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05/08/2026

BODEGA BADDIE

“A Queen walks, Bronx attitude.”

She step out the bodega like the whole block froze,
Sunlight hit her curves, city wind through her clothes.
Takis on the shelf, yellow cab by the light,
But she the real headline on that corner tonight.

Gold hoops swinging while the avenue stare,
Pretty with pressure, confidence in the air.
From the deli to the subway, every heartbeat know,
A bodega baddie got the whole city moving slow.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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05/07/2026

REMEMBER THE FALLEN

The engines rumble down the line,
For fallen brothers lost to time.
Their colors fly, their memory stays,
Still ridin’ with us through endless days.

We raise our glasses, we sound the pipe,
For warriors who lived that biker life.
Though Heaven called them on that ride,
Their spirit still runs right by our side.

Gone but never forgotten, forever they remain,
In every mile we ride through sunshine or rain.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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05/05/2026

GUIDED HOME

“From His grace I came, to His light I return”

In the silence between the stars I stand,
Reaching out with a trembling hand,
A fire-lit heart no longer my own,
For I’ve felt a love the world’s never known.

It beats with a rhythm not born of me,
But echoes a truth that has set me free,
Forged in mercy, refined in grace,
Carried by faith through time and space.

My heart belongs to Jesus Christ,
Bought with love, redeemed by sacrifice,
And now I release what He made whole,
Entrusting Heaven to guide my soul.

A guardian waits in radiant light,
Wings aglow in the endless night,
She takes this heart with gentle hands,
A promise fulfilled by divine commands.

No fear remains in what may come,
For I know where this road leads me from,
Through every trial, through every scar,
I’ve never once walked alone this far.

And when that day finally calls my name,
Through shadow’s edge or heaven’s flame,
I’ll rise beyond what I’ve been through,
Guided home by what I always knew.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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“He held my heart long before I let it go”

04/29/2026

LESSONS IN LIFE

“The smoke don’t lie, it just shows what survives”

I sit where the silence is louder than pride,
With scars in my story I no longer hide,
Each line on my face, every crease in my skin,
A ledger of battles I fought from within.

The glass never judges, it just lets it pour,
Reminds me of nights I ain’t livin’ no more,
Where loyalty’s tested and truth gets exposed,
And snakes show their colors when pressure is closed.

This smoke from the cigar, it drifts like my past,
Some lessons come slow, others hit you real fast,
You learn who was solid, who folded, who lied,
Who stood in the storm and who ran when it cried.

A man ain’t defined by the wealth that he stacks,
But how he stands tall when the world turns its back,
By choices he makes when nobody can see,
And owning the weight of who he chose to be.

I learned every loss got a lesson attached,
Every bridge that I burned or I never looked back,
Some roads lead to peace, others paved out of pain,
But both build the man when there’s something to gain.

So I sit in the dim where the real ones reside,
With wisdom earned hard and my past at my side,
No need for approval, no need for disguise,
Just truth in my soul… and the look in my eyes.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
All rights reserved

“Pressure reveals what the mask tries to hide.”

04/29/2026

LEGACY IN THE LEATHER

“Passed through blood, through road, through time, this life we live is more than mine.”

From fathers before me who twisted the throttle,
Through dust on the road and a shared whiskey bottle,
They carved out a path that was steady and true,
A code that was lived, not just something you knew.

It wasn’t in words, it was shown in the ride,
In standing on business, in never to hide,
In patches worn heavy with honor and pride,
In brothers beside you, not walking but tied.

Through miles of asphalt and stories untold,
Through hands that once guided now weathered and old,
They passed down a fire that don’t ever fade,
A bond that no distance or time ever frayed.

From father to son, through the bloodline it flows,
In silence, in strength, in the way that man grows,
Not taught in a moment, but earned in the years,
Through sacrifice, loyalty, sweat, and through tears.

It’s more than a ride, it’s a life that we live,
A code that you carry, a word that you give,
A legacy built not in talk but in deed,
In showing up always when brothers are in need.

