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I write you these letters,
as a reminder,
that Love still exist,
and She will always welcome you,
in unconditional acceptance,

please remember this,
or forget,

either way our collective memories,
will continue to collect,

at the top of The Great Pyramid,

in Giza,
Jesus,

Mary and Joseph,
or Broseph,

or whatever other name needs to remain,
to remind us we are family,
so whichever name I choose to address this letter,
the message in the reminder is the same,

we are family,

and as family we write letters home,
letters written like this,
a testimonial that Love exist,
call these words emotional hieroglyphs,

words,
written in script,
a curse,
as well as a gift,

which translate into this,
the bottle and the message,

21st. Century written words,
written from a genius wordsmith,
from the top,
of The Great Pyramid,

unedited,
pure medicine,
evidence,
written in,

the light of the Moon,

Mother,
I love you,
and I wrote you this letter,
to thank you and say that I’m coming home soon.

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Remember to remember
I tried to be, being,
oh so many things
to/for someone else
not myself.
And still, my heart sang.

I tried to break it, my heart,
to deny this truth,
my truth;
fill/feel myself full and overflowing with lies.
And still, my heart sang.

I tried to ignore it,
to stuff myself into
a narrow little box,
a stranger's life.
And still, my heart sang.

Still my heart sang.
Underneath all the pain,
rage, sorrow.
My heart sang, quietly,
my truth, my self.

My heart now sings
of love, of joy, of possibility.
Openly and truly now.
No fighting, no denying.
My heart now sings.
Let me kiss you on your cheeks and eyebrow
Let me make you mine from your head to toe
Let me see how beauty reacts to the fire of love
Let me take you in embrace you and let me glow
World is full of all the ***** abominable tricks
I do not want to be party to such chaos let me go
My love my spiritual deity I worship and praise
Your path celebrates solemnity, grace let me bow
I am just a drop of love and you are the ocean
Please take me in and give a chance to me to flow
Just a glance which provide to you and me a chance
From that moment on Mehr is not in him you know

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Mehr
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
I saw you; I swear I saw you.
You and your divine attitude .

I could tell you were living in a beautiful life.
You loved your wife, as a man, working hard and trying to provide.

As I was watching you running miles, I couldn’t stop imagining how I could make you shy.

Firstly, I would invite you to a room where you wouldn't see the sunlight.

Then, you would be tied.

“Oh, I see red, Are you shy?”
I smiled and said: “Sorry, my darling, I have to apologise.”

It was only your blood that covered my eyes

The tango was still going, and I started to wonder why
Why you ended up crying, shouting and dying

Was it your holy innocence?

Thinking hurts, worse than the cuts on your flesh.

Let’s just both wave and say goodbye.

“Bye, dear stranger.”
You were sleeping like an angel
“fine, I would help you.”

“Bye world, bye.”
You threw the glass,
and your anger smashed it.
You cut your fingers on your own hate.
If you only would've been patient,
we would've gotten home,
without bloodstains all over your shirt.

*Dear brother,
you still have so much to learn.
Lesson Number 1:

Listen to your big sister,
when she says no.
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