My emotions are a whirlwind.
A swirling mixture of
grief, anger, fear.
grief, anger, fear.
And only by feeling them.
Only by giving them to Him.
Will I ever get out.
Of this whirlwind.

Hello halo
Up there where I can't see
How absurd you become
In days like these
Or is it you naughty sense of humor?
Was I your mother
Would have put you to stand in the corner
For a few
Why give me a rational brain
To **** me
With emotions?
Would be better of as a fish
Or a bird
Not thinking not comparing myself
To the rest of my kind
My kind that was never truly
Mine
Why make me feel other people's feelings
Loosing myself beyond the point
Of no return
Thank you for my profession
Otherwise I'd be sharing the room with those I treat
How do you suggest I pull away?
From the mess of other worlds I feel inside
No one can understand but many believe...
And if that was not enough why this encounter
With shadow that will never leave
Strange fantasy that could not seize
As if a powerful storm that became my life
Something that sank down to the core
In an instant before I even realized
Yet storm would be easier to comprehend
Too much feeling and unexplainable
Knowing taking control
Over the remains of my poor rationality
That all I want lately
Is to switch it all off
Into oblivion

This  now I decide to unleash thought onto this platform
Through this poem
And right now you inspire more
Through the background music when you snore
Your eyes and mouth are shut
But only a minute ago that dragon mouth was spitting fire
Lashing upon my beautiful innocent me
Ridiculing, hurting, stabbing, shooting, crucifying
You said 'pain demands to be felt'
You overwhelm me with this cheap abundant commodity
I guess thats why I love you
Because now I can't sleep
And you are deep in sleep
Dreaming paradise
Whilst I die of pain
Your prescription, the concoction that you provide on an hourly basis
I see the angel in you in your sleep
I hope you come back a real angel
But even if you were a daemon I would still love you
Good night my love
Let me rid myself to sleep too
I tried reading myself to and failed to
Good night my love

He was driving down ******* Boulevard
He had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop
He pointed at a white house.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I see birds overhead.
Flying free.
Once again.
So many!
With white-tipped wings.
In the wind.
And I am reminded...
that God is setting me free.
From slavery.
I am flying free.
More every day.
And someday...
I will be free.
Completely.