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Grant Baker Poem
Thadd Baker,
Friend, Father,
Husband, Mentor,
Brother, Son,
A life cut short...
A family left to grieve...
Gone but not forgotten...
You are always here with us...
Dad my special friend...
A loss so sudden...
your life brought to a sudden end...
Fear not your memory will not be forgotten...
Your memory will never fade...
We will never forget...
Your star shines bright...
So sail on sailor...
Fair winds & Following seas...
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Grant Baker Poem
I try to scream but no sound comes, I desperately claw at the ornate velvet hangings of my bed with to no avail.
My nightmare continues to consume me. Then She come the queen of the damned the devourer of souls the base of my the very base of my Bete Noir.
I cringe and cower and mossy earth as she glides toward me on wings made of purest black samite, her aura surrounds like a mist of the darkest most profound stench of death and fright.
Is there no escape for me from this unending fright.
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Grant Baker Poem
Nobility
There you were standing ‘cross the room, when mine eyes caught sight of you.
A symbol of strength and nobility standing tall in robes
of purple and blue.
I knew you and I were meant to be
So I made my self-known a lowly wine slave
Made my way ‘cross the room to you
So tall and handsome
A lord, a baron a tyrant to others but to me and someone I viewed as an equal
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Grant Baker Poem
Amor
Where hast my love hath been that thou hast not been able to find.
Buried deep inside me lies the key to my heart, and thou art the prince that has found the key to set it free.
Now united and with someone to love me and no longer forlorn, I now have someone to love me treasure me
And hold me forevermore.
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Grant Baker Poem
As my tears turn red, and my cuts are deep I think of you.
And start crying from my wrists.
Sorrow and anguish fill my soul, my essence my soul drains
away as my wrists cry for you.No longer do I feel pain, as my life drains away,
On the path to decay tears of red night into day....
As my tears turn red...
my cuts are deep...
My death is welcome...
by the end of the day, on the path to decay....
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Grant Baker Poem
Anger and hatred seep through my veins like vipers venom.
It causes rage and anger like none other.
Not even the most peaceful monks can calm it.
What is the source of my ire.
The thing I most desire but will never acquire though it lies deep in my heart.
Wait to burt forth like a lotus flower
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Grant Baker Poem
SHATTERED HEARTS
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From the moment I started dating my shattered into pieces because I realized that all the men I have dated were losers and abusers, when I was younger I knew I should’ve date none of them.
Then the love of my life appeared,
He has been so nice and caring, responsible and romantic the most romantic thing in my life almost to good to be true.
The best thing in my life was so messed was so messed up but then he appeared and turned my life around and I would do anything for him and I know he would do the same.
Because he loved me so much and I love him all the more.
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Grant Baker Poem
Requiem
Death I welcome you here again here again my old friend.
Young at first now an old man your glowing red eyes and bony limbs no longer scare me I welcome them to hold me and comfort me so take me bony spirit and guide me gently into that good night.
Ferry my soul ferryman across the dark river to my place of everlasting rest and eternal slumber.
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