Remember that one time,
driving down the same run down streets
When the sun shined through the sky
And in the heat of the moment, I believed this world was mine
Even in signs of omens, we tango on.
We dance on broken glass while singing off-key harmonies
We tango on, while the world laughs at such simplistic views
Tell me how much paper with a man's face means to you.
Still remember, mine are the ideals who are skewed.

You may have my trinkets. My home. My life.
But this name, will be mine to ***** and mine alone.

"My body craves you like parched senses ride waves, deeply, sensually, like a new life, a new frame of mind. I've found a gem and into it's depths I gaze for hours. Windows aligning with mine and I'm in your panes, your frames, your lens of power. I'm free, I'm wrangled to the ground by branches, and now I'm underneath the world and I'm sinking to your bed and we're warm.
I want to be a woman, clay and you'll mold me, form as you hold me, crack when I'm dry, you'll rewet and reshape my core. Heat me and glaze my sharp corners and fill me with rising warmth and purpose
Break me and I'll be fine
My pieces will be yours "

"Woman you already are. Molded by your own hands. Inspiration gained from the world around you. A masterpiece already. Nothing i could do could ever increase your beauty. So instead i shall take the role of awed onlooker.
And somehow i never believed i would produce that effect on you. But if what you see is anything like what i see. Than ive been to the stars and seen cosmos from afar. Ive watched stars die out in brilliant arrays of color and searing heat. Ive seen new life bloom in the cold wastelands of space. And i really should thank you for making me an astronaut. "

You are a beautiful soul, that Christ Loves.
You are a beautiful soul, that Christ created.
You are a beautiful soul, that needs Christ.
You are a beautiful soul, that lives today.
You are a beautiful soul, that Christ protects.
You are a beautiful soul, that Loves freely.
You are a beautiful soul, that blesses me.
You are a beautiful soul, that loves Christ.
You are a beautiful soul, that been saved.

My sweetheart both of us are unique in our love style
When I find you in front of me I forget all for a while
Music of beauty starts mingling with love to beguile
Love starts dancing just from pace to pace,mile to mile

Love symphony takes us, lead to destination as destiny
Flowers start blooming in jubilation on eternal love tree
My sweet beloved I am intoxicated and under love spree
Your beauty has taken all my senses I now follow blindly

What a marvelous passion is love takes right to the altar
Under pain and torture makes life difficult and harder
Throughout life one experiences life but just as sufferer
But whosoever takes it willingly is never ever defaulter

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Where does it go?
When we forget this rule we call a comma.
Does it appear in your mind as you're reading my words?
Does it appear in mine when hearing read aloud?
Where does it go?
They tell us in school it's intended to create pause.
That it resides in the knots of two ideas
It gives a boost to introduce new ideas
It allows the addition of unnecessary ideas.
And separates excessive adjectives.
But if my words are clear and the ideas are clearer
Why do we need this pretentious afterthought?
To prove that I am educated?
That I understand grammar and syntax?
That rules of punctuation rule?
That English is championed?
That two ideas are related?
I refuse that. I refute you.
If you are intelligent enough to know this thing called a comma
It's fair to assume you understand context
Its fair to assume you are well read

Do not send me to that place you have created for comrades in forgotten commas.
Do not stick your nose up in my direction when words ring clear but grammar and punctuation lack.
Or critique writing with your "useful knowledge"
I will use it when it's power is needed.

****, Off

not special or unique
just one of many you seek

There
He
Stands

Front
Of
Mirror

Pouring
Solutions
Into
His
Eyes

There
She
Stands

Front
Of
Mirror

Solutions
Pouring
Out of
Her
Eyes

Glass
Cup
Solutions

Empty
Full

No halves

Only
Made
For
One