You didn’t tell me about farewell.
I had no idea
how much I could miss you
until missing you
was the only thing
I could do.

The she-devil that rides my soul
Her putrid breath stinging my nostrils
Her decaying teeth gnawing my flesh
Her ragged nails clawing at my heart
ripping my life to shreds.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

The ******* child of Hatred
despised and rejected
Breastfed flames of destruction from the
breast of Lust
Wrapped in the darkness of Cruelty
wearing the blindfold of Ignorance.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

i.

Once was lost
Now am found;
She unearthed me
She birthed me
In amour's
Shroud;

ii.

Once was blind
Though now I seeith;
She made me her own
Into her abode,
Mine soul she freeith.

iii.

Once was deaf
With nothing left;
Though I prayed
And beseeched,
For the Lord's
Dear best.

iv.

Once was dead
Though now
Alive; tis I
Foundeth heaven,
In queen Jane's eye's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication-filipino rose

So much hurting, so much struggling here on the earth.
Wishing that I was like Paul or Peter healing by touch.
I know that each of Christ people have this gift of healing.
But in today's time it is not the same I mean by touch.
Yes we have the power through pray and words to heal others.
But to actually see them healed just by touching them.
As the bible spoke about the handkerchief healing many.
Now this would be a amazing gift to heal all whom touch you.
It would be a blessing to be able to heal others by touch.
Cancer would be a death trap of the past if I had this gift.
To walk into a hospital and heal all for free just need to see.
That they had the same faith as they did in the past.

She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleeves in her hands,
Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen,
And the sting of the blade is no match for the pain
Of the loneliness she's going through,
But we've all been there too.

Praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars

You can still see the mark on his hand where there once was a ring
He watched decades of history dissolve when she wanted to leave
And the hole that it left there inside of his chest
Is a canyon a thousand miles deep
We all know how that feels.

So praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars

There once was a King who so burdened with grief
Walked into death so that we could find peace
He rose up with scars on his hands and his feet
By them we are healed, by them we are healed.

So praise God we don't have to hide scars
Yeah we know His are covering ours

Praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds and they soften our hearts
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God
Oh His are covering ours
So Praise God we don't have to hide scars.

I'm working on a story named Our Father.
It's about a single father who is a pastor of an evangelical church.  The single father has two daughters and his wife is dead.
He is molesting his two daughters is this a topic I shouldn't write about?

Stopping at the corner of Corrupt Avenue and ******* Boulvard on the arc of the hill.
The red car let out a young woman with skin a dark brown hue.  Who look like life had hit her with everything including the bathroom commode.  "Thank you for the inks and the ride" said the dark brown woman as she got out of the red car.  "Red and green looks good on your skin.  Can we keep doing *** for tattoos?" said the driver of the car.  Taking a peek under the shades she was wearing the dark brown woman said "Sure baby."  "I'll be seeing you Abby" said the man driving the red car.  "Yes you will" said Abby.  Turning her back to the man driving the red car Abby walked up the long stairs that led to a four storey brick building.  As she walked up the stairs she got all type of stares from the people leaving the building.  Making her way through the big glass doors Abby noticed an odor.  The smell was the smell of Marijuanna.  She followed the odor to the office of Willie Dun.  As Abby entered Willie's office she saw him sitting on his desk with a blunt in his left hand and a liquor bottle in his right hand.  "Willie Dun I should have known" said Abby as she walked in his office.  "Abby, baby what took you so long?" asked Willie Dun as he put the blunt to his mouth.  Taking the liquor bottle out of Willie's hand and putting it to her lips Abby took two sips.  As Abby took off her white shirt she puts the bottle back to her lips taking one last sip.  "I was getting tattoos.  What do you think?" asked Abby.  "Nice art work.  The reason I called you here is because I want you to help me with my campaign.  I'm running for Governor.  You have a lot of pull in the streets.  Are you still a resident of ***** Alley?" said Willie Dun.  "Yes but I'll only sign my name on your campaign trail if you help me move out of ***** Alley" said Abby.  "Ok Abby where would you like to move to?" asked Willie as he took the liquor bottle out of Abby's hand.  "East Ectasy Street" answered Abby.  "I can make that happened.  With you on my team I'll have the average Joe's votes for sure" said Willie Dun.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

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

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 Lust 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 respond 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

When the
poets’ soul
wears-off
its bones and flesh
At most,
by only then
the poets’ poetry
becomes priceless


11/10/2015
Mysterious Aries

I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.