I was thinking of old love
Dying love
Love-Hate
That space between the two
That seems to last the longest
In any relationship
That
Fighting for bed space
Saying all the wrong things
On purpose
Waking in disgust
Hating every word
Drunken night arguments
Being able to breathe
When she's away
Love
I would take that kind of love
Right now
Stopped at a crosswalk
On a cold November afternoon
It seemed like all the drivers
Had passengers
I looked over to my right
There was a white haired old guy
In ***** clothes
Eating a gas station hot dog
He reeked of mustard
He glared at me
I looked back at the traffic
And thought
Everybody's going nowhere
But nowhere is somewhere
I hope...

you can be pretty and you can be smart
but that won't make them like you
that won't make the monsters go away
it won't make you happy
all of the beauty and the knowledge,
what you need to be
is dumb
because if you're dumb
it'll make you happy
and if you're dumb enough
they will like you
and you won't ever recognize the monsters
God-willing

saw something i can't erase from my memory
yet it's physically deleted from yours.
now there is no proof of your infidelity
besides my word.
you make excuses and tell me to keep quiet
not to start something over nothing.
what is nothing to you
is a lot of something to me.
you care more about the feelings of another
than you do about mine.
you lie to others about our relationship
you act as if you don't love me
as if you will leave me
but the second i say i will leave you
you are crying, with more excuses.
this is an all too familiar road for me
and i refuse to go down it again.
so many tears and excuses now
i could drown in them.
you still fight to keep toxic things
in your life.
you still fight to keep me content
by your side.
what your reasons are
i will never understand.
you never really loved me
you don't know what love is.
i will find a way to expose you both.
the last laugh will be mine.

high, low, lift, drag
the day has come
every moment a haze
high, low, lift, drag
my muscles tingle
all alone and single
high, low, lift, drag
the air whispers, "Move!"
crash screamed the wave
high, low, lift, drag
onward, forward and be brave
race you to the grave

"how did you get so empty?"

"when people leave, they
take a part of you with
them. so many have left,
and there's nothing left to
take."

"please don't be sad."


"darling, you can't be sad
when you're empty. you
can't be anything."

Drowning in her black sea of waves
tumbling down her waterfall of black curls
Docking my ship on her serene waters
unloading my cargo of thoughts and ideas
Diving into the depths of her psyche
swimming in the ocean of her essences that is woman.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

when the lights go down low
my feet will shake to that sweet sunny glow.

when that good ol' jazzy jazz spurs into my thoughts
my one and only concern will be not to stop.

when I’m taking that kind of high
I swear I don’t, I don’t need to know why

but I know this:
when that feeling of bliss arrive
I'll know for sure why I'm alive.