Something inside you will start to awake
For every saint there is a Devil that awaits
With a silver tongue and a golden deal
It's him that will control your feels

A battle will erupt inside your mind
One that you can't escape on time
like war, it won't bring nothing new
Just destroy what remains of you

You will look into the mirror
You will see a washed up soul
Replacing what once was bright and bold
And didn't fear the unknown

Madness overtakes us
And sanity becomes a legend that once made us
Like a washed up hero you try to rise
But there are too many worries inside your mind

You flatter yourself by thinking those harsh words were about you.
You don't mean enough to me for me to set aside time to write about you, let alone think about you.

A cloud never
entertains
the same shape
from point a
to point b.

And if they did
would we even
bother to lie
in the grass
anymore?

There's a reason
many of the best
thinkers in history
took off into nature
often.

She never forgets
what humanity
has long ago
forgotten.

We would not
tape leaves
to a tree
to stop her
leaves from
falling.

Or barricade
the ocean
to stop
her ride
from rising.

Or push
the sky
to prevent
a storm.

But we do it
to ourselves
and each other
every day.

The sun rose again at dawn
lilies opened blasting praise
I found a road to walk on
to face my fear and malaise.

How have you risen today?

A son forgave his errant dad
A father forgave his son’s sin
from their chains they got unclad
and found a way to begin again.

How have you risen today?

My wife and friend came with me
to church and sang and listened
were open and willing to see
the light and my eyes glistened.

How have you risen today?

Confused and lost I’d gone astray
and thought I was dying inside
gave up on finding the way
learned I could still come alive.

How have you risen this day?

Today I found a new truth
that if you are really inside
I’ll always be in my youth
and when I die I too will arise.

That’s a few other ways you’ve risen today.

“How have you risen today?” Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Currier

what is sand
but the finest of glass?

and what are bones
but the finest of ash?

and you may try to crush
me down into the finest of elements,

reduce me to nothingness,
******* to the wind.

but I have a talent
for rising again,

oh yes.
you cannot keep me down for long.

When darkness comes with grip so tight
and breath somewhere afar
time stands so still
a moment… to struggle… and yet
I breathe

When hollow feelings clench so firm
and each exhale longs wondering
If inhale will follow
and time stands as still as death itself
I breathe

When thoughts of failure and loss
replace the very thought of breathing
and every negative voice impales
My heart… that nearly stops
Still I breathe
so shallow… yet I breathe

and my sorrows await another night
to feed

Do not hurt my ego do not play with my pride
I do not accept the way you play with my ego
I know how to deal with every violent rising tide
I am ready to take every blow being in inferno

My love is my hubris my style is my way of life
Your beauty takes me from place to place to know
How one can face on his heart like a sharp knife
How blood mixes up with sacrifice just to glow

I am in darkness you are light of beautiful dawn  
All gestures and charms make me to understand
In your love my sweetheart how I be withdrawn
I need nothing else but only you are my demand

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow