here it was.. always here.. time has made sweet love to it..
this temple has been alone with time for so many years..
and now i have found it..

in its halls time echos its song.. the cracks and the weathering are the lyrics time wrote on these walls.. they speak and sing of many songs written to times touch..

time used instruments of the wind as the flow of the music that gave this song its tempo.. time also used the drumbeats of rain to keep a steady beat to times song..

time then used the earth to write the lyrics on the walls of this temple.. lyrics that are still being written today.. and finally time used the melody of the sun to shine bright and show that time can still write music..

oh great temple, lost to the world, i see that u do not want to leave time.. i will leave u to her.. never will i utter a word of your existence..

carnal scattering of
root and banished leaf,

merely human, the day
spreads maple leaves
like dark gusts of wind.

Last night,
I told Jupiter
to sell me one of her
many moons.
Well, you can't have
Callisto.
How about Europa?
No.
Then can Amalthea
become my own?
There was silence
in waiting
for
what
I'd expect.
it's been quite
a while
actually,
a good many months
until I remembered
that small dot of silver
hung up in my room.
just where it
belonged
I found myself too.
I spoke with Jupiter
for an hour tonight
She asked "How is Thea?"
I said,
"She's doing all right."
How good of her
to want to know.
My moon is my anchor
and I love her so.

Evil Levi - The main character in the story.  Evil Levi was born into a cult named Sinister.  His parents gave him to the cult to so he could be the vessle for the spirit Cruelty.

Sinister - The name of the cult that Evil Levi was born into.  The goal of Sinister is to engulf the planet in Hatred.

Spectrum - The name of the planet where the story takes place.

Harriet - The mother of Evil Levi.

Liberty - The name of the city where the story takes place.

Iniquity - The name of the compound where the members of Sinister Live.

Priest - The father of Evil Levi.  Priest is the high priest of the cult Sinister.

The Book of Sins - The holy book for the cult Sinister.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum.

i.

Like a dozen saint's
Echoing in ethereal song;
The ringing of her voice
Awaketh me in the dawn.

                                             ii.

                                             By midday, her company bringeth calm
                                             Her tranquility is serenity;
                                             She's the thirst of mine tongue.

iii.

The church in the sun
Unrevealed to humanoid tradition's;
The periapt glued to mine synapse
O' how the firmament is glorified by her winged extension's.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-filipino rose
©Lonesome Poet's Poetry

I find a small lonely sun that illuminates only one Planet. I ride my Lightcycle to this planet and find that it has no life whatsoever. The skies are as yellow as the sunflowers back at home. I ride through the strange purple sands of this dead lonely planet. My lightcycle star shell fills in with purples and yellows. There are no kind of mountains or structures. Just endless purple sands. No winds sing on this planet. Its like a planetary purple canvas made of endless sad sand.

And then from the yellow and purple horizon I see the most beautiful blue I have ever seen. A sort of blue that almost seems to emit life itself. A strange machine flies on by! Leaving behind a life stream of endless blue. The yellow sky begins to almost melt away into the blue. My Lightcycle fills back in with the blues of my thoughts. The machine then flies in an amazing circular pattern creating a monstrous hurricane that covers half of the planet. I then ride alongside this machine that is known as a Lancer! I have never seen one! The Lancer senses me near and begins to speed away. I try and keep up as we leave the Planet but the Lancer is by far to fast for me! As I turn back around and look to the dead planet I see that the Lancer has left behind the most beautiful blue filled Planet.  I travel back to its surface as the genesis of life begins again!

blue flash..
blue sun bolts of the sky..
the lightning feels me cry..

teardrops fall..
from storms of my emotions..
lightning fills this sky like an electric ocean..

lightning has made me forget the stars..
dancing and chasing..
endless blue blazing..

I mount this magnificent machine made of star glass and light..
The 2 wheels are made of shadow skin and glow alloy..
The machine is call a Lightcycle.  
Powered by an emotion engine that the rider gives power to with thought and soul.
The magic begins when the rider mounts it an the star glass shell fills in with the rider's imagination.
I mount my Lightcycle and endless blues and lightning fill in the star shell.
The emotion engine turns and I am catapulted to the stars..
Its then the lightning bird spreads its wings as I then reach speeds beyond light and darkness..
I wind up on the outer rims of the 17th galaxy Heaven's reach..

On this island in the sky..
Above all of the stars..
I sing a song to the moons that glow..
A song about what might be below..

The sky islands are home..
Always have been..
They say that there is nothing below..
But I believe there is truly something there I hope.

That is until one night a beam of light shined..
It pointed from down under..
Toward our sky islands above..
They looked to us with wonder..

Some of us were amazed.
While some of us were scared..
Is this something good or something bad..
Perhaps there is a reason we never knew of the people below our sky land..

How can they say America is united?
When in truth she is divided into so
many sides so many lines drawn into the sand
Rich vs poor
Republican vs Democrate
White vs black
What ever happened to the American dream?
But then again America was built on division.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I have been dreaming about small unnamed towns yet again.
I walk along the nameless streets and unnumbered homes.
I hear phantoms singing through all of the open windows in every house I walk by..
Some songs are happy, some are sad, but through and through I find they are singing to me..
Singing to a stranger walking by..
To draw out the kind wild one..
And perhaps invite him in..
The skies are purple and sometimes blue.
As I walk on out of town and into the countryside I cross a bridge standing over two rivers..
The rivers are side by side..
One has sky blue water while the other has emerald green..
Night slowly puts the day to rest..
The silver moon rides high and full pouring on its haunting glow to the rivers below.
I then see shadow children jumping into the waters and playing under the moonlight..
Both rivers seem to sparkle with delight...
A beautiful serenity begins to warm my soul.