Ring my bells,
When the cells
Of the heavenly abode
Dispels the ode
Of the dark.
I remain embedded
In this tarnished red,
As I tear down the grey walls
And paint it a violet haul.
Like this mind that's hidden,
For thy made it forbidden,
For this aura bewilders you,
And you cowardly view
The new as a symbol
Of destruction of all.

You know you can tell me,
all the troubles you encounter,
when the voices getting louder.

You know you can tell me,
when the wind is ripping on your sails,
and you just need to exhale.

You know you can tell me,
all you ever need,
so you can proceed.

We are happy with You
O my Lord!  Bless us

manifested will hide
and hidden will manifest -
life and death playing.

A smile is like an exit
Out of the room,
Where you don't really want to be.

My Writing Style

I try to write in different styles.  I don't want to be put in a box.  I try to mix different styles together and create new styles of writing.  Poetry, prose, playwright, proverbs, and other styles of writing I mix together and try to create a new style of writing.  I'm still haven't truely developed my own true style of writing.

Written by: Keith Edward Baucum

all poetry is personal
some more than others

to just spread out your private feelings
     in your verse
may not be everyone's delight

but if you choose words
so that the many find their voices
    in your own
you may be lucky
to achieve all poets' dreams

your personal voice
becomes the public