He didn't know his birth mother
She was a pretty  young girl
She was ***** at seventeen
There is ugliness
In the world
The man was her uncle
What he did no one
Ever knew
The girl blamed it on some
Boy
Whom she said was cruel
She was kept locked away
Until the baby was due
A handsome baby boy
That was you
I love you,
Like
I need my soul
I couldn't imagine
Not having you
In the world
You are loved
As much as you
Were abandoned
You are my son
As sure as I'm your
Daddy
Your birth mother had a choice
And I'm so happy
With what
she decided
You may never know The truth
of how you were
Conceived
But none of that matters
Because
You are a son to me

Searching
Oh I'm searching
I got no one to call

Oh ,,,,
I hung my head low
Lower than

my soul
Oh...how long have I been
Searching,,,,
thinking I'd find
The truth
Oh and I start looking
At no one here but myself

Yeah...I been searching
And searching and I bowed my
Head
Finding
The door was open
And Jesus was the way
You...you .you
Could spend your life searching
But take it from me
Now there ain't no denying
Jesus;
showed me the way
Who's searching
Who's searching when there's
No need...Jesus gave and gave
And this searcher was saved
A.....MMMMEN!
AMEN

Turn turn
Bury your head in the sand
It seems as if God has
Forsaken this promised land
Is it failure of our leaders ?
Failure of faith?
Families in which there is no
Solid base?
Alcohol and drugs
Found in everyplace?
We are distant from, hope and our Lords grace.
As long as money can flow
Into pockets,  they'll use the poor
And sick to flock us.
They wish to separate faith from the masses,  by mocking us.
Divide to cause fear
Provide a dream that cannot be
Obtained
Consume and spend
The debt will never end
Hope has all but died
But greed keeps the machine alive.

This balloon can protect you from heat and rain
Hold tight to its string
and it can take you away..
don't fly too close to the sun,
it'll burn
that way.
This balloon is like life's problems, we can put energy
and substance in it
until it grows as big as a house.
Or, we can shrink it down,..
let the air out.
Place it in our pocket and carry it
easily around.
A story comes to mind of a young girl from a wealthy home who was asked what she wanted for Christmas.."a balloon!". Was what she answered.
Like Truman Capote wrote
" its a penny thing, but its pretty"
We can choose the color of our balloon,  make it see through and yet huge, where we fool ourselves everyday, that,
what we can't see, can still be in our way.  
Color your world vibrantly and take up space.
Color your ballon with passion and grace.
Let it float above,,
just like God's love.
A penny thing thats pretty.

String by the  scissors
I'm gonna cut some ****
That real deep stuff
You can't forget
I may bleed
To know I'm alive
At least I tried
Going through old photos
I remember mostly being sad
Weird how that shapes us
Being around those so..neg-ah-tive
You've got to shoot for glory
And not worry
about other people's lies

Scotland is part of England
Ireland is an isle
Across the North sea
Norway and Denmark
Above Germany
Further right (oooooffff mein humor)
Is Poland above is Sweden
Then to Lithuania below Finland
Belarus and Ukraine
Moldova Romania
above Bulgaria
Greece at the bottom
to the right is Turkey
Istanbul Is above Turkey
Hungary is above Greece
moving left is Italy
Germany sits like a hat
to the right of France
Barcelona is right of Spain
Below the country that rhyms with underpants
Below is Africa
Inbetween is Gibraltar
Up to Paris across the English channel
Is where we find London
north is where we started


[An IkeEDavis production]

I've been sad
I know we've all been sad
Sadness
I have no need for  
anymore
I want someone to blame
But blame
don't explain
Why
at the end of  the day
You can cry..
You deserve
to feel
But don't feel
You've earned
This pain
Forgive and forget
That's what those
Away from the scene
Say
Forgive and forget
To forgive
Is divine
I don't walk on water
But now I walk alone
And alone
Is no way
To be
We have the right
To be happy
Come and be
The change
The change you
Want to see.

I wish you were
more
Like something I need
I wish you would change
Just for me
I wish you knew
What I need from you
What would you be
Without your filthy
Habits
How would you behave
If you were surrounded
With love and pride
I wish you'd change
To what I need
Whatcha doing
For me
Watcha doing for me
Oh I wish you knew
I wish you knew

There's a void here Dear God
A dark spot on
what was a shiny soul
Anger and contempt
Are polished black and **** in life
Like a black hole
And who do I blame?
Everyone
Who caused such pain
Anyone
in my circle
That ever got in my way
And critizied my domain
With their pointing; boney fingers,
And spittle flying from their lips
So easy to point and criticize
Any belief
The arguments that never
Changed anybodies mind
The drawn out drama
That drains my life
And I try to gather any
Bit of happiness
A little piece of joy
Like little bright
Beautiful marbles
That I've lost for sure.

