"Family Values/Gone with the Wind" 

Family values have blown away with the wind.

Negative messages are just what we send.

The traditional family has become a sad joke

and a parental unit is made for fun to poke.

Children are becoming the aggressive leaders

of our homes and local shops

They've climbed up on pedestals and taken control

yet no one is putting it to a stop.

The respect for authority and elders too

has diminished, it's fading away.

Will we ever return to a life of charm?

What happened to the "good ol' days"?

When friendliness counted and manners were taught

rudeness and filth were something we fought.

Those were the days when families cared

and of our teens we weren't scared.

Today they get away with murder

because discipline we do not give

for they would scream out "Child Abuse!"

So how are we supposed to live?

We need to get back to our churches.

We need to get back to the book.

We need to start caring again for one another.

We need to take a good long look.

Everything's going to pot out there.

The world is getting more crazy.

A lot of people are losing control of their lives

and I think it's because we're being lazy.

We're letting these new generations get off.

They don't have to pay for one thing.

We haven't given them the chance to grow

so when life calls them what will they bring?

Televisions aren't babysitters

and they are definitely not good mentors.

That's where kids learn to disrespect.

That's where they learn to start wars.

Let's go back to the good days

when the families stuck together.

Everyone sat down to Sunday dinners

and we lived happily on

forever.

"Teenage Pregnancy" Prevention is the only cure.

Kids having kids, that’s the problem.

Tell them it's nice to keep themselves "pure".

So, before they go out and get themselves “caught”

Birth control is what teens should be taught….

(abstinence!!!)

Ignorance doesn’t pay off in the end.

A negative message is what you will send.

If you do not talk to someone you care for,

Lives could change. Be the same no more.

If you don’t want to be called “Mom” or “Dad”

Before you finish high school,

Admit that teenage pregancy’s a bummer and

It definitely isn’t “cool”.

If you can’t talk to your parents

There’s gotta be an adult you can trust.

Talk to them about your situation

Or, tell your partner, “Sex isn’t a MUST”.

Please, think about the outcome

and the situation at hand.

To get a girl pregnant isn’t hard

And it won’t turn you into a MAN.

Pregnancy creates life.

Life is a precious gift.

That little life is a person.

Let them down….they‘ll be miffed!

They’ll have to grow up with you as their role model

Someone to look up to.

Will they be proud of their parents?

Will they admire you?

You’ll have to buy them their clothing

And you’ll be buying them dorky, cheap shoes.

They’ll be picked on by others.

It will be your fault because

all that you had to say to your partner was,

“No.  I’m not ready for that kind of a commitment.

If you love me, you’ll understand.”

(c) Kimbo Daniel 

"Miss Sassy Superb"

 (shown on left, $275 no longer for sale)

©  Kimberly "Kimbo" Daniel

We saw your trash on the curb, Miss Sassy Superb.

It remained there for quite a long while. 

You may think we're all talking Just carrying on & gawkin'

But the last thing we wanna do Is smile.

What us folks truly feel is a sadness inside

‘Cause you know - We've had our share too. 

This isn't the first case And won't be the last.

Even total strangers Care ‘bout you.

Take your mess to the curb. Miss "Livin' in the ‘Burb

and driving an S.U.V." This is not a fairy tale.

Play with trash, you're gonna smell. Life's not perfect like T.V.

Get a grip on "real" life, honey. This isn't Hollywood.

Do what's right and kind and just.Find your strength. Do GOOD.

 Stop living in a fantasy, Though it's okay to dream.

This place is nicer than ya' think. Not bad as it may seem.

Don't live in shame, Mrs. What's Her Name.

Let it go. Move on. 

Tomorrow's brand new. You can start afresh.

With open arms Greet dawn.

Above left: Miss Sassy Superb under construction   Above Middle: Oscar the Reincarnated Vacuum NFS   Above Right: The Fisherman NFS

Above Close Up: "Painted Pony" NFS

 “Painted Pony”

© Kimbo Daniel 2009

 Native my language and foreign your tongue

Upon a trail of tears my history was sung.

Broken from tradition and forced into change

The blending of cultures, which some thought “strange”.

I once painted my pony as the sun paints the sky.

We’d travel the canyons. Climb mountains so high.

Where the eagle was honored and holding esteem,

Rivers running wild and huge lakes with fish teem

Herds of great animals kept us well fed.

Through the stars we told stories and gazed overhead.

Our children were healthy because the system worked well

Then you came along…. and sent us to hell.

But don’t think I’m angry or bitter or pained

For it’s all of our blood on this land that’s been stained

Much that a war and a rivalry shed

One nation under God…..until we’re all dead.