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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps 
over 
her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" 
said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  
Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the 
Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride 
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to 
take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this party 
started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in 
the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they 
stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the 
question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the 
rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep "Well this is a perfect time for my 
communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  
"Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to start this new era in my 
life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute changes you want to make?"  
"No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside of your house waiting on you Love.  Let's get going".  
"I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist and pulling her close Loyalty 
whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted you when I first saw you.  
Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me". 
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher


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I HAVE DIED SO LONG AGO

I have died so long ago.
The pieces of my bones were buried in Sheol.
It was so dark where I lay now.
My flesh is rotten and almost gone.
I have lived once in this world,
Where a loving family I was involved.
A dearest mom who loved me so,
Loving siblings I treasured most!
I'm a free-spirited young lady.
I love to entertain the world,
Wind hums as I hit the notes.
The nature  became my hidden world.
I was once  a fruit in a tree.
Until one day, a harvester picked me.
Still unripe, too young and fresh.
He stole my innocence.
Too many years past and my seed grew.
I have started bearring fruits.
But the harvester did not content, 
He pulled me out from where I'd been.
He murdered me on one darkest night.
Then buried me beneath the ground.
I'm so helpless, no voice to shout!
My breath is counting one by one.
Until I surrendered the last air in my lungs.
I have died so long ago.
This girl that you used to know,
Isn't the one who writes a poem.
She had died so long ago.
She walks every night to find her home.



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Just for Me

In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away


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Don't Take My Kindness For Granted

You think that you know me
But you don't know at all
Every day you say your sorry
After that I fall
I hate it when you lie
You think your doing good
When all you cause is pain
Just tell me that you hate me
So my life won't be in vein...


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My brother

Nascent you were to this macrocosm,
Blessed  you were to parents,
Dyspoeic, unsounded from mother’s womb you emerged,
Many conceived you were with Jesus,
Afore brought forth into beingness.
Doctors resuscitate with oxygen mask,
Travail, thirty minutes passed brought you back.
Triumphant over death, won life for yourself.
Whence you cried, Father gloating in joy cried a river.
Thence avouch, sweven God’s work as you grow a man.
engendered after, saw father’s fond on you.
Through many years of togetherness;
Pettifogger we fought and punished.
Though non twins, grew more like identical.
when you cried a child, I cried and still does.
Such is the love of brother, my brother.
Thither you went away to boarding school.
Whereby learned ways, good and bad.
And drew more to wassailer, drunkenness.
dissever we became, perceived I abhorred my brother.
Fondly Imbibe in whisky, disremembering your sole purpose,
So fond nearly you died like once when born half dead.
And whence in hospital bed you battled for life,
I cried a river, my brother.
I do not hate as I hate cockatrice,
I care more than I care the girl of my life.
And whence you live wastefully rummy, I rue.
Come at able, find oneself and the purpose, my brother.
The life you once battled and won when first born,
Be not languish in vain.
Be cumbered and hugger-mugger no more.
Ere in final resting place you lay,
I invoke to envision you gratified after years.
Heedless of how you impeach, I despise;
I merely have one brother.
My brother! My brother.


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The Morning Star

The Morning Star
By Nate Spears
                                
There’s clarity in the depths on my deepest thought
I’m never blind to a world of darkness
I’m challenged by whatever in time
Defeated by my ambition in others

Close to my last day
But far from my last night
And I’m light years away
From my very last fight
 
The actions of the man
Creates the path of his life
The absence of the man
Restrains his rights
The mentality of a man
Saves the day he's granted 
The intent of the man
Leads him the way the earth has planned it


 So feel my rose as it fades 
Feel my pedals bring a new days
As I sprout beyond the stars
To a galaxy that stands out
The route brings the creation to light
After the day 
After the night
After the darkness
After my arrival 
The morning is tainted
The day is seen in a human’s eye 
Sight has been sinful before and after
You and I
This is the heart filled reason
For the birth Christ.