Drink from the dish
(*** on the wire)
Sins of the flesh
Mistress or magic man
(*** on the wire)
Pleasure from pain
Principle
(*** on the wire)
We are safe to
Explore
(*** on the wire)
Don't close your eyes
The ending will ***
When you cry
(*** on the wire)

So you wanna be black
That's ok
If you can't fit in with
Who you ought to be
So you wanna be a Saint
Well great enough you ain't
Or you'd be a Saint
by now
You got to be woke
When you search
you'll
See
you're no more woke
than me
How you gonna be real
When theres no path to see
From where you stand
You got to believe
You got to believe
In who you'll be
You want to help
The abandoned
What you can't save
You become
Don't become like me
Be different
You got to believe
You got
To believe

I own your ***
With ink and pen
And
Insurmountable debt
The ride,
The ride
Is never free
My lies are presented
Presidentialy
Don't you doubt it
You've been fooled
With
Cheated
Sure sure
I voted
I voted
Your numbers counted
And members of
Pac's are entitled
To know what is best
What is best
What
Is
Best?
By God

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.

I'm on trembling legs
With mind in the clouds
I'm in some kinda musical
I'm singing
out loud
It must be she's close to me
It must be her energy
I guess I'm finally
in love
I'm shouting out promises
I'm
holding down a job
Starting to grow up I guess
Could this
be ...
Love?
It must be when she's close to me
Its gotta be her energy
She's got a hold on me
Could this be,,
Love

When does a person reach the point,,
Of enough
What atrocities
Must there be
When they've seen
Enough
It is
Not just  my country
Ending its cycle
But the spirit of that
Nation,
Being divided
By unknown traitors
Who knows where they hide
And to fight them is too shame
And to stand together never
Happens now
That they
Run the game
But this is no idle matter
It concerns all citizens
Democracy is dead
The body is buried in
The parchment
We nigh could agree
The Constitution
Should be remembered
Even if our country
Is dismembered.

Do we leave the loose corners out, to weaken the tie?
May we pull the corners into unity to strengthen the bind.

From Wichita
To KC
McCalister
And big mac OK
In the fields
The backwoods
There's an unmarked
Grave
Where your Grandfather lays
There was blood
And senseless death
He's in an unmarked grave
He'll never  rest
I hope there's water
That runs by his plot
Just in case
His soul is hot
I am part of him
May someday we see
His unmarked grave
May he rest in Peace
Your grandfathers Grave
is in the back twenty
And his resting place we'll never see
Your grandfather's unmarked grave

She's better without  me now
It took me a little while to see
Just how she's
Better without me
I gave
I sure gave alot
And I will
never
Get that back
But love is made that
Way. It's never something that's
To be repaid
I can make it too
I'm stronger now
From knowing when
We were through
I hope.  Really wish her the best
She a better person now
Since I flew the nest
Looking back just
Makes me feel weak
My stomach knots
And my heart just sinks
I am moving on
I
Am
Moving on
Alone
And it's ok
I can breathe
I can breathe
This way

One small flame
That is uniquely yours
It eats away at its wick
Like time eats away at our
Bodies. It brings us comfort this little flame, it shows us our surroundings in the dark. Though it is small it brings about warmth.  
Put to other things it can spread and the flame can create a huge roaring fire.  If I force this flame upon you it is intrusive,  perhaps blinding and burns , the smoke obscures.
If you need to find a source of light you may look upon my candles flame and find commonality there for you too have such a candle.
Funny, when many candles come together: they look like the stars in the universe.  I hope this message finds you well, and when we part I hope you are better for our meeting.
⁰

It all comes down to faith
You either hold back or push it all in
You've been holding on for forgiveness
For the sins you need to come clean
Maybe you think that I'm simple for bowing my head
And for times I pray on my knees
I don't bow down to any
But my Lord unto me..
It all comes down to forgiveness
The Lord is the key
When your soul is weighed against your actions,  you'll have no one else to blame.
For you God may not be your answer
When your feeling lost or afraid
There is a light burning for you
May his love light your way.

