Unaccounted For: With One Lost Link There Can Be No Chain of Command!

By Francisco Maurice Davis

Truth exist through atoms and molecules. The air we breath has truth. Good or bad, innocence starts at birth. Then eventually disintegrates through time and training. Creating fear of truth. Allowing falsification of right to become the main source of security. Lets vacuum the smog from your atmosphere. Loosening the tight grip of pollution from around your throat. So you can breath deep and see clear. With no fear.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Dec 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781483494180

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DAVIS

Copyright © 2018 Francisco Maurice Davis.

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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

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Lulu Publishing Services rev. date:  11/30/2018

Introduction    Before Introduced

What kind of man am I

Where I have to sit stare and pry

Into someone else’s environment

Living an deniable fact that she’s taken

Or I’m mistaken.

I feel as clear as a Windex wiped window.

She could probably see right through me

Tell me about me

Before I could introduce me

Shrug her shoulders

For as of now

I’m as insignificant as broken glass

Thinly dressed across risen grass

That is until a bare feet country child

Tries to prowl

Into my field only to scream out loud

I feel like I’m out of my class

My peers don’t swoon

Just girl come up to my room

And I’ll tap that

For me that’s the past

I’m looking for something more

Someone to open the door for

Someone who I can adore

She can lay on my chest

As we rest

While watching T.V.

Or we can have pillow fights

To silent nights

So close that she could tickle me

Look at me

Fantasizing about what could be

So deep into my dream

That once returned to reality

I find she’s missing.

She disappeared; but she was right there

Holding her glass

Looking so beautiful,

showing her pretty white teeth

With her laugh

I’m out of here

There’s nothing to see hear

I’m disappointed in my self

Fearing to dream and now dreaming to fear

Lost my chance of possibly getting somewhere

Well while walking through the doors

Still puzzled by my procrastinating ways

I hear a faint voice in the distance

Calling out Hay, hay.

The more I started to feel

That this call is not for me

The repeated expression

Gets louder and louder

Until I turn around to see

Its her,

I cant speak

I can only smile

I’m at awe and wow

Like the biggest chocolate bunny

Versus the sweetest little child

The beating of my heart

Blended with the drums in my ear

So some of the words she spoke

I really didn’t hear

But didn’t care

Just smiled and stared

Until my conscious kicked out

The phrase Can I have your number

Neglecting her question

Did she just ask me for directions

I’m not from here

None the less

She provided me with

The combination to her mind

Attached to a ringing alarm

I just have to choose the right time.

You see

I have no script

I have no game

I’m no pimp

I guess I’m lame

I have no mask

Its just me

What I feel

A woman should see.

Family Ethics

Families; Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers, Nieces, Nephews, Aunties, Uncle’s and Grand’s

There is a situation at hand

A high demand for no tolerance

For ignorance or incompetence

The urgency is past due; our children are retaining information that does not, has not

And will not profit their existence

The fact of censorship has taken a sadistic twist

As if someone created a list

Of what to say to eliminate common sense

And we as overseers

Are to feel our backs indented against the fence

Humbling in our own influence

We are suppose to enforce the power

We have to build a stronger family tree

Not accept failure or contentment

Through a mental disability

Told as a parent to leave your child alone

Its not their fault, it’s the fault of an x chromosome