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Decisions

My Dark Past/My Dark Secret/ can’t gain any movement stuck in the same positions where I been standing for the past five year I can’t succeed higher elevations. I have been lost for a person  who I was passionate about. But completely ended when I committed A Love Crime  Now I am away can’t sleep no flex fuel to keep me awake / now drive past my   pain smile at my tears laugh at my troubles/I  am still standing  I can  feel my feet and I can still hear the wind blow/I don’t have compass to direct  me to right corridor/ I have been  knock off this course for too long/ Even  A GPS system can’t redirect me/ Now expressions on your face confuse me  while I take a shot of  Hennessy/  My life has been whole bunch of gambles and not enough great decisions


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Southbound Mule

Jonathan Gruber, a professor of economics
at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology
and one of the liberal elitist architects of
ObamaCare, who has utter contempt for the
average American voter and has been caught
on video twice calling us stupid in front of his
fellow elitist bunghole buddies, is the north end
of a southbound mule. Enough Said!
End Of Story!


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I can't really tell you what is, only what it feels like

So depressed,
maybe even a little stressed,
heart beats completely out of my chest, 
but why?
I can't the image out of my head,
I rest head in my bed, restless, all night Oh i'm so breathless,
I cry..
This inflicted, conflicted pain, may come from within me,
but it started with you.
Something so bittersweet, often lies through your teeth,
that's what you fed me.
Stay true, is what I said to you, even this action was cruel.
In this private world, I'm all alone
I don't like how it hurts.
Completely isolated myself from the world,
it's been days since I answered my phone.
Am I hurt, or did I receive what I was worth?
Dwelling on the past is my stress,
I cant move on, I'm definitely depressed.
Insecurities building on me, with your manipulation and painful memories.
I seize to believe this is my life's destiny,
I need a revision,
What exactly is this thing we call living?
I forgot good times, I let in the bad.
Being me, living life, freely, positive intensity,
it made made you mad.
Innocent girl learned how to live a lie,
life passed by,learned how to fake a smile and cry inside.
I need a lift, a need to rejuvenate,
I need to release this hate, at this rate, I hope I'm not too late.
Overly emotional, this  experience..hurt my physical, mental, well- being
Who could cause so much pain, was it just me?
How could your aggression, and obsession allow me to numb the delight from life.
I neglect the light,the love, the girl, who once knew how to live.
She was wonderful, highly intellectual, and oh so beautiful,
Now she's evidence of physical,emotional damaged work from the palm of your hands.
Completely broken,maybe even for good.



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Why Does Hatred Exist



Why does hatred exist I don't believe I have ever hated I have surely disliked but hatred is an extreme It is certainly not something to be proud of It is something to avoid Nothing should ever be a reason to hate Most wars are caused by evil men Wanting not only their fair share But that of their neighbours And their neighbour's neighbours It's never ever enough Where does it end Greed is a major factor Control is another The craving to be king of the mountain To rule, to enslave To conquer at all cost The lives of many are no obstacle An entire nation, a whole race of people It matters not... power corrupts Absolute power corrupts absolutely None of us living today Will see a world where total peace exists But this fact shouldn't deter us To throw up our hands And say “It's impossible” Nothing in this world is impossible If the will to succeed is present I have always had faith That man will always do the right thing I still have that faith! © Jack Ellison 2014


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Blood Is Not Thicker Than Water

In the summer of 1949, I lay in the grass in "Grannys"  back yard picking clovers with 8 year 
old Ada Bee, my black and only friend.  Ada Bee had six fingers on her left hand and picking 
Clovers meant that I could stare at her hand without  embarrassing either one of us.

My "Granny" was actually a neighbor who had taken us in when my father left. She was kind 
and took brother and me fishing; cooked cornbread on the fireplace; made snow ice 
cream;taught us to can and love the Lord. 

On my special clover picking day, my blood grandmother, "Mammaw" came for a visit, which 
usually lasted a month because she had no actual residence and pawned herself off at one 
of her eleven children's homes during the year.  

It was now my mother's turn to house Mammaw, though mother had no actual residence, 
either. Hopefully Granny would like Mammaw since they both loved to fish and Mammaw 
would have a place to live for another month out of the year.   
 
Ada Bee and I were giggling just as Mammaw walked up, ecstatic that we had found a four 
leaf clover. I smiled anxious to tell her of our luck, but instead she grabbed my hair and 
began pulling it with vengeance and slapping me hard. 

I was in shock as I ran all over Grannys' 13 acres, cutting my legs on the barbed wire fence 
and blackberry thorns, falling down, as she continued to chase me with a big Hickory stick. 

When I finally made it back to Grannys house,  Ada Bee was gone. 

