As he'd flip his hat
his ties have shone
though quaint in fact
just belied and bade
his call of freedom yet
his mapping afield where
he'd belay topography
and his harmony too
with hint of something new
even enticed quite averse
that hastened to implore
he cherished that linen
more refined in his attire
as he must wear it again.

By Arcassin Burnham


I Was , Liking Your Decisions,
I forgot to mention,

I Was , On An Expedition,
Trying to find The feelin',

I Was , Loving Your Extensions,
I was on a mission,

I was , out of ammunition,
Knowing this would be done.....


Loving everyday of your miserable life trying to find some purpose
In every evil thing you do to everybody girl,
Not A fan Of seeing you like this telling you to get over it in any
Case you have against the world,
How you Been girl? How you been girl?
Can I get a straight answer with no attitude,
Bless your friends girl and your momma too,
Why are all our conversations in all interludes,
Stop pretending girl , that you care,
If anything if you don't know yourself then I know you
More,
What's the motives girl , I'm not trying to pursue you in any
Way that would come off as poor...

I was , kind to you..


I Was , Liking Your Decisions,
I forgot to mention,

I Was , On An Expedition,
Trying to find The feelin',

I Was , Loving Your Extensions,
I was on a mission,

I was , out of ammunition,
Knowing this would be done.....

When beloved is in arms every season is love season
Beauty fully understands for love there is no reason
To be disloyal is a sin to be disloyal is just a treason
Beauty in its domain is sovereign while love is crimson

My sweetheart your style is what blooms like fashion
Every one jealous of love every one is jealous of union
My sweetheart my ****** you are my mission and vision
I love you from my heart this is what is my contention

Let me take you on my way let me be my part and parcel
I am your follower in love you are my little innocent angel
Let me praise your style my love you are really graceful
Please help me to love in this sweet season to be agreeable

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

My missions about done
Wanted to tell you
You're my best friend ever
Thank you for listening
You are a treasure
A wonderful being
In someplace called forever
We will have a new meaning

My mission is done
I hope I didn't fail you
I'm a bit into myself
Too deep and too true

My mission is done
Smile, no tears
I am honored
To be near your heart
In anyway it was
It was sincere

I'm sick of loss
It always comes
Someones gone
You or I one of them

He was
either a
Captain or
Tory to
lead river
by Alamo
where want
toiled much
and delay
soiled so
much together
unfortunately his
somber face
many that
Hasici died
and San
Antonio implored
diocese while
Serra's Chapel
also became
an acorn
for fruit
and burial
for Franciscan
outward envy
of mission
for peace.

What planet of my life
Is there anytime?
In the front door on my own
Blue butterfly upon the air
As my world is our last word
To see many people will forget
Whereismymemory.

Mission of compassion
To save the day before I
Who is on the ground
When is love and wisdom
Of all walls against
Whereismyhelp.

Colours of Shadows
In which I am alive
For whatever reason I rise
Away with it or not
But why would the key disappear
I did it for whereismyworld.

                   By K-mari ©2016

If good loved good
What a universe it will be
If it was freedom
And evil wasn't set free
If man loved woman
There will be an vision
And if good loved good
What a universe it will be
If good chose favourite
From the good that it saw

And if everyone are make the same
Why does heaven has a angel
If the universe is a mission
Then he/she hold the key
If the truth of the answer
Lie without you and me
Then let good be good
And let the peoples of us be free.

                   By K-mari ©2016

I will walk until I feed the soil with my bones
and I will not stop for food or water
as I do not need these things for where I aim to go.

I will not look back at who I leave behind,
at who will age and crumble where they stand
as these statues do not line the halls of where I aim to rest.

The years will pass beneath my feet like dreams within my sleep,
and names will fade from faces and those faces to the distance.
Of all the places they will haunt not one will be my thoughts.

My soul will ware with each desert crossed
leaving pieces of myself at every corner turned
until I walk on bruised and ****** heels leaving crimson prints behind.

The heat will bake my skin, the rain will wash the dust,
and this coat of skin hanging on these bones will fall;
I will be then just my core, only bones outside an empty husk

Bones are brittle and will break, marrow staining resting rocks.
This last effigy will fail, falling forward with momentum
pointing in direction one last time at where I aim to go

I will then be free.