I have an old bowl
I use it still
No reason to
Throw it
Away
It holds water
Or post , toasties
Whatever the
Meal
I steep my tea
In the vessel
Just to have room
For the leaves
To breathe
I never share
Out of it
After all ,,
It's mine
I keep it
Clean
Well, its good enough for me
A pitcher has a handle
A mug has depth
a bowl relies on my
Hands to maintain a grip
I put my hands together
And raise the rim to my lips
A motion much like praying
Especially when I  say grace
When I am gone
off
This mortal plane
And all my possessions
Are scattered to the wind
Whoever in their right mind
Would use my bowl
Again?

Dancing and holding her
hips
the small bend of her back
That flat
full belly
It can't be matched
It can't be copied
We may lust for that
Power
We can fool ourselves into
Believing our bodies
Could be like a
Her
But none can design like
Nature
I walk with my arm around her waist
And I can smell her hair
And the nape of her neck
Delicate but strong
Not like a man at all
Amen

I had a good cry tonight
I had a hard time
Seeing the people who
Loved me into being
Especially now looking back
I see them as self serving
And creatures of their own
Motives and desires
Then I thought there must have
Been love there or I would
Have never grown
Then I realized that there was love
That I never noticed till tonight
It was undoubtedly the unconditional
Love of God
He was able to show me the petty
Actions of those around me
he let me notice their selfish and self serving needs.
My nature was dictated by being around these types of people. It wasn't until now that I was able to see the lesson in my upbringing and to apply it to my life now,  God did not show me this for my praise unto him, he taught me this now to show me that I am worthy of the blessings I have and special enough to see, with new insight just how much I am loved by my wife and family now and how in my darkest times. Those days without a caring Mother or Father I was being looked after and loved by God.

Ladies and Gentlemen
Lift your heads
Mr. Lucky is with us again
He's had ten thousand shots to his name
And not a one has addled his brain
He's ****** down a truck load of beer
And yet look at him
Standing there
ready to cheer
Oh he's quite a man
Just ask him
he'll tell you so
Why
he's a saint among sinners
Drinking wine ,
that's sanctimanial
He'll give you the shirt off his back
And tell everyone how kind he was
While committing the act
Oh I must say
he's surely Lucky
Having drank such mass amounts of
*****
And not having so much as a
Pooch
A Lucky man Indeed
Mr. Person....al....ity
just add
Alcohol
you'll see
He'll slur his words and get
Overly loud
He'll be the only real man
In the crowd
he will cheat on his wife and ignore his daughter
all for another glass of
liquid manure
Mr. Lucky indeed,  
Pay your tab when you leave.

I wanna touch
Your face
Ungloved
I wanna smell your breath
With you mask
Off
It is more treacherous
Than a storming sea
It is more dangerous than a
Waring Family


No one knows
None are out and about
I would not risk so much
For just hanging out
We are both pale
No matter what the light
It is the pallor of loneliness
Only you do I trust
We now have a pact


Against those we were to guard.


I undress and
Close the door

It
Was
a
relief
She
Is not suffering now
Photo's and memories
Shoved in closet shelves
Pictures of us
And of dead relatives
How many forgotten
Graves?
To sea, with her remains
Even if it
Is
An extra charge?
To the coast
We'll dump her ourselves
Lots of dumping
To be done
Loads of stuffed toys
Old plates,
Refrigerator magnets
Which
I hate
My Mother looked so young
In these old photos
What year was that?
I ask ....
No one knows
Ya see it's just me
My family has gone
And I'm here cleaning
Up

She's important to me
So you know
I think a lot about
Us being alone
When I kiss her
I feel good
Holding hands
When we walk
Just like lovers
Should
Sometimes I see her
Looking at me
Smiling
I smile back
She's important to me


You can take all your
Necessities
You can keep me
From the
Things I need
You can hold back
All my cash
You can take my
Internet
But don't take
Her I'm begging
Please
She's so
Important to me


Shes like sleep
Like the food I eat
Like hair
Clothes
Jethro tull
Pantera.
Heavy jazz
Shes important to me.

She's packing her things she's
Leaving now
She'll be back
She always finds a way
Even though she left
I can't make it
Without you
You're kinda
My thing
And to be alone now
Is too much for my brain


We've held hands like every day
And I stare in your eyes
She's getting in the car
And she doesn't even
Wave good bye
Can it be the start
At an ending so bad
I've never really been
Alone
I thought that I'd be sad
But the suns up tomorrow
And there's no clouds to see
How bout' that I have a day to me
I'm home

She'll never grow older than
That day
I'll never need my space
Or turn her away
I'll never kiss her lips
Or gaze deep in her eyes
Again.


