reborn

Now it is only shown, while in my bed

When I am fast a sleep

My demons I alone, “They” I must keep

I was making advancements in my field of course

I swallowed many foolish lies, of Duty and of Honor

Though there are many of us who do it well

Some of us, must go through a living hell

Living secrete lives, and when we are under stress

From our daily living, up sneaks our misgivings 

They attack us, when and where we are most vulnerable
In our dreams, they hide buried in our subconscious minds

Where the truth will always hunt us down

Weather it, for it maybe true or it maybe falsified
Or even a down right lie

But, yet!

This punishment we earn, doing that what we believe in
[The right to Truth, Life, and the Pursuit of Happiness]

Freedom rings for those who dare to hear it

And wish to achieve it

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray

My prey passes me by, and my secretes keep

Let no one enter in

Least they be neutralized

The secrete is the young man did not commit suicide

His life was taken by my hand

And the facts lie hid and buried

In contented lies

 I was let go under doctors lies, and alibi’s

And now I live a life of discontent

So what do you believe in?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"As In the Garden"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

 

Poetry: Life Associated to and With a Garden

"As In the Garden"

Love trusts

Good deeds

And 

Weeds

In life we know but, two certainties

We know them well

And 

Fear

Like the garden is

So is ones mind

And 

Relationships

It must be tended to

They must be weeded, seeded, watered

And

Fed

Most of all they need to be groomed

Dying is easily done

Never failed has any one?

It is in the living, that we lose most

Of our time

And 

Mind

Digging about

Planting, reaping, mending

And

Throwing things out

Sorting, courting, and breeding

Often leave a soul or lead a soul

To bleeding

To all things there is a season

Spring, a time to find love

To swim in it and play

Summer, a time to get things done

To gather in your Life’s work

To have some fun

Fall, it is a time to reap

And 

Keep

Your just desserts

Winter, is the time to retire

And 

Rest

In your own way

So we need to tend to

Our gardens

Or else

We will end up

With

Nothing, but weeds

Then who will trust in us

In you or I

Will there be any trust

No, not by any

One of

Us

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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"Within the Shepherd's Heart"~ A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

Poetry: A Poetic Twist to the Tale of Pinocchio

"Within the Shepherd's Heart"

You! 

You have surrounded me with this plague

Oh Lord my God, you are poetic

Within you every thing is copacetic

We humans are, so pathetic

Goodness and humor are your favorite vices

Like the ventriloquists’ dummies; the things they say

They are your words; unknowingly

Master puppeteers’ are blissfully ignorant of their silence

You are our Shepherd with indifference

Ironically; your humor is bittersweet

It makes the marionette laugh

 As

The puppeteer becomes aware of its Master’s hands

The bleating sheep are yet to be sheared

With honesty and laughter you tear and tare

These earthen dummies with strings attached

Heartlessly; hands shoved into their backs

The heard needs one good whack across its back

To break all their strings, to replace halos and wings

To hear the Cherubim sing

Oh to hear those angels sing

To lead and guide

To carry and hide

To be gathered beneath their enormous wings

Attached but yet, without strings

Staffs in hand

Awaiting the golden bands

Announcements made

Time not delayed

The curtain it rolls away

The heathen is swayed

Lives reborn now homage is paid

Truth now displayed

Clay pots broken; their silver cords part

One makes for a brand new start

They become real Sons’

Within the Shepherd’s heart

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man

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