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.

Whispers are now words
These words are being heard
The shroud is pulled over
America's face
The blueprint couldn't last
And since when has our Nations voice
Spoke treaties of truth
At times its about the water
Or how a violent place saves face
To see it be stripped to the metal
The framing document
Replaced?
Call on your brother
If their good will is not
Malice
This is now when you
Find no one in line to hold your place
No flag flew today
And tomorrow for it,
I will not stand
Farewell to the old beautiful
For mans greed
Disgraced

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

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

A long time from now
When you have turned
Purple and black
I will be high on a green dragon
Looking down
Not just at you
But at the many years that have passed

I will remember,  I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
Had I asked you would have said "Yes"
And that you would hang in there .
Until the time you would see me,
Mounted high waving goodbye
On that magical dragon

If I only knew..I would've asked.

Approaching Devine
It's not easy to find
Approaching
Devine
Unable to touch
Just can't connect
To each other
Yet
Approaching devine
Devine
Color has faded
This old memory
Could you be reaching
For me
Approaching devine
Just in my mind
Maybe soon we
Shall wait
Being Devine
There is never
Time

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.

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.

Before I go
Please take from me
All the feelings
That you need
Don't hold back
For there's nothing left of me
Take what you need
Before I go.
Here's some light
When you can't find the way
Take some hope
When you bend your knee
to pray
Take some time
all the time you need
To make up for my leaving
Be brave
unlike me
Do what's right
And not what's
Easy
Stand for those
Who fear to fall
Be better than me
Please. take it all
Give until
you are but a shell
Let those who live
Remember you well
Take from me
So some small part
Remains
May you live
Many more years
By living strong
Without fear.

I am small
It is easier being small
I don't take up much space
I don't look anyone in their face
I am not one who confronts
I cower and scurry like a runt
I turn the other cheek
Like a religious freak
I don't mind being small
I'm fine with it but, will I crawl?
How much weight can these shoulders take
When the last straw hits i won't break
I realize that this world is a small pond
I live here among everyone hiding in the fronds
For the sake of others I must grow
To give strength to all from my soul
We as a collective are too important
To not become grand is self indulgent
When I "became " I'm going supernova
Going for broke superman move over
I'll be a guiding light for all to see
You should grow too please join me

Cigs
What do you call a rat trap that has killed many rats?

             Buckles
Idk what do you call it?

              Cigs
Dependable

But everyone wants to make a better mouse trap.

               Buckles
You said mouse trap, not rat trap

               Cigs
Thats because the rats, take care of their own.

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

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.

When we met that's when I knew
I'd start circling you
You're in my sights
Did you know
I was
Circling you
Round like a ring
A promise too
I knew i would
Circle you
I would circle you
You can
Start and circle back
Its never happened
But you changed that
You
Circled back
Circle me
Engulf devour
Take some and
Go back
You're  in my sights
Did you feel that
Did you stare back
If you circle me


         Want me


Circle me


        Take me


Circle me

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

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.

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

Have you ever heard the babbling of a brook
The sound of rushing water against a rock
The chittering of animals when a predator is near
The crashing of rifles dropped in fear
A clock ticking and ticking louder each tock
A countdown to an explosion never to
Erupt
Buzzing insects near ones ear
It is the idea of the blood letting that causes the mind to slip gears
Children crying
Cats meowing
Dogs howling
The asylum at night
The elderly in nursing homes begging for family or
to be set free from the walls
With no where to go they'd wander the streets
A distant memory
guides their feet
They will find no home
But silence at last
on the empty street
The humm of street lights
begin
But the illuminating light
Does not mean
the end

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.

There's a many bunch of places that I'd like to be
On a cruise ship sailing across the seven seas
Looking out a window
just to see the swaying
palm trees
But there's one place I'd rather be than these...

I can't
wait to dance on your mothers grave
I've laid out the dance steps and the music that I'll play

Oh there's many lovely spots where I could be
But I'd rather go tap dancing upon your mother's grave

If there's one other person
who'd I'd rather see
to be placed in the ground for all eternity..
it isn't much of a stretch he's in your family ..
it would be your dear brother, whose
already
dead to me.
He's a desperate drunk
and a bully
I'll put this song to an end
But let me stop by saying
I hope he gets lots of rest
in a bed of dirt
as I go a' dancing above his rotting corpse..

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

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

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.

I'll eat the universe
And pass reality
I'll lay on the lotus
And define infinity

A target on his back
A beating threatened
The garbage men
Did their work
With their candidate
Winning
"What was in the past.."
And other word salad..
Imagine Walz near the nuclear
Button,
For a nuclear winter
I was getting several unwanted
Text five times a day
It totally re-enforced
My desire to see America great.
Congratulations
AMERICA
May your republic
Rejoice

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.

Aye Laddie
Your hairs gone gray
Your bonnie lass has gone astray
Nay your kin folk know ye name
Nay a prayer has crossed your lips
In at least these thirty years
You've tried your trade
But no one buys copper these days
Hope and luck have made ye a piker
You're as mad as a hatter
And you have  no one left to blame

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

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.

Fear
Fuels
Fools

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.

