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Ike E Davis Dec 2018
Is there a difference  between seventy  and two hundred?
Does a man accomplish  more  with a sick body and addled mind
Old like a tortoise or
methuselah  from biblical times
Does he seek destiny  in a cup of tea
Hoping for a spark
To see
And and and
Time moveth along
How long in the tooth or
Deep in the bone
To  the marrow ?
The crushing of the soul
How many stacked?

Bodies are  totalled ?
How many have passed..
Besides
My mother and father
Who will remember?
Who is there to recall
The endless tasks and
Hours
Like stacked bricks
In a wall
Time may not be the  villain
Procrastination
And things taken for granted
I will walk upon  the soil
When this earth is a dark dead planet
Ike E Davis Oct 2018
The drink is poured
Once more I drought deep
The swill does not quench my thirst
For thirst I do not seek
As the liquid goes to the darkness
Of my gullet
I ask for another pour
And think
nothing of it
For bottomless now the cup
And for sustenance 
I need not sup
For once the mull has taken hold
I slip ever so slightly into that hole
Newer was the light that the drink at first stirred up
And now the quest  for such brilliance I have not saught
Hope slips effortlessly
Away from me
As I look about expecting to be
Pointed out
And called drunkard..liar
Weakest man around
But in this place there is not one
Who can be found
To lift his head higher from
His cup
His shame
His misery
No man to stop him
No woman to turn his hand
Only himself
And himself to blame
But blame is fruitless
And the spirits are cheap
Another round is needed
And this leads to sleep
And dreams are distorted as is the
Truth..
Especially when
guzzling gin and vermouth.
Ike E Davis Oct 2018
I can fly higher than
A sycamore tree
I can see further
Than
An eagle
high, On wing
I can smell the musty Garm
 that treads on Heavy paws
I can hear the
Tip tap
of
It's claws
I feel the shadow
Drift across my Grave
I see the blind begger
Shake his cup
His eyes sunken
Shriveled up
I can taste the

Sweet mixture
Of
Young virgins full of lust
Picking fruit
For the harvest
I feel hope slip
I feel a tear fall
Upon my lips
Salty
Yet pure
Enough to stop
Me feeling
Ashamed
For my senses
Are heighten
And I can receive
The message On high As high as
The sycamore tree.
Ike E Davis Oct 2018
Surrounded, before the charge

Hope slips

And the guns barrage

Fires at our flanks.



Retreat is not an option

The horn signal has not

,,,,,gone

Two

blows

The Sergeant rides behind us.

We can feel the breath

of our

foes.

Blood is in the river, onto the banks

It goes.

Bullets pass by like angry bee’s

And my bunk mate feels the sting

His mouth opens wide as if yawning

His spirit leaves before

the scream

the river runs red, and flows like open

veins,

I must stop looking behind me,

For the enemy does nothing ,,

But gains.



The goal is in sight

I’m one of the few

To reach

the villains lair

I don’t hear the weapon fire

I drop into the river



As I float I begin to drift

And I

Melt away

In the crimson water.
Ike E Davis Oct 2018
My body
to be broken,
My mind gone
to the wind
My faith will remain
A foundation
A gift to
Raise
Weaker men
The darkness
Will surmount
It gathers
These days
Faith like a
Fire
Will shine
Like a
Blaze
Faith
Allows us to be
Humble
To pray on our
Knees
I bow my head
Willingly
To serve
The Masters
Needs
My faith
Leads and
Creates a path
I've dipped
My head
In his
Cleansing
Bath
I hope you find
That faith
In you
God grants it
Too many
And he
Covets
The fool.
Ike E Davis Oct 2018
With the next sun rise
meet it with your loved ones
Marvel
over its beauty
Bask in its light
For that is when
I will come
Eat as a king
Accomplish your tasks
Complete
what you have abandoned
For I
am nearer
Enjoy forbidden fruits
Tobacco and spirits
As the sun
dips
Dance with your family
And watch the sunset
Embraced
with your wife
Keep her close now
And love her
I will be moving faster
Pray to your god
And ensure that he will watch over your family and that he is prepared to receive you
For I am on the hill
overlooking your village
I can see you kneel
Here
I will rest
I will pray
I will tell of my grievances
Over the hill
toward the village
So all will know my intent
And
who I have come for
I too will drink and eat
In celebration of
Either
you will see your god
Or I will see mine
To either end
My enemy has seen my courage
And knows of my grace
I will greet your family
And tell them you fought well
and brave
Knowing that you will do the same
for me
Now the first ray of light
I am here
I am here
Face me with courage
And weapon drawn
I am brave
I am strong
May all mourn you before
The last light of the sun fades
May all say their farewells and tell of your bravery on this day
By then I will be on the hill
Moving away.
For with my departure
comes darkness

— The End —