"Granny, Granny, I screamed, please help me!"   
"No Josie! Granny said, Ada Bee is a nice little girl and there isn't  anyone else to play with 
around here!" Granny kept turning in circles covering me with her big apron so that Mammaw 
couldn't hit me with that stick. She could have easily said, "Josie, please leave my home", 
but she didn't.
 
It was at age eight, that I learned people are prejudiced and have hate in their hearts and 
this hate is further harvested by what they teach their children.  It was then that I learned 
never to judge a person by the color of their skin.  There have been times when I have 
wished that everyone could feel the intrusion on innocence that I felt as it may have made 
them a better human being.

I also learned that God does not love one of his creations more than he loves another of his 
creations.  Nor does he love one land more than another land that he created.  

Someday, I hope He will tell me what happened to my friend Ada Bee for I never saw or 
heard from her again.
 
 





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How Do I Stay Soulful

How do I stay soulful, without seeming like a raging goddess?
I would always be the raging sea,
Don’t sail your boats or ships upon my waters!
 Expected to be slaughters, by my sharks
 The rough waves: and the haunted ghost slaves.
 You toss abroad, unlike the garage you scattered on my shore,
I kept your secrets; at the bottom of ocean floor

I sting your eyes, and bitter your taste:
 Rock your ships from side to side
Yet, you smuggle my fish out to land: 
    what a disgrace!
A man would always be a man

 Why did you leave the dry land and sail the ocean blue
You pirate! You luxury ocean liners: you liars
Can you hold on to my waters? 
The laughter takes hold of you.
I filled myself with rage, because of the things you do

No safety nets……

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When I Was A Child

It started when I was a child
I was a kid with a gift
That no one understood or recognized
Instead of loved I was picked on and ostracized

However I blocked it all out
But little by Little its all coming back
Like layers of an onion
That held me tightly wrapped

Bits and pieces of my memory
That were hidden away in code
Deep within my mind a door was closed
I?ve reached in to remember because my life is now in jeopardy

All the emotional and sexual abuse that I closed off to survive
Has been staring at me sabotaging my life
This life is not what I have dreamed and I am dying inside
And if I don?t face the truth of what was done to me 

Then I will surely become the monster that I despise
And as the tears bellow up
I again take another breath
Like soot in a fireplace and a hair ball in a cat

I cough up the toxic memories
As images flash through my mind
With my face in the toilet I begin to cry
My body begins to stiffen as nausea rises to the top

I then begin to wail from deep in my chest
It?s a hideous cry that sends chills down my spine
As I grit my teeth and hang on for dear life
A thought runs through my mind why.. why.. why.. why.

I?m tired of the black outs
I?m tired of the fear
I?m tired of the loneliness that have held me prisoner here
I?m tired of the pain and suffering that has come in my parents name

I?m tired of all the trauma and I?m tired of all the drama
I?m tired of the neglect that?s been perpetrated on my soul
Keep your hands off of me, keep your beliefs away from me
From all the mental abuse and all the negative remarks
And you still don?t see how you?ve damaged my sensitive heart
 
I?m tired of hearing all the denial
I?m tired of hearing how there is nothing wrong with you
I?m tired of you blaming everyone else but you
I?m tired of hearing how you hate this and you hate that

I?ve tried for years to heal this wound
But it seems to have spread to my nephew too
I don?t know what else to do
I even ruined my only serious relationship to get revenge

In my mind I justified their crime 
From all the bad advice and all the dysfunctional decisions
And I thought I was reversing everything 
When I vowed never to get married and have kids
But that sabotaging act has done me more damage 



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Shogun Series Collab Richard Pickett : Bill side 8