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

Do you look out from where you stand
and shout out your decree?
Do you look
only
out
and not within
When making such a scene ?
Are there higher points that you could reach
Where the view is clearer still?
With new eyes you begin to see
How your perspective shapes your will.
Higher platues away from your phones
Things found in dusty books
When men of wisdom laid stepping stones
That not many of today have took
The thing about these paths are
They never end
There are millions of stones to be laid
Perhaps by your hand
Take that first step and let the journey begin.

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 .

Pardon my prose
But..a rose is a rose?
Not today,  is it yellow or white?
Blood red, light blue, or dark hue?
It has thorns?
don't all precious things?
And the rose of which I speak ,
That rose,  by the way have you ever seen?
It is in a garden, with many other colors
It shares the sun and water with all
The other flowers
And which one stands out
To be perfect
They all be...

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]

If I give up my guns
And the boogie man
Comes
How shall I defend
my life
I got married to
a she devil
And I hide under her apron
From the light
As fierce as she is
She alone can not
Face such horrors
Of the type
That I speak
Weak I maybe
And old become
These bones
But alone I can
Defend my keep
These weapons were made
To make all men the same
I will protect
My countrymen
My family
And friends
As long As I have
This gun in my hand
Never will I be a slave

She was free traveling
From LA
Up the west coast
To the AK
There was no hurry
No real plan
Visiting friends
On route to
Ketchikan


(Chorus)


Along the coast lines
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhme
Bonfires at night
Strong breeze all day
While on her journey to the AK


She left nothing behind
Just her mother's memories
She never thought of her father
While on escapes like these
She never looked back
Just moved constantly
To the  last frontier
Called  the AK


(Chorus)
Along the coast line
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhm
Bonfires at night
A strong breeze all day
Along her journey to the AK


When she arrived
She went to my cafe
That's when I met
Her in the AK


She told me about the coast lines
(Remaing chorus)
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhm
The bonfires at night
The strong breezes at day
And her arrival at the AK

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

When gravity breaks
And we
free
form
float
Inertia does not keep us
Pressed
Against
mother earth
One missstep
We shall hover
Like in space
But
with air
Time will continue To
tic
some may Struggle
mere inches
Above the ground
Then we need
Friends to strap us Down
It's days like these
We want to be birds
Untethered wings
Uncontrolled
Flight
But I'm talking
About motion halted
When
Gravity faulted

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

What have I been
Sitting in
It is all over me
Such viscosity
What has
It all
Cost me
Wallowing
In it
Have you
Ever just
Heaving cried
With it
Bathed
Within it
Look at her
Then at him
Dripping from
Their
Very skin
I'm crying
In it
I'm crawling....through
But soon
Will hit that wall
And I'm fighting
Back not holding
To hope
I'm free from it
Most not
I'm free and it
Caught my heart

The sun has just went down. I turn on my little light by my chair that throws a soft glare across my room
,its caused by my light Pointing at the reflective louvers of my blinds.
I have my window open a crack. Cool  fresh air is being pulled into the room by my little fan that is always set on quiet mode. The room has the perfect climate, cool dark cozy.
Funny how its normally just me. I guess not everyone likes cool. I just heard a school of geese fly over my house. It sounds like an airborne argument.
It also sounds amazing, especially  growing  up where I did hearing nothing but huge planes over head. With this perfect setting, there is still something missing, companionship.  I need a dog.

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

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?

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.

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?

I want to be
Invisible;
Man
You dig?
You ...
See
Can't see me
Mo'fo
Hell
No
Can you
,,read betwixt
The lines
Like an Universal
Monster
Dracula
Or Frankenstein
I'm invisible


Man

ithogoths , molypogs disembodied frights

starlets and fairies bursting into flight

geneophobes miscreants black forms of mishapened blight

stereo's and boom boxes pounding in the back

spilled ***** and filthy toilets , overflowing ******'s with the ****** cakes all black

vampire women with blood on their lips shaking what God gave them

to attract the male imp

movement and swaying and drugs ingested ,espeacialy the ones that are cheap

smokey haze above the heads of thugs , ****** and creeps

points of dim lights from hand held go bots

the floor is damp from the sweat pouring off their ***'s

connecting with other degenerates in the filth

locking themselves in the bathrooms to **** and shoot up

to gyrate on and infiltrate daddys sweet thing

to mock the elders and spit on the kings good name

creating havok ,embracing darkness

its a generational thing

its dollar night for the grog

and all will have their fill

the goblins and the elves now enter

soon blood will spill

the knights of enclave will surround

the hollow jug

a spell of blessing light will flood the ***** floors

out scatter the ***** things now un-embraced

it's what they consider love

and some of the black forms are held fast

by the spell of steel shanks

all the whoos in whooville quiet in their boxes

now give thanks

cause once the spell of steel shanks is cast

the maddness ends at last

It's just me
Living in sorrow
Wondering
About a dark
Tomorrow
All those thoughts
Of what I'd be
Sunken down
From yesterday's
It weighs me
Down
The could have beens
The different
Path I could of lead
And yet I find
Where i am at
is fine
I just can't Have
no peace of mind