Malaya kong isinulat
Salitang bibihira ng sambitin
Tanging sayo nais iparating
Malaya kong binigkas
Upang ikaw ay lubos na mahalin
Puso’y sayo lang tanging ibabaling
Malaya kong ibibitaw
Lahat ng nasaakin
Sa sintang iisa lamang ang nais
Malaya kong namaalam
Na ika’y makapiling
Sa sintang giliw
Na nais makamit
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
Pride: The elected commander of the sins.
Cruelty: The daughter of Envy and Hatred. Cruelty is the sister of Anger.
Wisdom: The elected leader of the virtues.
Harmony: The name of the country where the virtues live.
Tranquility: The capital city in the country Harmony.
Glory: A city in the country Harmony.
Humility: A city in the country Harmony.
Love: The wife of Loyalty, the mother of Kindness and Justice, and the older sister of Truth. Love is a humanitarian and a healer. She is ***** by Hatred.
Loyalty: The husband of Love and father of Kindness and Justice.
Loyalty is a soldier and a warrior. Loyalty gets justice for Love after she is ***** by Hatred.
Kindness: The daughter of Love and Loyalty, the sister of Justice, and the niece of Truth.
Justice: The son of Love and Loyalty, the brother of Kindness, and the nephew of Truth.
Lust: The wife of Greed. Lust is a **** and *******. Her husband Greed is her ****. Lust has an affair with Hatred.
Greed: The husband of Lust. Greed is a ****, gangster, and corrupt politician. Greed is Lust's ****.
Faith: The wife of Truth and the mother of Hope.
Darkness: The name of the country where the sins live.
Chaos: The capital city in the country Darkness.
Hope: The daughter of Truth and Faith. Hope is the niece of Love.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
HERE AGAIN.. COMES YOU..
Minding my own business.
in the kitchen doin the dishes..
minding my own business..
keep trying ta forget..
Not wanting to digress..
To where I feel your absence and my loneliness.
Seeing your conditions..
Reminded in my visions
I see your hands through my own hands.
I remember the simpliest things..
Even though your absent finally from my dreams.
I've been seeing you even down to the basics of you.
The unstraight lazy walk the deep sound in how you talk.
I'm still minding my own business I must confess.
I'm a little wounded yet healing.. Coping well with my feelings.
Missing those interpersonal roles.. naughty ways to console.
So old and foundational..
With you so long that our chatting.
It used to get kinda confrontational.
So close I don't think you ever truly knew.
The closeness now makes me blue.
But right now i'm just kinda tired of spiritually seeing..Y.O.U!
I really don't like it.. and i really wanna forget..
you will be poetry wrapped in skin.
they will melt under your faded gaze.
the spaces between your lungs will be explored.
they will fall in love with the darkness behind your lips.
they will live in the familiarity of your movements.
i will have stripped you of everything that made you the same.
you will be nothing like the person before, for now you are art.
you are simply the words penned onto your bones.
you are a masterpiece in human form.
you made me write, and i made you beautiful.
when we are done, you are perfect.
you are poetry wrapped in skin when i am done.
when i am finished, you will be one of two things.
you will be broken, or you will be beauty.
i cannot let you be both.
Morning break of dawn.
Morning cold breath of winter air...
morning warm cozy bed.
Mornin Man of symphony that brings a smile like
Cinnamon flavored coffee.
Morning new day sent to me..
Morning heaven of glories
I lift and rise because of thee