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 Keith Edward Baucum.

If you've a writer's block,
Keep chiselling.
You'll get relief
When you release the piece.

I write poetry when I'm feeling broken
I listen to piano music when I fall asleep
I'm a great listener and I love to laugh,
My loyalty and love runs deep.
My daughter is my world and my light
I worry about her getting older and having resentment towards me
So every move that I make I think three times over
My wish every morning is to see her happy.
I like long walks underneath the stars
I hate the beach and love the rain
My favorite studies are science and literature
I prefer coffee over champagne.
I enjoy all types of movies and music
I like to be diversified
My past is a heavy weight on my shoulders
My memory nightmares often wake me in a fright.
I'm a deep thinker and a hard worker
I hold grudges and at the same time forgive
I love romance novels and hot weather
I believe that every breath taken is a gift.
I'm religious but my faith is unique
I'm Catholic but it's not so traditional
I make wishes instead of prayers
I'm also quite political.

Everybody seems to know what they want from me
and yet I don't know what I want for myself
People expect me to be able to deal with anything
They throw their problems upon my shelf.
I'm expected to forgive and let go
Get up and move forward
Endure the worst from others
And always have a helping hand to offer.
I think I just want to be left alone
I have nothing left to give to anyone
No compassion left in this body of mine
I don't want to be asked for a dime or an opinion.