Loma Rica, CA I smoke cigarettes. I drink coffee. I am a free soul, yet unlucky in love.
I sit. I wait. I watch. I learn. I do. I am an odd target for circumstance.
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the deity was a ******* up minor god* his band of fans saw not the faker *** of a deceptive trait he did so show some were blind to looking at the real bloke others more insightful thought he a joke true believers weren't indoctrinated they knew shams could be invalidated never did he possess the divine glow why praise the charlatan's counterfeit guff of it there would be a perennial bluff his godhead image did dupe the unwise for these disciples were so unsighted of him they'd be lastingly blighted *a pretender until his very demise
They the three, when all were there, went out, out and on down, down to the ground, grounding rooting, rooted to, all that is, is embedded, into, as one with, the bedrock, rocks and soil below, sow, so the seed, germinated seeded, above as below.
The day my soul separated from its origin The day I feel really dejected and depressed When soul to bloom I am waiting for season Then the gloom will vanish when to abreast
Separation of soul created trouble to assimilate My body is also in pain and torture of solitude Meeting with the beloved will make moderate My love will cherish to just celebrate my mood
Union will be hallmark of my real love pursuit I will be like a newly born bud in love fragrance My struggle to see my beloved will bear the fruit When in trance I will see beloved in my presence
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow