Hatred sits upon his throne of skulls and bones wearing a crown of fire and a robe of blood and thinks on ******* Love.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

you talk as if you sleep on flower beds
you told me a pointless conversation
is just a waste of breath
i'd rather hear your soft voice - instead
of being in this room with women who
hate each other's guts and look like death,
they talk about their friends which they hate and
down this moonshine until
they can't feel their heads

you look like you pluck petals and leaves
and that's the best part - your grace -
your heart is on your sleeve
and your soul is on your face
sitting next to you - why would i leave
as i know that there is no better place

-t.m

If you could read my mind
You could hear a thousand cries
Pleading for you to care just once more
If you could read my mind
You'd see a million papers
Filled with broken poetries
Of a love story which never happened
And so many unspoken words
If only you could read my mind
Maybe you would feel the pain ‘
my eyes failed to show you
and you refused to see
If you could read my mind
You’d see a heart that still yearns for you,
a heart bleeding in silent tears
If you could read my mind
You’d see a side of me l failed to show you
The eternity l always dreamed of
If you could read my mind
Maybe you’d understand how it feels to love
a person that can never be yours
If only you could read my mind
l wouldn’t be writing this

a baby in the womb
ready to breathe new life
in this formless world