We won't walk hand in hand
I'll never see her smile
at my
Dad jokes
I'll never
smell her hair
Or trip over her ****
Eat her gourmet cooking
Or her pork and beans


She'll never realize
Her dreams


Our daughters will cry
At the drop of her name
I'll never look at her side of
The bed
the same
There will be nights
When her warmth isn't there
And I'll wish she'd whisper
Sweet words in my ear
But I've inherited
the wind
It's been quite  a loss
To have lightening in a bottle
To just have
it suddenly
lost
I'll never be the same
And she'll never
age
a day

Oh she's all I need
I know she knows
And I hope she won't
Leave me when she
See's


(Chorus)


I may be ordinary now
I vanish in a crowd
In time I'll burn
Like a flame
I won't be ordinary
One day
,,,
She must
move on
She's out lived her stay
It's far better
now
Since we've parted
ways
We won't end at goodbye
Since we can't be friends
I can't be ordinary
If you think this must end
(Chorus)
One more  chance
I'll dumb down to stay
I'd rather give my all now
To be more than
Ordi...
nary !

There was little chance of all of us
Being here today
We are all so busy running
Our devices and our cars
Yet here we are
Look around to one another
Say hello
Ask
Are you well
Its genuine
To be kind
It's being part of humankind
Aren't you glad you came down?
Love
is in the crowd
No need for Pointing fingers
He
she
they
may not be
The same
Who am I
To pass out labels
So don't label me
Walk a mile in these shoes
You'll never throw rocks
If glass houses you
Can you feel it now
Love is in the crowd
Love is in
The crowd
Give to others
Like you hope
to
Receive
The true gift is
Giving
the crowd
Might agree
Can we all agree somehow
That love
That love
That love
Is in the crowd

I know you
I
Remember
How cruel you were
How self centered
How disconnected
The filth
the lack of
Concern
How cheap you
Acted
Your true personality
Retracted
And out came
Lucille Ball
Everyone's
Sister
But not like
My mom
A sullen woman
Who'd sit in the dark
Blaming  everyone
Blaming men
Dead and gone
Being in her own
Prison
hatred
And anger directed
To me
For no good
Reason, that I could see
I knew you
No need
To forgive
I didn't mourn you.

He's a dirt bag an
A-hole
Tries to act like a
Navy seal or Evel Knievel
He's got a nice car
And cheap hair
He's got an angel
Next to his chair
What's she doing with a creep
Like him can't she see he's paper
Thin
He's plastic
He's a Ken doll
He ain't got no class at'all
Then why
Is she with that guy
If shed spend
just one
day
with me
Shed find out what she's mis-
sing
I'd treat her right
Cause
I got soul
hard as steel
I Ain't  plastic
I'm real
I'd be more classy
If she would ride with me
Why oh why
Is she with that guy

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.

Kassie don't smile
When your away
I'm being selfish
I want you to stay
I'm no good
No good
I'm not willing
to share
You you you got to stay
Leave your smile here


Memories years from now
You and me hanging out
Dancing close
you and me
Keep your smile when you leave
Just for me
Kassie

Us and them
Divide and conquer
Right
But who holds the knife?
Who benefits?
Not you
Not me
Together
Yell it
Together
A house divided
Cannot stand
You can lean on me
I can reach out
to you
I don't care about your
Skin
Or where you've been
You are a citizen
That's where
we begin
United

I am the last spiritual Lycanthrope
He that is to the right of the Pale rider
I wield the red sword
My sacrifice and the sacrifice of others is justified in the promise of a millenia of peace may God grant me strength...for it begins..Apocalypse.

My sword is
sharper
Than a razor
This is true
It can cut Through air
My skills
Through meditation
Makes my path
Clear.
I move
Faster, than your
Eye
Train harder than
A
Dark knight
I can conceal myself
In shadows
Of night
I bow
Bleed
Even lie
To achieve
This life
With Loneliness ,
One can focus
On the self
And peace is
The balance
This allows me
Fit sleep

How many were at the gathering?
Six, but my mind escapes me
Might there have been
Seven?
Drinking wine upon my entrance,
A variety of crackers
And cheese.
I made six,  six chairs six men
All around the round table
I was invited in.
Light conversation of who is who
And when was back then
I stood not
taking a chair
I wish I had noticed
How many men were there?
I think it was different so many times
Men around fires
Men about rocks
Away from the women
Were men must talk
I was the sixth chair, my character
Known to three,
Its why I was invited
and
Upon seated
I drank the wine