So when my time comes and I pass down the flame,
They won’t just remember, they’ll carry the name,
Through leather and miles and the life that we chose,
The legacy lives in the road that we rose.

“Dedicated to the fathers and sons who share the patch”

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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“WE STAND ON BUSINESS.”

04/28/2026

STAND ON BUSINESS

“They counted me out, now killed their doubt”

Whoever bet on my downfall, will lose his money and his time too,
I was forged in the fire, made solid, tried and true,
They watched from the shadows, hoping I’d fade away,
But pressure built a king they could never betray.

I carried my weight when the nights turned cold,
When loyalty cracked and the truth got told,
I stood ten toes when the ground gave in,
Turned every loss into fuel within.

No shortcuts taken, no favors owed,
Just scars that mapped out the path I chose,
While doubt spoke loud, I stayed on track,
Built from the dirt, I don’t look back.

They wagered against me, thinking I’d fall apart,
But they never measured the strength of my heart,
Now every move I make proves them wrong,
I turned their doubt to make me strong.

So let them talk, let them place their bets,
I’m cashing in while they sit with regrets,
Time don’t wait and neither do I,
I rise every time they expect me to die.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
All rights reserved

“We don’t fold, when the world gets cold”

04/28/2026

STEEL THERAPY

“Two wheels, one soul, where I lose control to feel whole.”

I ride through silence where the noise can’t stay,
Chasing every shadow that won’t fade away,
The throttle speaks truths I don’t say out loud,
In a world full of faces, still lost in the crowd.

The wind hits my chest like it knows my pain,
Washing every scar like a steady rain,
No judge, no jury, just road and sky,
Where a broken man learns how not to die.

It’s not just chrome, it’s a piece of me,
Every mile I ride sets my spirit free,
From demons that linger when nights get cold,
To memories heavy that never grow old.

I ride for the peace I can’t seem to find,
For the war that lives deep inside my mind,
For the only thing left that still feels real,
When everything else tries to break my will.

If I fade one day and my name is gone,
Let it echo in engines still rolling on,
In the sound of pipes through the midnight air,
A piece of my soul will be riding there.

Because out on that road I finally feel whole,
Not just a man, but a restless soul,
Held together by throttle, steel, and control,
Two wheels beneath me, keeping me whole.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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“Ride hard, stay free, let the road remember me.”

04/28/2026

SEEN IN THE LOWEST PLACE

“Where mercy meets you face to face, grace rewrites your darkest place.”

Most don’t break in a single fall,
It’s quiet steps, a slow withdraw,
A drifting heart, a fading flame,
Till one day life don’t feel the same.

You wake up where you swore you’d never be,
A stranger staring back where you should see me,
No strength to run, no will to hide,
Just truth exposed with wounded pride.

And that’s where He steps in the rain,
Not counting loss, not naming pain,
No list of wrongs, no voice of shame,
He calls you gently by your name.

No polished version, cleaned and right,
No filtered soul in borrowed light,
He comes for you, the one you dread,
The broken thoughts inside your head.

There’s something raw in being known,
With every fault and every stone,
No mask to wear, no place to flee,
Just who you are laid bare to see.

But in that moment, something shifts,
Not judgment falling down in drifts,
But hands that reach, that touch, that stay,
And lift your shattered worth from clay.

He meets you there, not pulls away,
Not after change, but in decay,
The place you thought would end your worth,
Becomes the ground of second birth.

So in the dark, where hope feels thin,
Remember where He steps within,
Not to condemn, not to erase,
But meet your soul in that low place.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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“Grace doesn’t wait for better days, it finds you in your broken ways.”

04/27/2026

FINGER IN THE DUST

“Grace stepped down, where judgment once stood”

They dragged her through the crowd in shame,
With eyes of fire and hearts of blame,
Stones in hand, their verdict near,
Not one among them chose to hear.

The law they used like sharpened steel,
Not for truth, but how they feel,
A trap disguised in righteous tone,
To cast her down and claim the throne.