 (cont from Richard Pickett's side )
      You alright? Hang on I got a bus coming . I got your piece. Bill pulled Brick
 up to a half sitting position as he was talking to him.  He scanned the area 
to see any possible witnesses. He heard Brick making-” uhh -uhh “noises and 
that’s all he seemed to be able to do. “Say I got an idea Brick .. just a suggestion
 cause I know how you hate getting bossed around and all…. How about 
breathing?… I’ll bet it would take some of that blue outa your face, pardner.
 It just don’t become you, ya know?
 “Uhh, hunh, uh hunhh hunhh.”  Brick still couldn’t talk but his breath was coming back around.   
    “Atta way Brick, good thing I came along and reminded you to do that.... But what are pardners for? You’d  have probably done the same for me although I ain’t sure about you New Yorkers.    ...You okay now, buddy?”
     “Huunh, huunh…yeah..huunh, no thanks …to you…huunh. You shoulda ..uh
 huunh …seen it…I almost.. killed the guy…yeah ..unnh.. Smashed …his foot…uhu… 
with my chest…hunnhh. “Bill helped Brick up to a half standing position while Brick continued with labored breath. “Where the hell were you.. Uh.. anyway, while I was .. huunh ..kicking this guy’s butt? "  Bill picked up Brick’s hat, dusted it off and set it on Brick's head who was still bent over holding his ribs. 
     “Where was I? I was over yonder having me a sandwich ..and you 
know how I hate to be disturbed while I’m eating.” They could hear the bus siren 
now getting closer. “How you doing now, ole buddy?
  “Better I guess…uhh ..least I can breathe.. Sorta.“ 
“Brick they’re probably gonna want to check you out when that bus gets here.”
"Why did you ..hunhh .. call the bus, Cowboy? You know ..uhh.. I hate getting groped by those guys. ..uhuhh."  Let’s go before uh ..they get here! “
     Exactly then the bus came into view, parked and a medic immediately rushed out 
excitedly hollering ” where’s the downed officer!?”  
     Brick looked up to see she was blond , flush cheeked and awful easy on the eyes. …”I’m right here, Miss! ..uhh .. It’s me!”
     Bill grinned and was glad to see he would be in good hands. “Yeah, you’ll have to 
help him. He can’t walk too good. But you should see the other guy . I'm sure he’s 
limping all over the place around here somewhere. Heh heh. I’ll take care of your car Brick.  Catch you later.” 
     Brick was busy. Bill made his way back through the little crowd that 
had gathered there and walked back towards Brick’s car while still carefully scanning 
the tenement buildings. (to be cont)


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The Locklears Chapter One

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the 
woman's voice was cheerful and playful
as she threw a glass of cold water in the 
unconscious man's face.  "Wha, wha, what 
Happened? Did I fall asleep?"  As the man 
opened his eyes he tried to move but 
couldn't. 
Looking around he realized he was in an 
upright position eagle spread.  Each wrist 
and ankle
was shackled, locked, and chained.  "I'm 
not into locks and chains.  I'm the one 
paying for sex
you have to do what I want."  The man's words 
were slurred as he looked at the woman.  "Poor, poor, 
little man I'm not a prostitute.  I just pose 
as one on the 
internet and in the streets.  That's how I 
get pigs like you" said the woman with 
an evil grin.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The 
Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven


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realization

I question everything he tells me from the moment it slips out of his mouth, if it sounds honest or forced. My life is simple and that’s not why I question it.  I am okay with having a little  but not or type. We have a little patience and too little time together. Thought we practically spend almost every second together we could never be more apart. As I think about it more and more it seems to hurt me less, how he always says he wants to leave when we argue and all that comes to mind is that I don’t want to be married again. Not because of how I feel about him but how much time I put into this relationship, it cuts me to my core to have that realization. When we were dating I could never let him leave me because how intimate we had become. Love was not the equation, love was never the answer, and love was the excuse.
    I am not sure if he loves me or just seems to hang around because he feels guilty, guilty for stringing me along for such time. Maybe both but I no longer see the man he was, I see depression and hate pointed toward me. I hate divorce, not because it destroys families but because you stand before you friends and family and you pledge to love someone who in turn makes you look foolish once the papers are filed. I am not unhappy as of now, and that’s not why I am writing this, it’s nothing more than I have come to terms with my stupidity.


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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

"By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips touched
their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests
Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front
of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow
slurred speech.  "Think you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  Turning around 
to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy
and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.
Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this
party started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came
rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love
as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer
to the question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by
the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep, "Well this is a perfect time 
for my communicator to beep"  breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  "Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to
start this new era in my life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute 
changes you want to make?"  "No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside your house waiting for
you Love.  Let's get going".  "I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist
and pulling her close Loyalty whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted
you when I first saw you.  Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven


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its only time and love will end

I loved the way chills singed throw me when he called my name
If only love didn’t cause so much pain
I loved the way chills singed throw me when he came close
If only love wasn’t a game
I loved the way chills singed throw me when he held my hand
If only love wasn’t like quick sand
I love the way he use to look at me
I loved the way he use to treat me
I loved the way love seemed never-ending
But now I only hate
I hate the way he looked at me
I hate the way he looked at me
I hate the way he treated me
I hate the way he said my name
I hate when he came close to me
I hate when he held my hand 
If I could I would take it all back in the end
Love is pain
Love is a game
Love is like quick sand
Its only time, and love will end 


