give me one word to hang in the sky
and let that word be *love

we never stop suckling
forever cradled
bounced on the knee of the Earth.

When Satan cometh knocking
Hand him a cross;
He always run's away.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

She wants me to put my sensibility against her sensuality
So that both of us to taste pleasure of life in its entirety
Hence to be more romantic ,ultimately to be totally free
I do have an eye on her graces and charms to really see

Love has overtaken by lust lust to be naked to appreciate
I have done it once and still aspiring to be the victim of fate
Moments are colorful  and beauty seems beautifully great
I do not know to what a limit I resist and just to tolerate

Her every beam invites me to take her to my real life line
She embraces me in my dreams and in reality to be mine
In faithless weather she seems to be a open bottle of wine
Let nature takes its course let beauty portray her design

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

there's a dead man who sits in the corner of the room and sings everyday
he looks kind of familiar, but I'm not sure
he looks kind of happy, kind of in love, kind of free
I watch him everyday, and listen to him sing
he ain't bad, I can tell by his smile, but he ain't good either
but he keeps on singing, Alleluia, and points at the man in the mirror.

late night early morning tv tries to sell me a blender
i am not buying , and i realise they have been trying for the last half hour