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

This little wool bag of mine
Contains
Most of my things
I got mostly
Utilitarian items
Nothing that
Represents my dreams
It gets a lot of wear
Being dragged
From here to there
It's near me most of
The time
The bottom is thread bare
Like this soul of mine
I used to leave it at places
To demonstrate trust
Guess what would happen???
People would take my stuff
So now I drape it over my
Back
Like a,,transitory
Christmas sack
This here wool bag of mine
This here wool bag of mine
It ties at the top
If you see me on the side
Of the road go ahead and stop

Boom
It begins
There is light
And movement
Tumbling rocks through darkness
And space
What pushes time
Forward
What causes us to rot?
When we enter the void
It all just ,,,
Ends?
Our purpose our goals
Our drive to be
No matter how far
Mankind goes
When our Sun goes supernova
None of us
Will ever be known
Never a reason
Never a rythme

I feel like I'm living on a huge scale,
Everyday a little bit more piles up , opposite of me. Soon, the weight will shift, and I will slide down , across the fulcrum and then sliding ever down into that, dark heavy patch of worry.
Hoping to come out the otherside, unscathed and once again; balanced.

When they read the obituary
How was your life summed up
I hope it is extraordinary
Was your first loved mentioned
Was your favorite dogs named there
Did they cover how you laughed
The sweet smell of your hair
Facts, facts facts
Or did it show your favorite
Fantasy
People love to search the text
For their name
A few lines or paragraphs
A nod of Recognition
Then on to other things
Social media and
Tic toc addiction
Write your own story
Make it what you want to say
After all...its you that passed away.

That's a shiny penny
A glowing copper top
I should stop and
pick it up
Give it to my friend
Who means the world to me
It cost just a penny
But it's a pretty thing
I'll give it to my sweetheart
And make it to a ring

Everything matters
These words their meanings
And the hope behind them
Friendship its bond
And the love it brings
Your health my health
Mental and physical
Our loved ones
Your loved ones
Really anyone you may deal with
These things matter
Strength to take on each
Individual day
To find brightness on
The dark days
Little things,
Matter
You matter, to me
Five years of sobriety
Five years of honest hard work
After that call me
We won't go get a drink
But I will make you
Dinner.
If you feel that I matter

When times get so bad
You close your eyes not
To see
Soon you will exist in a dreamland,
With no substance.

You've been shamed into hating your lineage
Shamed into thinking you are them
Guided down a path of self destruction
Only to bow your head
God doesn't exist
according to the new
Boeheimiams
He  hasn't existed before
Turning your back on your
Existence.  What Are You Living For?
afraid to do the wrong thing
Fear has been used to control your mind
Its usually about money?
Maybe not this time
Economy's fail, businesses close, but hide the collapse under a mask
Whose to know?
Blame it on the blacks
No one will doubt it.
Fear can drive bigotry
(Whisper painfully to almost a silent cry)
The banks are In on it...
200 trillion reasons
Only so many are at
A percentage high
A thousand years of peace to follow
I bow my head and try...
To love myself
and forgive myself
And trust myself again, and again.

I used to play my records
Now
I don't sing at all
I would meet with my teammates
And play
Softball
I would cruise the boulevard
Now I just
Walk my hall
I used to be
Something
Now I'm mostly gone
I used to enjoy liquor
I'd **** down the wine
These days I drink water
I left spirits behind
I used to believe
Now I demand proof
I have no faith
Not even in myself

Many stand idle and watch the dismantling
Of our Constitution and Country
They fear being called names ,
And labeling
Oh ,
many may point fingers
And ring the warnings
of danger
Most won't hear
and they truly believe
That others will step up and
Take the lead
But the horde is coming
And the problem is clear
Most stood by and did nothing
Some simply
don't care
After the years
of the end
Will you look back
Wishing
you had
Taken a stand?

You have made your choice
You could have run
Now you will fall where you stand
Your last decision was bad
You  and your ilk thought you were
Safe
Abandoning me and my race
I offered friendship and unity
You preferred isolation and
Supremacy
Now you beg?
With folded hands?
Do you think
I give a ****?
As was once told to me
Do you think my heart is full of charity?
Walls will burn
Territories change hands
Your people will be driven from this land
Only your women and children will leave
The warriors souls belong to me
There will be no next time to talk
No parlay
May the carrion dine where you lay.