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Red Eyes and Sinister Looks

Chains, hay forks, knives, and a hollow whisper,
become more true and sinister.
Halt in the middle of the moon light, 
and a waver image soon is no delight.
Voices run a muck in the head, 
so not calming you wish you were dead.
Gushing blood through the eye
not an image that you would rely.
Nails stuck on your neck with such pain
so your paralyze just little life sustain.
Hoodlums terrorizing people running a muck
did not really know they are in luck.
More dangerous beings are out their
to commit such act and with sinister stare.
Laughing with haunting echo's through
is an aspect of fear can imbue.
The wind changes direction to smother
the echoing sound of laughter.
The panicking state that you are in
soon drives a knife within.
Blood rushing out of your vain
a crucial part of your life dropping like rain.
Running without a destination
you will never reach anyone of your relation.
Sliding your body on a wall
keeping your fall in a stall.
Red eyes you can see it at night
is soon devouring you with little bite.
Changing your belief with tonics of relief
and it is to late to turn a new leaf.
Ears start to deceive the animals sound
eating limbs are chewing around.
Slowly your red eyes steadily getting heavy
is starting to take your life with a levy.
Dropping down with no attitude
and your life force slowly loses altitude.
Breathing comes not so easy
smelling flesh seems so beastly.
The change comes a desire
with frightening red eyes of fire.
Comes more lethal than the hoodlums 
your heart beating like drums.
Your hand becomes all fury
claws come out and your howl with furry.
Trance your in with no one to blame
a rage thats hundreds of centuries of flame.
Rising from a slumber of long lust
a animal instinct that you can trust.
Tearing things apart with no meaning
is a trait that is so deceiving.
Red eyes at night you see in a window
like a poisonous black widow.
Keeps you in attack mode of insanity
that takes all your vanity.
Ferocious emotions eating away
the soul that you had once betray.
The echoing sounds of loud thunder
breaks away the armor with sunder.
You fall once again to torturous agony
the feeling of one self is so lonely.
Shaking in the corner you are found
with blood soaked skin you drowned.
The night becomes day cruel in some way
your memories go in disarray.
The hunters with torches and sinister look
had parted way their hands shook.


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Hatred So Strong

I know what I must do
To survive this unlucky day
I must take control of my anger
Then the hate will go away
But what if it doesn't work
What will happen then
I don't know but when I do
All the hate will end...


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This hateful world

My first effort might have been in 
vain
For you were filled with worldly 
disdain 
The anger the hate the annoyance 
the craze
The hatred So putrid 
Destructively framed
Of love .. No account
Of sweet nothings no want
If only We were together 
Id hold you and kiss you
Take away all that hate
I love you 
Three little words
That i speak only without pain
Wishing that only 
It would be enough to cleanse you 
and keep hate away 

By Amanda miller
In a world with so much hatred and 
anger 
If only those words would really 
calm the furnace of pain we breed


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Same Time, Same Place...

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face

Same K-12 system
Same university
Different college
Who gained 
More knowledge?
Who excelled?
Who got more hell?

Same job
Same school
Same students
Same certification
Different degrees

Who stayed 
On their knees?
Both of us
Yes, indeed.
Who achieved
Honestly?
Well let’s see!

Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
I made it 
By God’s grace
You are 
A Satanic disgrace.

You are the
Face of hateful
Hypocrisy
I settle for
None of your
Fallacious foolishness
And malicious mediocrity.

Same hometown
I keep it real
You a damn clown
God’s giving you 
A furious frown

A lazy witch
Probably born rich
Living in the sticks
Killing nature’s beauty
Just to get away
From people like me
An earth killer
Fake teacher
And destiny stealer
A true thriller
Makin fake scrilla

I worked hard
While you pressed bricks
Storing awful ATP
To make sure
You got the best of me
And people from my 
Community.

