My anxieties run through me like river
I am not all beautiful
But I am trying to be alive anyways
I drink coffee to join mornings
I take deep breaths to live inside of moments

I observe so I can see you without my presence as a distraction
I take in your lips so I know what coming together feels like
I dance with your hands to feel everything all at once
I leave the blinds open so I can move with nature

All of this is to say that I am working to be here
Please do not add to my mourning
I am human too
I am real
I have feeling in my chest
And I don’t want to shatter
So much so… that I never get to glow

... At least just once.

I sometimes sit
And wonder in
The who knows why's
The could have been's
The if I had's
The then what then's
The times I should
Have made amends
The would have done's
The never did's
The seriousness of
Who am I trying to kid
As I sit
And wonder in
The how would my life
Be different

" I've been abused, mishandled and
Confused.
NOW I return to me, backed to
person who I used to be.
She took me away, Because of her
beauty, and her age.
The elder in me was like a Tiger being
Let out of a Gage.
It had nothing to do with lust.
I'm a man of God . He appointed me
to life up her life. A matter of must.
The months went by very quickly.
I was doing as much as I can, but
Feeling unappreciated wasn't in my
Plan.
My silver hair was dyed brown, to
Look as young as I can.
Finding myself in shopping malls,
NOW never even holding my hand.
This went on for month's.
Dinner's, and lunches was not enough.
Now on her menu, she added brunch.
There's a lot more to be said, but I think
you all got  my point.
Maybe I should have stayed in the
Gage.
A man of my age."

He was driving down ******* Boulevard
He had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop
He pointed at a white house.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

i want to find someone
who craves to know the
deepest parts of me.
someone who will be gentle with me
and listens
really listens
without judgement.
someone
who understands what i have been through
and will inspire me
but not try to change me.
someone who realizes that they cannot complete me
someone who will calm my soul
when it is raging
who understands my thoughts.
i want someone to pray to God with me
and to keep me.
someone who finds galaxies in my eyes
and loves me for who i am
because i deserve nothing less.

Illness becomes wellness, when "I" is replaced we "we",
So let me cure our souls, let me lightly sow our seeds
The seeds grow as energy, in fields as far as the eye can see
The universe thanks us dearly, for only what we chose to be
We chose to valiant, like sunflowers that grew away from the sun
We bloomed still and shined like medallions, but never received any medals for something we won
So now you ask to start a new story, but my best chapter has already begun
Don't sever my stalk, don't talk when you can't walk,
For now that my field has been harvested, your shadow in my dreams I shall stalk.

I need to be saved by someone else, otherwise I might just die.

Lamenting the day
Considering the night
Obeying powerful invisibility
Love plus music mingled with electricity* ...