Vice may temporarily prosper, virtue dominates
Love is to conquer world hatred but has to leave
Beauty is good in life which comes ,accommodates
You are a part of heart we are bound to believe  

What I pay and what I get that is but my sacrifice
Humans are strange commodity change but faces
Devilish or angelic, we just have to pay the price
But remains virtually are nothing but all the traces

My beloved let me take you on a strange oasis
Where we can have survival on different stature
Where we can deal with each other with justice
I want to taste your taste and flavor of flavor

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Painful stabbing of saccharine
Are not words that describe me
I hope you find love in the right places
Because this seems like a grasp of bitterness
Towards me
And it's not fair
I wouldn't want to leave you impaired
Only you can heal yourself
Let my ink dry onto the paper
Let me circulate a special girl's water vapor
Don't attempt to taper
My flavor
In the literary ice cream truck

today I ate candies
and chocolates
and ice cream
and I figured out
that they are
the flavor of you

Drawn Aside  Decision
Of A Half Moons Wondering ...

Which to Devour first?

Delectable White Light
of the Coming Morning

Or

Raw Nothingness
Of Pure Dark Past

Both Delicious

Come and Get it Happiness

If I can say one thing to you, a final word, all I would be able to mutter is the word "disappointment".

My body shakes so much because my soul is constantly on the verge of collapsing, and more than one word would allow the goo to flow right out, to drown you.

And in some ways, some where along the road when I so happen to run into you, I know it will be different.

And yes, because we have changed, and because we always have been different, even the humidity couldn't evaporate the facts.

But just wait, maybe there's a chance, a cork in the old bottle of mascot might just save the rich flavor we once had, maybe even make it stronger after a few years.

For now, I will leave a candle in my window every night, because even without my sun, I have a flame that is bound to catch fire somewhere else in the dark.

-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-

I bake my words, served to you with love
Until they've simmered through and through
And although they may seem meaningless
I still recommend you slowly chew

There is a flavor to my words
The ingredients, I myself grew
Each morsel hand picked to be used
For the stew made for just us two

A dash of this and a dash of that
All while conscious not to include trans fat
A healthy meal of friendly chat
That's where I see us, that's where we're at

The stove acts as the interpreter
That transcends consumption into fact
And it's the essence of a home cooked meal
Which allows for opposites to attract

I put my soul in to my soul food
I stir up the fun in my fondue
Just as I do with my advice to you
To be washed down with a frothy brew

I speak with good intentions
I'll use my past experience as proof
You'll see....
I'll have you dancing beside your tastebuds
Before this evening's through
With song in heart and stomach full

"I've always felt like a yellow skittle in a sea of red skittles."

"what a coincidence. yellow skittles happen to be my favorite flavor of skittles."

"ok."*

*"ok."