Did you come here to work
Are you here to pray
What did you sacrifice
To be here today
Are you sending home money
To your family
Did you pledge your loyalty
To the USA?
Do you care about liberty
Or freedom
or democracy
You need to be a good consumer
Buy land and stay
Are you here because you love
The American way.
Or are
You only here long enough
To earn money and not stay
Did you become
American. Or is that
Temporary.
Being here long enough
To build a nest egg
This isn't your home land
We have our own customs and ways
Don't forget your heritage
But your customs must change
You took an oath. It used to mean something  
another lie ?
Do your word mean nothing? Remember you're here to start a new,
Don't bring the same low class of living you left. With you.
You don't need money, to be clean.
Did you come to go back
After getting paid?

My faith lately has been very challenged
So I stepped back and looked at what my faith means
I realized the problem right away,  its people who don't agree with me
Religion is word of mouth
Faith is what you believe
So my religious foundations are based on hearing a story and for me to agree
Man conveys the stories and I drink the kool-aid
Why are there only a select few that gods have spoken to?
Am I not a child of light
Shouldn't I be able to connect directly to the Almighty?
All my religious references have been passed down to me, if I was never told of the glory of God
Would I know it? Would I find solace and bend my knees to heaven thanking God for the gifts he has given? I know I have lost my faith in men.
So does that mean their stories of God are lost to me as well? There are books and books all written by mans hand, there are no longer burning bushes that communicate.  Why are there no miracle workers walking the earth now. Why are there no messiahs today? Seems I'm disconnected and my connection to God was explained to me by an ordinary group of men. It just comes down to; "What do I believe,  and how am I supposed to find my own way after being tainted by the religious concepts of man, on this let us pray" amen

The walls are thin
And whispy white
Wind can be heard blowing
Through them
And shadows cast by daylight
Cement floors with throw rugs
nothing is damp
A small double bed opposite the door
Big enough for only one
The bathroom door moves
Open and shut
Like a heartbeat
When the wind picks up
it's never cold
The roof is tin
Tile and tar
It never drips water
On the floor
There's a counter no table
A hot plate
No stove
Windows look
Westward
Showing a place to go
You can hear the ocean
If you are still
Open the front door
To greet the rising sun
I can see her car pulling up
The hill behind the barn
Back inside to tidy up
I have no flowers
To set out
And no wine
To get drunk
I have this room
Thats enough

Alright folks stay with me now
They are the X'es
We are the O's
We operate on a
Place called the public board
The X'es occupy these amount of squares
The O's have always taken the area over there
I point this out but most bystanders
Really don't care
Now, it's a bigger board cut up in a certain way
The X's control these parts until a certain date
Then a majority vote will turn those spots to O's
There are those inbetween but, they cant swing the vote
Back at square one,  
stay with me now everyone
We are just learning the ground rules
And back to front the shell game goes
Who were the X'es and who are the O's?
And those in the middle are often gray
But our side is right
Upon the board we play

Someone
Someone
Pick a side
Sitting there watching your wheat grow
Why don't you rise?
Amber waves mean Nothing now
Nothing to me
The banners have never been so beaten
Bullet holes mar the star field
It means nothing to  me now
You should rise
You should rise
In unity we
Once stood majestic mountain high
Stand now
Oh okay
Lean on me
It's only a store bought word
Liberty
Rise no more against
The corporate machine
Your voice is lost
Against the social media screen
I have no brother
I have no border
I have no one
To help me see
A future where we can
Live in harmony
Oh rise one more time
Face the setting sun
For I fear tomorrow
This land has none

I heard a siren
I was filled
With fear
Fire
,hell and brimstone
Followed quite near
Many fools pointed
Which way to go
I asked
where did this come from?
No one seemed to know
Higher we ascended
Moving on a path
But there's no room up at front
So the masses cannot pass
Camping on the road side
The pasture holds our trash
Mind the filth and needles if you
Go traveling past
Will no one protect us
Where are the brave and strong
They sold out to anyone with a buck
The righteous are long gone
I oft wonder and with wonderment I stare..how did we rise so high
To only end up here.

Here are the problems with democrats
They want to conduct beatings on the opposition,
and they want  illegals to remain in my nation
They like to put targets on people's back
And wish death on other humans for political wrath.
They label everyone a ****.
Then tear down historic statues and occupy college campuses .
Promoting anti
Jewish
marches
They want retaliation
and try using  gorilla tactics to bring down my union
Blaming everyone else for the mess we are in.
Never being gracious when the other side wins.
I have rights and a voice. I also believe..
its a woman's choice.
I walk between the shadow and light, and guarantee this poem will bring about hate..
tis another democratic trait.