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While lost in the valley of broken dreams,
My hope went frigid and cracked at the seams.
Now I’m walking on pieces of shattered regimes,
And Lucifer over me swallows my screams.
I’m dancing with demons in passionate flames,
And laughing out loud at their dangerous games;
Serpents are coiling and staking their claims
Piercing my skull with the sharpest of chains
Heaven please hear me as I desperately yell,
I’ve succumbed so willingly to my personal Hell;
The Devil draws nigh, ringing the mind-tearing bells,
He knows the way out but he will never tell.
I’m drowning and burning in this living fire,
Being held and bruised by the hands of Ire;
My penance is lewd, and my sins shall require
My body to Satan for his demons to sire.
Children, oh Children! I’ve become the Queen...
Of this decayed domain that should never be seen!
Flames run rampant in my soul’s deep ravine,
And the tears on my cheeks are sparks left unseen.
Self-deprecation is such a twisted thing,
And to the last of my hope I desperately cling;
But it’s slipping with every beat of the wing
Of Satan’s black Pegasus carrying his King.
It’s too late for redemption; my Judgment has passed,
I was charged for my sins and in Hell I’ve been cast;
In the Pit I hear cheering, everyone is amassed,
The Devil is smiling, and this word is my last.
My hope went frigid and cracked at the seams.
Now I’m walking on pieces of shattered regimes,
And Lucifer over me swallows my screams.
I’m dancing with demons in passionate flames,
And laughing out loud at their dangerous games;
Serpents are coiling and staking their claims
Piercing my skull with the sharpest of chains
Heaven please hear me as I desperately yell,
I’ve succumbed so willingly to my personal Hell;
The Devil draws nigh, ringing the mind-tearing bells,
He knows the way out but he will never tell.
I’m drowning and burning in this living fire,
Being held and bruised by the hands of Ire;
My penance is lewd, and my sins shall require
My body to Satan for his demons to sire.
Children, oh Children! I’ve become the Queen...
Of this decayed domain that should never be seen!
Flames run rampant in my soul’s deep ravine,
And the tears on my cheeks are sparks left unseen.
Self-deprecation is such a twisted thing,
And to the last of my hope I desperately cling;
But it’s slipping with every beat of the wing
Of Satan’s black Pegasus carrying his King.
It’s too late for redemption; my Judgment has passed,
I was charged for my sins and in Hell I’ve been cast;
In the Pit I hear cheering, everyone is amassed,
The Devil is smiling, and this word is my last.
Literature
The pelican and the sparrow
The prideful pelican converses with the extraordinarily small sparrow, and the mid-sized birds float around the water of the dock to watch the action of the bay, bystanders. The water rippled gentle with the wake of the humans' boats.
The sparrow on the bridge twitters at the pelican, but the pelican pays him no mind and rests in the sun. When the pelican swooped in it caused a great attention nearing on uproar, the birds all stared in silent apprehension before accepting his massive presence.
This is a show the pelican puts on. In reality, he wishes he wasn’t born so solitary, so different and large from all the other birds. While th
Literature
Titles of my poems, prose, and philosophies
Titles of my poems, prose, and philosophies
1. GREEN: Club Envy
2. GREEN: The Emerald Lady
3. Love and Loyalty
4. Knowledge
5. More To A Woman
6. Evil Levi
7. Lust and Greed
8. Greed and Lust
9. The Locklears
10. Our Father
11. Corrupt Avenue (was originally named Scum City)
12. Chocolate Swirl
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Literature
Island Life
Do you remember when you told me?
On our hidden island, we were
Surrounded by a glassy sea, and
We were on the beach, just you and I,
Holding hands
Along the sparkling sands,
Under a moonlit sky.
We have a chance
You said,
A future, the perfect picture
And I stopped walking, remember,
Held your hips, eyes closed,
Kissed your red
Lips;
Led us to our leafy bed,
Where we swayed to our island dance,
The romance, remember
How we dreamed together, that cold December.
How I woke up to your smile,
My silly heart fluttering, a hundred miles
An hour; and you watching wide-eyed
As I showered, under that waterfall
That was surrounde
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When one has done something terrible and fallen into the trap of the weak...
An advice to the hopeful; don't let yourself be controlled by what you know will lead you to ruin. What may nourish you will also destroy you.
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Have a great day, folks! ^_<
An advice to the hopeful; don't let yourself be controlled by what you know will lead you to ruin. What may nourish you will also destroy you.
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Have a great day, folks! ^_<
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This is an amazing piece of literature!!! I love it!!