An artist should never
confuse themselves with art.
They are merely a vessel,
From which art pours.
Sometimes they are empty
And other times full.


- Hadrian Veska

She praises my hands which caress her skin
My sweetheart is full of flavor like champagne
Beauty is not a crime and love is just not a sin
My beloved let me embrace you let me to win

My love your taste is full of flavor I understand
We are on the same frequency and on same band
Let me touch you face to face and hand to hand
My sweetheart you are so gorgeous and so grand

Let my love you and never ever to stop my pursuit
Let me take you, love and taste your wonderful fruit
Allow my love, to pay your beauty charming salute
Just tell me for your sake what I have to contribute

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

My beloved let me hug you on this beautiful evening
Your taste and flavor has just taken my heart and soul
How can I explain style how can I forget your bending
My beloved you are my mission and my aim ,my goal

I do not know where my love will subside ,culminate
Apparently there are very many hurdles,ups and downs
Allow beauty to openly accept all love graces to satiate
To be on the path of progress, prosperity to wear crowns

Edge of eternity is waiting to make this pursuit glorious
Let's march on to the destination without any fear or fret
This is what is called labor of love without being laborious
When destiny is clear in sight then there is no fear or threat

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Find Love In Me...... and let me Find Love in You..... it doesn't matter if, it's the love of a friend or deeper...... I just want it to be true, I just want it to be true. To Be True......

This elegant bloom
forgot the season
came stocked for summer idylls
picnics by the water's edge
scent of mowed fields
scent of love's flowering.

Pitiful rose
how did you become
so lost in time?
Nothing now becomes you.

So I carefully cut
the stem
placed your ******* vein
in a slender jar
filled with
the last spring's freshet.

You came to life
for us
at Christmas time.
A meager blessing
in a time of pain.
A frail totem
in a time of dread.

I wake each day
with despair eating at
my good spirits
the specter of
a new political order
crouching in the darkest corners
of my place of rest.

******* it!
Send that orange horror
into oblivion.
******* monster
robbing my nights of peace.

There is no sense to this life.
There is rhyme without reason,
pain without relief.

Just the same
I will slog on.
One foot in front of
the other.
Repeating as necessary.
And then letting it go
through the latched gate of time.

Happy  Xmas. Everyone.
And  best  wishes
for  the  New  Year.
Many  thanks  for  all  your  support.
Take  care.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.