My adenosine triphosphate (ATP)
From glycolysis in my body
After Krebs cycle
Gives off love
While yours come
From hate
We’ve had the same bodily
Processes similar chemical makeup
I just have more melanin
You act the way you act 
Because of your grandfather’s mistakes

 I hate to see your fate 
If you don’t change
You are devilish
And deranged
I know your game
Your name
We’re from the same turf
You and I 
Are carbon based products
One tries hard daily to be just
So that when the minister
Says ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That I get the reward
I deserve
You got my reward
I still work hard
My ATP
Detests the enemy

It ain’t fair 
That we walked in the same place
Respect you received
And hate slapped me in the face
Walking around with on your face
Did a dissertation on me
If I looked like you 
With my knowledge 
At 23 I would have had
Ten PhD’s.

Girl please you got the nasty woman disease
Get on your knees for the right reas’
Pray to us Jes’
Save me from being a real bigot
And sometimes on the sly
Help me to love you
And all your creatures
And accept diversity

You need help with that dirty blond hair
Pony tails sticking in the air
Depicting your true savior 
Not mine that will catch the one’s
That are still alive and in Him 
Up in the midair.


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The Locklears Chapter One

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's 
voice was cheerful
and playful as she threw a glass of cold 
water in the unconscious 
man's face.  "Wha, wha, what happened? 
Did I fall asleep?"  As
the man opened his eyes he tried to move 
but couldn't.  Looking around
he realized he was in an upright position 
eagle spread.  Each wrist and
ankle was shackled, locked, and chained.  
"I'm not into locks and chains.  I'm the one 
paying for sex you have to do 
what I want".  The man's words were 
slured as he looked at the woman.   "Poor, 
poor, little man
I'm not a prostitute.  I just pose as one on 
the internet and in the streets. 
That's how I get pigs like you" said the 
woman with an evil grin.  "I know you
didn't think a woman as beautiful as my 
wife would be interested in someone like
you" said a tall figure as he emerged out 
of the darkness behind the shackled man.
with fear in his eyes the shackled man 
asked who they were.  "My name is Linda 
Locklear
and this is my husband Rusty Locklear".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red 
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka 
The Green Poet


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Freedom before my lost brother

Freedom before my lost brother

They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom

Who really marches to the same drum? 
When my hand have been blown off for beat
The beat, the beat, the beat

As he races from the explosion of freedom in his chest
For freedom
To escape this tide of hate
That swept us slaves of red, white and blue

And he is nothing like before when hate took him away
He is a man at six and we are still children as adult
War took my hands and feet I am no solider
I fight for freedom not money
You fight so this tide will not cross-oceans and sands

We fight here for food and light
And light, to breathe, to die for family
Across the ocean hand my son an ak-47
And he will march and kneel before God for forgiveness

Hand my brother a ruger and he will stand in the shadows for American greed
Greed in the land of freedom and hope, black in the shadows
And mother can mend wounds here across the oceans she can only dial 
Extensions..... 
Of relief
Mother over there must know how to be doctor and surgeon, and warrior for the 
Next 
Generation to survive, to live

We cannot procreate; we are the ends of mankind
With bombs in the hands of babies
To extend our left hand of hate across the ocean, across towers of hope

We must all be the same here a million mile from each other
My skin dictates that I hate, be hated, I rape, be raped
I bleed red, white and blue
Watching in shock, disbelief as red, white and blue goes up in flames in the 
Ashes of the wind just like you

Freedom can never come to me here before her with that torch 
My mother across  the ocean must be sending me a package of death to kill my 
four father
Your four father because my complexion means that no one can see me
 I am a lost brother, forgotten sister 
 Hated child with no hands, no hands in freedom

March me before television cameras, signs of peace, and words of love
I am still a lost brother............ before truth
But you knoe me so well..
From the the same box that caused my cousins in your land to be hung
Money means nothing here, Money means every thing beside her with the torch
Pass it to me so I may freedom---the truth


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A World of Shame and Neglect

 
The little child was born into a home of violence and abuse.
      Sadness was the closest thing to love and that was no excuse.
A little child screaming as his mother gets slapped and tossed all around,
     While his worthless father struts thinking he is something he is quite profound.
The little children with ragged clothes and snotty noses just stood there in tears,
      What an impression this father has made for them through the years.
We live in a monkey see monkey do get messed up society,
     Most of the children grew up watching their parents fighting never knowing 
sobriety.
 Alcohol or drugs, seemed to dominate most of the poor.
     The thing they didn’t realize this was only a temporary escape door.
The pain that was eased only led to more grief.
      Till violence took over in the name of relief.
 The daddy was loaded up paying the bills, food, utilities and rent,
      While momma stayed home pregnant and got fussed at for the money she 
spent.
They had sunk so low they were ashamed to attend any church,
      Afraid that the pastor might point them out as he stood on his perch.
What is the answer if any to this little tale of mine,
       How can we make it stop, can we ever draw a line.
 I do know that hate begets hate so could love be the key?
       Has anyone ever tried it long enough to truly find the answer of this I  would 
love to see.
All of my life I have heard do unto others as you would have them do unto you,
        Such a simple answer could this be all we need to do?
Think About It!!!


