Viva Las Vegas Baby -

Las Vegas, what a hedonistic waste of us,
Humanity at its worst, the city must be cursed.
Sin City, desolate hot wasteland of no integrity, mercy, or pity.
Strike it rich, lucky seven, put it all on red, big jackpot,
With hard earned paychecks fortures are sought, but never bought.

Sex, drugs, alcohol, gambling,
Degradation, desperation, dangerous, hustling and bustling.
Loud music and bright lights try to mask the reality,
That underneath it all is a bad element of human mentality.

Is this what would become of society if given the option ?
Sacrifice it all and sell your morals at the auction.
Ethics only exist inside the casinos bank vaults,
Risk everything and go crazy because in Vegas Baby there are no faults.

People voluntarily fly into the middle of the playground, hells desert,
Ignoring the heat wave as their sensory overload hides the dehydration alert.
Hard core addictions, religious predictions, in this case just might be true ?
Just think if no electricity or water, Sodom and Gomorrah's caos would surely ensue.

D. Matthew Beebe

4th of July -

I like my freedom,
The red, white, and blue.
Our countries kingdom,
Held by me, and held by you.

America the beautiful, the US of A,
Americans we are, we make the world of today.
Together as a nation, accomplish anything yes we can,
Respect our way of life, our homeland and countryman.

We are strong united as a nation,
Standing together side by side.
Believe in yourself and our countries creation,
Strong against time and tide.

Our independence is symbolized by fireworks bursting in the air,
Taste and smell of sulfur, patriotism is everywhere.
Star spangled blast waves, echo through the night sky,
Fly the banner everyday, fly the flag up high.

Happy Birthday America !

D. Matthew Beebe

Make Hay While The Sun Shines -

Make hay, while the summer sun shines,
Muscles get sore, bones are gonna grind.
Sunny, hot as hell, dusty and itchy too,
Gotta get r' done, gotta work through.

It takes a few days, if the weather doesnt fight,
To make the hay, to get it just right.
Cut, ted, bale, pickup the field,
Get it In the barn, then count your yield.

Hurry up, cant wait, its gonna rain,
Bust ass, otherwise, its all in vain.
Dont wanna mess it up, after all, at longlast,
The weather channel is not, the farmers forecast.

The sunsets in the field, but your not done,
Keep worken deep into the night, thats when it starts get n' fun,
Headlights, shadows, silohouettes, coyotos, and screach owls,
Truck and trailer, loud shouts, stop and go, swear words, lots of vowels.

When your all through, and you are done,
You worked hard together, making it family fun.
Some might not think so, but think back they will,
What a special time it was, memories it does fill.

Build character is does, mental and physical strength,
Im proud of my family, to no end, at long length.
I hope when Im old, and they tend to the fields,
They remember the old times, the next generation, the new yields.

D. Matthew Beebe

August Full Moon -

The galactic solstice, with the eastern horizon full moonrise illumination,
Shines very brightly tonight, over this great bountiful frontier nation.
Another lifes quarter has gone by, seams to me like reason for celebration,
Bonfires are in order, glowing embers float and fly up, to the stellar heavens creation.

Nightime starry skies, sparks brighten, as they create a burning illuminescence,
The seasons cry, with every upward spiralling luminous spirit incandescense.
Thoughts of those that have traveled like comets already, towards the almighty presence,
When they get there, they will certainly know, as they are welcomed without hesistance.

For those of us left down here on Earth, with our worldly ambitions and asperations,
Time we have, to make time to reflect and understand, and concentrate upon our lifes devotions.
Family, friends, neighbors, people we know and care about, all of our loved ones,
Life offers us chances, to make it not anti-matter, with a big-bang cosmic impact, before we are done.

As the seasons go by, with gravitational pull, the galactic solstices mark the way,
Want it or not, they dont stop, the starry keepers of time, tomorrow, yesterday, and today.
They remind us all, with their stellar clock, of our limited lifespand, with which there is no resistance,
That our galaxy, like us all, must go supernova, a temporary magical biosphere of stardust existance.

D. Matthew Beebe