I'm getting soft in the middle
Well ,,really
I'm already there
My hair is thin and receding
You can't tell where its been
And I got baggage under my eyes
I cry at the sight of my shame
I'd like to point the finger at others
But I got my
Self to blame
I used to walk for miles
Sleep
Sleep
Right on the ground
Now I get dizzy
just
Sitting down
How is this really fair
It is so hard to see
That I feel young again
When you
Let your
hair down for me
Let your hair down
Oh yeah
Let your hair down

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

Shelter yourself
To where you've
Abandoned
Hope
Better to ignore The pain
Than to bleed
Break a bone
It heals stronger
Break with a toxic
Person
Is loneliness
Better?
In time
All things are
Supposed to
Heal
Unless
The black rot
Of death and dying
Is enough to
Over whelm
Any hope
Of trying
And tears from
That are not worth
Crying
But don't deny
Yourself
The chance
Of trying
Believe
Believe
Belief can move
Mountains ...
Move mountain
Move

I'd bow my weary head
To the angel that is dead
In our garden
The killer sits
On a metal chair
Where no one ever gets
To
His arm is as dead
As his empty head
His other hand points to.
Alerted I cried he must
Be the guy but no
Ones here to hear
As grey rises to his feet
I conceed defeat
And fall right out asleep
As I wake up I realize
I'm sitting in my easy chair .

A dour crowd has gathered
Around my homes hearth
Where once there was energy
and
exuberance
And youth
abound
Now they are as
four witches
In Macbethan gown
Death has touched
Some
And he has left ah
stench
The others
Squirm from the scent
It is like a dim torch
Being passed
A sorrowful story from this one
Another a divorce begun
Each trying to top the next
By God
Age is the poison
In their fruitful wine
Age the soul eater
A darkness
Devine

Subjected to restrictions
Expected to carry the line
All I need is a saddle
A bit so I can't complain.
Lights on
Lights off
Time of clocks
Is gone
Early to bed
Stubborn at rise
I rub the sleep
From my eyes
Potato in the ***
Fresh water still runs
When there is no water
There will be no need
For guns
I'll respond
I promise
To yeaee
And
Halt
And other threats
Don't hurt anyone
Else
Head down I take my lap
Freedom
At what cost

You left
with so much undone
On your departure
Its like
You took the sun
Nothing green grows
Here
No one hears my
Prayers

Since you've gone

I guess I'm to blame
For your
Leav,,,,,ing

If you have to go
Don't look back
You'll get ****** in
And I'd hate that
Its all my fault

Since you've gone

I know I'm to blame

I'd rather see you fly
Without my arms
Around your neck
Like a dead weight
I'd rather
You be free
Than have the burden
Of me

Since you're gone
I wish you the best
Since you've gone
I appreciate
Your need to climb
higher without me
I can say I helped you
along the way

Since your gone.

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.

With cane and strap
I rule the *****
Here, there is no
Mirth
Only tooth and claw
From  birth
A thick hyde
And hackles that stand
Like knives
One can beat
Natural selection
From the dog
But this
Has never gained
Loyalty
By God
A companion
Who holds no
Malice
That would sit to the right
Of the king of the
Palace
Only a man who knows his
Own weakness
Can shape a *****
To  greatness

There will be
A second shot
Heard around the world
Brother will again
Face brother
Chest to chest
Blood will be shed
There will be
Civil unrest
Those we thought
Were brothers in arms
Will show their true
Colors
Lines will be drawn
Of theirs and ours
To define new
Borders
A constant fight
Will be border
Control
Just like DMZ
Or Israel
I will find a side
So shall you
We will meet opposed
Or under
United Districts
I do this for my children's
Future
I make oaths and sign
In blood
May God guide my hand
Against those I oppose
As I raise the ***** Jaw Bone


--Ike E. Davis

It is usually of yellow color
Unless the vessel that produces
The ichor has some how made it
Paler
It is just waste liquid
But it is sterile
If you are dehydrated it isn't very
Pleasant
You must drink plenty of water
If you don't want it to be offensive
Certain foods can affect its scent
Go ahead eat asparagus and
Experiment
It dries on the seat of a commode most unpleasant
And when in a strange place to encounter it is worst of all
Dogs mark their territory with it
And bums spray it on walls
Some refer to it as golden showers
And find eroticism in its passing display
It is a right of passage for the young to not **** their pants when at play
And who out of the many
Hasn't done the ***-*** dance
Or laughed too hard
To **** their pants