But in that moment, still and just,
He bent His knee into the dust,
No shout, no rise, no hurried plea,
Just quiet strength in humility.

His finger traced what none could see,
Not words, but deep eternity,
For what He wrote was not the key,
It was His stance that set her free.

While others stood to cast their stone,
He stood apart, yet not alone,
He saw her sin, He saw her pain,
But would not let them bind her chain.

“Let he who’s clean,” His voice rang true,
“Be first to judge, if that is you,”
And one by one, their silence spoke,
Conviction hit, their pride then broke.

The stones fell down, the crowd grew thin,
No more to hide behind their sin,
Until just two were left to stand,
The Savior, and the trembling hand.

No condemnation filled His gaze,
No fire of wrath, no endless blaze,
Just truth and grace in perfect line,
A mercy only God defines.

“Go now,” He said, “but leave this way,
Don’t turn again to yesterday,”
Not blind to sin, nor turning sight,
But calling her to walk in light.

For grace is not a blind excuse,
Nor sin a thing He would reduce,
He bore the weight we could not hold,
A love so fierce, a cost untold.

Those hands that traced the earth that day,
Would soon be pierced to make a way,
The dust He knelt within so low,
Would feel the blood He chose to flow.

He did not come to stand above,
But kneel within our broken love,
To take the place we could not face,
And trade our guilt for endless grace.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
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“He knelt in dust so we could rise in grace”

04/24/2026

WHEN I’VE EARNED MY WINGS

“I’ll rise and disperse through the vast universe.”

I stand where the ocean is kissing the sky,
With fire in clouds and truth in my eye,
The weight of my past, yeah I carried that pain,
But I stood through the storm, I endured through the rain.

The sun cuts through like a voice from above,
Reminding my soul there’s mercy in love,
Through battles and scars, through the worst I rehearsed,
I held onto faith when it all felt cursed.

When I’ve earned my wings and the angel sings,
I won’t be bound by these earthly things,
No chains on my soul, no past to reverse,
Just light in my path as I leave this earth.

The halo ain’t given, it’s paid for in scars,
In nights full of battles and talks with the stars,
Every wrong turn, every lesson and sting,
Built the man I became through everything.

So I walk this road with my head held high,
With truth in my heart and no need to lie,
And when that last breath finally disperse,
I’ll rise to the heavens and merge with the universe.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
All rights reserved

04/24/2026

KNOW THE DIFFERENCE

“Not every ride carries weight, not every road builds fate.”

You’ll hear it early, somewhere down the line,
“We ride the same, just without the time…
No dues, no rules, no weight to carry,”
Sounds good on the surface, light and airy.

But no… that truth don’t ride that way,
There’s a price some pay that others won’t pay,
Not money alone, but time and skin,
A code you live, not just fit in.

Riding with friends, that’s freedom and ease,
Kickstands up when you want, do as you please,
No calls to answer, no weight on your name,
No standard to hold, no patch to claim.

But a club ain’t casual, it don’t bend or sway,
It’s showing up tired at the end of the day,
It’s miles when you’re drained, still gripping the bars,
It’s loyalty tested beneath the stars.

It’s structure, order, knowing your role,
A brotherhood built from body and soul,
A standard you carry in all that you do,
Not just when it’s easy or convenient for you.

It’s more than the ride, more than the steel,
It’s purpose, it’s history, it’s something real,
Every mile you ride, every place you stand,
You represent more than just one man.

From the outside glance, it may look the same,
Same bikes, same roads, same wind, same game,
But depth ain’t seen in a passing view,
What’s worn on the chest runs deeper than you.

So don’t throw judgment from stories you’ve heard,
Or label it quick with a careless word,
Every chapter, every man stands their ground,
Some move in silence, not needing a sound.

Respect what it is, don’t twist the line,
Ride your way, just don’t redefine,
Because not every road that riders choose…
Carries the weight that others refuse.

~ Written by Jimmy “GUNZ” Davidson ~
Poet & Author
© The Dead Poet Publishing
All rights reserved

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