all peoples

one man slobbers
another stutters
fella in yellow jacket makes fun
while chick in the brown coat looks on
clown asks dude in chair if he wants to see her hotdog
he asks if she'd like to see his
boy dances his heart out
girl shoots hoops
black is for licorice
white is for jelly beans
haters hate
lovers love
and people make up the human race
turn that frown upside-down
and show off that pretty face
fuckers

hindsight

we talk
say things
and wonder
was it right
should it have been said

what motivates me to
offer my two cents
will i sleep
when i hit the bed

they say
one day
things will be clear
guess i'll wait
till i'm dead

eat
drink
be merry

a boy

a long time ago
there was a boy
and his cousin
wrestling nuts
seats at the ring
as good as heaven
the golden days
simple times for
pure and simple
minds

mine eyes!

first comes love
then comes marriage
then comes baby in a baby carriage
...
then years of
disgusting hugs and kisses

loser

dear establishment proprietor:
she just needed to pee
we've spent and spent
and profited thee
now go to your competition
and see
a family of five
spending with glee

loser.

over the top

knee deep snow
mom, dad, kids and aunt
eager for the show
saw in hand
sled in tow
the perfect one
we all know
back and forth
heave-ho
timber over
home we go
'tis a blizzard
take it slow
chop it off
ceiling's low
ready set
christmas glow

caution

a ring
a dance
a consummation prance
a honeymoon
with fireworks
and all the fancy perks
now two as one
what will become
of a couple
bordered with trouble
in the school of hard knocks
devil as sly as a fox

freedom - paid for

freedom for the pacifist
bought with blood
by the man wishing for nothing more
than only to be loved

right now

you're lacking motivation
too early to drink your wine
you're overlooking disaster
it's looming in your mind
so take a minute
breathe
forget about tomorrow
fu to the past
concentrate on this moment
and nail that tiny task

robbed

i once had a dollar
that rode in my pocket
but the man with the collar
demanded i docket
the taxes i give
are never enough
i live in a sive
with a huff and a puff

tired

they say
parenting is the most rewarding job in the world
they lie
in truth, it is endlessly demanding
but at the end of the day
when everyone is sleeping
and still alive
parents can figure
they must have done something right

- bethanyanndavidson

guns and music

my bud
a soldier
bulk, heart
guns and steel
he's for real
with power to heal
drum sticks in hand
down with his band
peace be made
through heavy metal raid

reasoning

is it illogical to think
that after the Word of God
had made God known
the story had been written
the end
why the other writings
on par with the gospels
with nothing new to say
but commentary and opinion

Consider

I get a kick out of Joe Blow: up in arms against abortion, typing furiously whilst slicing his morning banana, sipping his coffee.  Coffee and bananas, the production of which violated all imaginable human rights – causing birth defects, miscarriages, depression and death.

Or those feminists: touting women’s rights over their bodies whilst applying makeup advertised by pro-anorexia big-wigs that profit on the backs of multitudes of enslaved females around the world.  Or the dude hollering about the economy, sporting his sweatshop-made attire from head to toe.  Or the fine couple in their vacant house, enraged that more is not being done for the poor. 

All these efforts are but vanity toward world change.  A vote is valuable, yes – this blood-bought freedom cannot be understated – but the daily life decisions of the citizens are what really affect transformation.

loving you

i'd die for you
do the dishes too
i'd swim the ocean
apply your lotion
i'd walk a thousand miles
sort the laundry piles
i'll give you a hug
fill your mug
kill that bug
'cause loving you
is what i want to do

is

flat

there are plenty of nuts
this side of town
shelter and friends abound
so why little squirrel
did you cross the road
for pavement is all you found

sight

drink right tonight:
don't fight,
keep your keys outta sight,
a'ight.

we rise to a warm fresh breeze

 

sun's shining and we're smilin'
'cause we know what's comin'
school bells are ringin'
but we're cuttin'
no teachers, desks, or detention
sun, smells, kisses and hugs
are today's education

dangerous material

three sad stories
'bout three sad blokes
all loved the soft trousers
the butt of many jokes
beaver tail was working with the heavy steel
his weiner on the table was given a raw deal
flamer warmed himself in his favorite attire
a wayward marshmallow lit his crotch afire
UPS man lived up to the adage
through rain, sleet or snow always brought that package

i can tell that we are gonna be friends

comma here
semi colon there
stick that question mark up your rear
i write what i want
grammar never stuck
baby i don't give a
!@#$

the line

days are shorter
and so much colder
the dreaded day is here
naked in front of the mirror
back to bum
the tan line's gone

water

we live here
in a materialistic society
walking a line
drunk with greed
we stumble and fall
all the while
the giver of life and good things
whispers and guides and provides
he doesn't force
he offers
but he's standing on water
surrounded by waves
it's scary and brilliant
and there's something he's got
that i need
but if i fall out there
i'll get wet
hell
better a little water
than a broken bone

failing

minions
relentlessly following a system
erecting glorious structures
isolating the family
and
judging the world without touching the world
all the time
holding truth
in an ill-lit room
bound to the law
missing the saviour

a tragic sin

a tragedy committed
against the church
against society at large
the picture of God
chopped up and numbered
segregated and subtitled at the will of men
now factions and fights and raptures and knights
a book read without order and sense
a simple history with a simple tense
freedom
held down; suppressed

giving

you give
and you give some more
then you wait
and they take
and they take some more
some days i feel like a whore
giving all i've got
to the whole damn lot
and i think to myself
what a wonderful world
ha! not.  more like....
heaven better be real
fuck me
it better be real!

right back at'cha

judging others is like a boomerang
it either
comes back and hits you in the face
or sails out and breaks their legs

happenings

stories
2, 3, 4 sides
listened to and put together
come out as one
absent of filler
organic if you will

happy

time has been good to me
i can't complain
nine years married baby
and things have changed
a stronger love
a few kids
and different kinds of happy
that make the future bright

i do what i want!

he's the king of the world
fantastic guy
struggles hard with some serious
shit
tries real hard
to please the masses
then
"fuck you"
he yells
as he passes

i'll punch you in the face

a punch in the face
is a dream
that every boy
must give
and
take

too much time has passed
since we all had such a blast
a campfire stoked with
jokes, tokes and blokes
fire's out
but i'm still laughing

law

the jew says to the gentile
"follow the law"
the gentile says to the jew
"no"
the jew says
"you'll be sorry"
the gentile says
"no skin off my penis"