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Ike E Davis Dec 2018
It is necessary
Force on force
There really  is no
Power with just
A voice
It is a necessary
Evil
I'm In charge
Do as i say
When i hear no
That makes my day
Here comes my chance
To choke or punch
Not too much
Throttle control
The gas
There's a fine line when
Beating  ***
You can't  let on
The violence really
Gets you off
A
Good technique
Is when you make them
Whine
The bigger they
Are its devine
I can make
A six foot two
Two hundred
Pound man
Cry
Hold me back
Or let me go
I'm a sadistic
Fellow  on
Patrol
In society
There's no other
Way
Ike E Davis Dec 2018
Fear
Fuels
Fools
Ike E Davis Dec 2018
She runs tonight
Like a bullet takes a life
Faster than the speed of sight
She runs
To hide
her desire
to get higher
She's about to expire
Her life has run down
Like a crib on a bough
With no mothers hand
To give
Any rythym to the limb
She can't feel
Normal or real
She has gone beyond the pain
Beyond hate or blame
To an
Ethereal plain
Where only God
moves
Faster than the rain
As steady as a beat
The rythym of her heart
Which she
out runs
Looking for the fun
And hiding
from
Her, pain
Ike E Davis Dec 2018
You can close  your  eyes
That  won't stop  the monster
You can  deny
This pending  disaster
It's not funny how when
There is a need
There's no one there
At least not for me

I hold my breath
Counting begins
I get to a thousand
And start again
To close to ignore
To familiar to not fear it's at my door this monster
Is here
Burning candles  keep the light on
Running the TV
Until the dawn
There's no kryptonite
There's no crucifix
And denial
This time won't fix
Here is the monster
Here is the end
Ike E Davis Dec 2018
You were there..
We were there,
When the others
Came to watch
The floating pig
Move across,
The puzzle piece sky
While some may live
Those others
Have what chains
They born in life
And there,we stood
In synthesized light
Moving the button
To madness machine
Leaving just a memory
To us
Or to them
There are questions
These are cigars
Ike E Davis Dec 2018
By the back gates
Near the parking lot
Where the homeless
Are seen
There's a space there
That's reserved
for me
I'm kinda famous
At least here
Where the wineos
Drink their beer
A pimps office
Behind  the laundry mat
I can be seen
Standing apart
From the riff raff
And the bruisers
I got my spot
From stepping up
This is where
I planted
My buttercup
Ike E Davis Dec 2018
While riding  to loch Driscoll
Upon my faithful  ***
I came upon three calvary men
Who demand of me a tax
I pulled my trusted claymore
And my pistol capped
The devil take your souls and the copper coin to match
I took the bounty chest rightly full of gold
I yelled to the devil
Here comes three more for your hole
Shalah  hey Heidi do ** de oh
Life as a highwayman
Life as a highwayman
I buried half me treasure
And the other half is gone
Perhaps  the ****** that earned it
Will help the minstrel  sing my song

Shadey hey hey do oh
Life of a highwayman
Life  of  a  highwayman

I took the remaining treasure
And arranged passage on a
Ship
I would tame America with
The claymore  on my hip

Life of  a  highwayman
Life  of a highwayman
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