a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk
a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind

he stands at attention
a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred
he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach
the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face
walking around in circles with stick in the ground

he's got that look in his eye
a mutter a conversation a yell
a symphony

of sound

peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hollowed grounds

if only mother knew
if only mother knew

the sentry stands at attention

he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face

ah yes


the garble

Let me make you the resident of just my heart
My beloved I am so enthralled by your beauty
But please take a decision never ever to depart
Let me sail and explore the depth of the sea

I tasted you once you are so juicy, tasty, lovely
I will not bear any other eye to explore and see
I belong to you my love, you just belong to me
Let us travel on love path to feel liberal and free

Kiss me and do not leave my lips just in a hurry
To the path of your beauty I do carry a love key
My sweetheart you are just so witty and so pretty
For a beauty like you I want to remain as sentry

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

The feeling of comfort was not always so
the feeling of comfort is relatively new
I feel safer in my armor, standing stiffly aloof
These **** people
want me to feel the cloth around their skin
so obsessed with lounging
unaccustomed to wearing things in,
thickening one's skin, and seeking scars
This to me, is all life is
Why coddle yourself in luscious membranes?
You fought outta the womb for a reason
What made you stop climbing?