Beyond the walls of sandbars and streams
waves break into silent white foams
often I've crossed them in my dreams
beckoned by the distantly looming haze.

The sky goads me to traverse the stretch
clouds hinder to ask what if rises the tide
the sea is all around in deadly embrace
her monstrous curls in hunger bared wide.

Climb the sandbars and reach her remoteness
calls the wind of the sizzling September
days as this would be gone in haste
shelled in memories to be ever remembered.

I slip into the lagoon in a drunken trance
the ripples break into a victorious song
the sea she breaks into a joyous dance
the time is here and the tides won't be long.

Pleasures
                 Come not
                                   From
                                            How well  
                                                            Life’s work you do
That is but life’s plight


Pleasures
                 Only come
                                    From
                                             How well  
                                                             Life works for you
That is life’s delight
WIZDUMBs BY JA 712

The silence of flowers
- their beauty;
language of colour
and form.
Beautiful scent
to a Bee
- foraging
- bumbling along
on a breeze.

Where even the shadows are beautiful
a peaceful heart holds the eternal secret of life.

Aggravating, but without intention
Because
Insecurities are my mind's
Greatest invention.
Alluded to harshly
In regard to "pretention."
L**onely but loved, despite the contention.

She sat beside me and turned to me
Said there should be one day
A place for thee
House full of secrets and lovely books
Wine spread all around
Might have an artsy looks
I listened quietly, hung on each her word
Sparks came to my eyes
"I wish I knew it would,"

I leaned on my back
And went on myself -
Where I would sing every night
To my beloved old man
To make him sigh
For how long and touching
Was our life
In the meantime split into both
But then once a lifetime
United though

Wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood Hatred sits upon his throne of thorns and thinks on ******* Love.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I just love how people lie on you just to throw mud on your name.

I would like to say that I am not selfish
but I would be wrong
I think we are all born this way
and before you disagree with me
Think about it....
We are all constantly in the
Pursuit of Happiness
We want to escape from whatever
is making us unhappy or suffering
No one wants to be miserable (all the time)
There are lots of ways to do this
There are many choices out there
Even when you are thinking of others
It is of some benefit to you
because making others happy
Makes yourself happy
This is just the way I see it
I know some will disagree and that is okay
It doesn't make us bad people
To want to be happy
It just makes us human