I took out a piece of parchment to scribble down the things i wanted to ask you, hoping the angels would bring it to you.
I thought perhaps, should i ask why? Why you couldn't hold on to life a little longer because i still can't get over the fact that you are gone. Or maybe to ask if it is really you who appears in my dreams...or am i just overly hallucinating to the point of memory alteration.
I should ask what keeps you busy because you mentioned the first time we talked in my dreams that you couldn't visit sooner because you had been busy. I should ask why you can't appear in my dreams everynight. Like the night before my graduation when you came and we took pictures full of glorious technicolour and we were content.
I should also ask whether you noticed that i am blue, broken...i lost myself. That I am so afraid of loss that i feel the need to push the ones i love away. To ask whether you noticed that i keep to myself so that i do not burden those around me when i break down with the mere mention of "mum".
Or let me just ask for advice. I grew up accepting the concept of broken hearts because somehow humans decided that figuratively the heart is made of glass. But mine isn't. It's made if sand. I lost a grain or two over the years but now...i should ask for advice on how to mend my disseminated heart. For it is scattered into millions of grains.
And for some reason time seems to have gone to a stance. The saying that time heals all wounds seems vague to me now. For no matter how much time passes by, this wound isn't healing. Its hard to think about you, but its even harder not to.
So after contemplating all these questions, i took out my quil and wrote the one question i was desperate to ask you:

*mother, are you well?

Thousands of us were displaced
Started careers late
Not lucky enough to have had great jobs

So we work hard
Put ourselves through night school
While taking care of family

Finally ...
Yes, yeah,  whoopee
Did it !
Once again completed school

Another certificate added to the growing list of achievements.
More bills owed to uncle Sam

Going on numerous job interviews
No one's responding
Instead ...
All this knowledge stored in your head

Current jobs pays minimum wages
Those colleges attended; mounting

When you try to get ahead  -
They hold on to their employments
As if,
It's Rocket science

Looking for younger, greener admits

Once AARP comes a knocking on
Your door
You know they don't want your
Expertise anymore

What's one to do
Still strong, healthy, seasoned
Educated, no strings to boot

Hopelessly stuck in a world of
"We will call you "

So at the tender age of fifty
Thoughts of starting your own business floats in your head

Right
Now, back to school
For another certificate
A chance to use that knowledge
Put bread on the table
Feel useful

Quality of life renewed.

JRap /2016

With lifeless eyes he forms the south side hand sign
Represent his neighborhood is all he know
No remorse for his actions banging on the other side
He got his dope in his pocket and his pistol in his waistband
He pulled his pistol aimed and fired shots with his left hand
Hot steel spiraled out the barrel of the gun
Empty shells and bodies hit the pavement
Elevating the crime rate he celebrates with his homies back on the south side
Lines of ******* being snorted off the stomachs of *****
With bloodshot eyes they scream south side
North siders come through gunning automatic weapons being fired
Screams of ****** echo through the night
Unable to return fire south siders lay dying
With lifeless eyes they form the south side hand sign

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Anger the ******* child of Hatred despised and rejected stands before his father and ask
"What do me and my mother mean to you?"
With glowing red eyes Hatred answers
"I care nothing for you or your mother Lust.  Lust your mother is nothing more than a **** who I had *** with."
Looking Hatred in his fiery red eyes Anger says
"For someone who lurk in the shadows you hurl a lot of insults."
Stepping closer to Anger, Hatred responds with another insult
"Your mother is a **** plain and simple.  How can you not know and who are you to question me?"
With a bold voice Anger says
"My mother is not a **** and I am your son."
With an evil smile Hatred says
"Her name tells you what she is.  Don't blame me for the life you was dealt.  If you're looking for Love you'll find her with the rest of the virtues in Tranquility.  Why can't you be more like your sister Cruelty?  Truly you are a waste of *****."
Turning his back to Hatred, Anger responds by saying
"These are my last words to you.  You're a pillar of salt.  No one wants to be around you."
As Anger walked into the night he heard Hatred say
"Like father like son."

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I spent time waiting
No one seems to see me grow
You are not prepared

Welcome to the city of ****** no need to know my name I'll be your tour guide.
Follow me as we stroll down ******* Boulevard where they live life so care free ***, drugs, ******, the daily routine.
Make a sharp left on SlutVille Road where prostitutes salute the almighty dollar.  Another hard left now we're on Addict Street where addicts get high to mask their pain. This city only has left turns, no right turns, no hope insight but anyway let's pay a visit to the ****** of ******.  Corrupt politicians, slimy city officials making profits off the plight of the people.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil the bride stands before her groom and a vile host of wedding guests.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it.  Baffled and amazed that Lust the biggest **** ever was about to be wed to Greed everyone watched with anticipation as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.  The Words that flowed from the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords.  "Disgustingly wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forced to behold the joining of this devil and **** in unholy matrimony.  This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will you have Greed to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you obey him, lay with him, and fulfill his ****** desires as long as you both shall live?"  With the flames of hell burning in eyes Lust answers "I will."  "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you live?"  With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkles like gold, Greed answers "I will."  By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss."  As Greed and Lust's lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatched the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color" said Envy.  Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprised to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to take flight the great Owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this party started" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony.  My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love.  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

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