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Who's In Control as you Fuss and Fight

 
 
As their anger built and they lost control,
    It was like something evil had possessed their soul.
The words they said burned like fire,
    Seeking to hurt the other was their main desire.
It didn’t matter who or what started the fight,
    The ole devil had you this very night.
He set the stage, he set you up,
     As you both spew his venom as you sip from his cup.
Once it gets started it’s so very hard to stop,
     Hate breeds hate such an unrewarding and pain filled crop.
As you reach the point of no return,
     The devil will laugh as you feel his burn.
He wants your soul that’s his only goal,
     One marriage gone to hell another success story for him another mark on his 
pole.
If you want your marriage to stay good and strong,
      Give the devil a kick in the pants and send him back to where he belongs.
And over all the best advice I can give,
     Seek the Lord and follow Him in your daily life and the way you live.


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My Dearly Departed

In this world, I can see many faces of you and me,
Boundlessly free with our new abilities to breathe!
I am a dime per every one dozen collecting my fee.

You see, it is just you and me rising upon this day.
Together we do be and forever on our merriest way.
It is just another day for you and me to pitch a say.

We are one word away you see my dearly departed,
We can all bail ship or get this whole thing restarted.
Or, we can confirm that which became our imparted.

Love me now and hate me later,
Or, love me later and hate me now.
Either or my dearly departed hater,
I impart onto you my Poof Bam Pow!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2009


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Scratches (Scars)

At first it was nothing
Other people had it; I didn't care
Then it became something with him just lying there
Short of breath, short of air
I took him in, but it was too much
No medical plan, no nothing
Our money was not enough

I prayed and prayed, but after the first week he didn't make it
I got so mad, I couldn't take it
As I walked back home a cool breeze came in
I didn't shiver. I hung my head only thinking one thing: my dad is dead
I entered the house. I locked the door
I didn't plan to come out anymore
I said forget you world

The rain starts, and it pours hard
The sun is gone. Covered up by grey clouds now

I walk through the house with a feeling of unfamiliarness
Everything is quiet. Everything is still
The house is at rest
I go into the living room and turn on the T.V.
The news is on; America is fighting Iraq
I feel sick and react by throwing the remote at the glass
It shatters and sparks fly
I knock down the set as I walk by...

I was mad
Now I'm angry

...to the wall. I punch it. I punch it hard as if I was punching away my anger and frustration 
to- to God
I think about it. My knuckles split and bleed
I run through the house now furious ripping stuff apart and breaking anything
All the while I think to myself:

I should've known there was none
I should've known there was no one
I was born in the slums, and I grew up rough
Our mother left us. My brother died in the war
No money. No insurance
My father was the only strong standing through it all
But now he lays dead because I prayed and I prayed
He lays dead
This leads me to believe:

THERE IS NO GOD
THERE IS NO ALMIGHTY FATHER
NO SON OF THE LORD
NO JESUS CHRIST
NO ONE WHO IS THE SAVIOUR OF OUR LIVES 
HE DIDN''T SAVE A LIFE
HE LET IT SLIP
NOW MY LIFE IS ABOUT TO GET AWAY
AWAY FROM YOU
SO NOW I TURN MY BACK
I TURN MY BACK ON THE WORLD AND I TURN MY BACK ON YOU LORD BECAUSE I HATE 
YOU - THE WORLD, THE DEAD, ESPECIALLY THE DESEASES YOU CREATED
I HATE IT
THE FATHER, THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT
I HATE YOU ALL!

Now I lay on my bed in the middle of this destruction I made
I try to fall asleep, but I cry
This pain hurts
So much I weep
But in the middle of the night I hear Him
I hear His voice...

My child, have no fear
Do not cry
Do not worry
It was his time to leave
It was meant to be
He now lives in Paradise City with me

The word of the Lord
Amen.