You're listening to random radio stations,
on your way home,
Thinking this could be
the soundtrack of your day to day life..

A little bit of Cohen
and
some Cigarettes after ***
would easily do the trick.

You're just another unknown genius,
waiting to be discovered - an original copy of the "real deal".

Your parents must be very proud!
You have that look.. you know what I mean?
THAT look.

The ones surrounding you are nothing more than
Extras in your daily 7 o'clock show,
filmed in front of a live audience.

Your big break is just around the corner,
hiding in some bushes
and you must really feel smart right now,
with your old and wise attitude,
thinking 'bout the planet and
all that ****,
having the impression that you changed
something in this world,
on your way back from work..
something else than this rusty game
of useless words,
that the rest of your family doesn't really care about.
Your one man show is about to be moved in the better slot
and you'll finally get to stick your face on a Snickers' bar campaign.

"You're not you when you're happy!"

You'll get off soon.
Remember to smile and wave.
Remember to forget.

By Arcassin Burnham

.... Like I said, embracing your skin would be a dream within a dream
And within a dream and within a dream,
You asked me to give you my honest opinion...

I guess that I don't
Wanna Lie To You like the child that draws on his mother's wall with
Crayons and then lies and says that his sister did it, but little did he know
His sister snuck out awhile ago,
Sitting in the moonlight in a Honda civic with a her boyfriend kissing on
Her neck and tearing buttons,
I just wanna know that if we get through the friendzone that I could touch
You like that someday in mid discussion,

With no complaining, not into rushing,
You'd be my cuffling,
While we cuddle,
And while we swap spit , real teenage lovin',
Angels be singing , up in the conscious , they sing like Minnie,
Miss you dearly , when you're not here the.. world isn't pretty,
Baby I never..wanna make you cry... You're so eccentric,
I like it so much , we could both be weird and so dependent.



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We don't got time to be wasting on the world,
we don't got time to be wasting on the world,
Why won't you be mine? I'm so tired of all this friend ****,
Why won't you be mine? I'm so tired of all this friend ****,

There's something you should know,
cause I built this trust for us....
I wrote your name on my phone...
I won't let this come between us..
So right your name on my phone...

Like Christmas in July my eyes light up with pain and shame
And memories behind it screaming for the day I'd get to kiss
You like the married couple so that we should be sharing like the
Motto never ended plus the caring and I'll be yelling , I said
We don't got time to be wasting on the world,
Oh no We don't got time to be wasting on the world,
I'm like why won't you be mine? You'll soon be knowing tonight,
This isn't our final ride, I just wanna be with you.

Show me the other part of you,
The raging storm,
The darkest moods,

Show me the other side you have,
The frown behind your smiles,
The deepest chambers of your heart,

Show me the other part of you,
No matter how ugly,
I promise to bare what I'll see,

Show me the other part of you,
I want you open the heavy gates,
I've been a good friend,
And am prepared to be here till the end,

Smoke scintillated by ***** lights
Scent of cheap beer and cigarettes
Arms and legs and heads and butts
                mashed
      mangled
            mingling

In a space ejecting bravado
responding to the auricular bludgeons
plucking veins and boiling blood
arms and legs flailing like spiders
hammered by raindrops

Calloused voices scream through feedback
eking out of anguished amplifiers
while jungle drums synchronize hearts
to their frantic pulse

New friends old friends celebration
in sweaty embraces chanting screaming
stumbling outside the gates of eternity
sidewalk where we gathered round the sordid soapbox
and cast beleaguering gargantuan buildings
and endless cataclysmal streets
into abeyance

to prance along these old sidewalk cracks
stumbling along cigarette butts and beer cans
efflorescing under amative neon lights whose bombinate glow
tingles our skin and dazzles our eyeballs
rolling back into our skulls in the wake of ecstasy
billowing over our ambulant bodies

Friday nights
     Saturday nights
              Sunday nights
skipping school on a week day
braving city night life to find us in the nooks
they forgot to sweep out
where trash collects and pretends
to be unwavering and implacable
for a moment

Til it's back on the streets we spill out upon like puke
like the beer sticking to checkerboard floors
and we float home on the feedback high singing in our ears to sleep
dreaming of these ecstasies as something perennial
in punk lover's dreams

Pure when we're filthy.

They never know who I am
They never see us
It's not so wrong
But I just can't handle it
It is hurt to think and walk with it
I'm the person who beside you
But they never know
It is a song that they never heard
It is a taste that they never know
Why can't you hold my hand there
Why can't you beside me there
Why can't you hug me there
Why can't you look at me here
Why do we need a space?
You and me are we
It is love, but
Why can't we say that we're in Love
Why should we hide away
Why do you just stand and breathe softly like without me
Why do you just walk in front of me
Why don't you call my name
Why don't you tell them my name
Why can't you show me
When can you show them
Why do we got a love that is homeless
It might be like a secret love song
But what I feel is more than a song
You're not someone's baby
I'm not too
But why I just have to stay and watch you walk with so many heavy reasons
Tell them ene day
Unseen Yours

Your cheeks are like apples and apples are so juicy
From your white dress the real fruits I want to see
When I take you in my arms your beauty just agree
Whatever I want to taste and see I see that but clearly
In your gorgeous sea I want to sail like a fish deeply
Your glowing body my sweetheart makes me but *****
Today we are together so let us celebrate colorful party
This real communion makes friends and enemies envy

Your presence makes surroundings to glow and to show
Sensual pleasure in trance takes love and beauty to blow
You are all in me I carry you on my heart and on eyebrow
Let us be like fluid and let us allow each other just to flow
My sweetheart you are so white as seen in winter snow
What all is needed in a situation let my sweetheart know

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Glasses are half empty
sent sliding down the bar
as they clink together
a tip put in the jar

Mood is ever changing
as people come & go
to have a laugh & cheer
& see the crowded show

Broken hearts everywhere
just lying on the floor
mine just left with you
walking out the door

If I had only known
exactly what you think
perhaps I would have waited
to order up a drink

Instead, I gulped it down
& chased you with a shot
it sizzles all the way
my insides burning hot

I'm really not a lush
can handle what I sip
except for in the words
that cursed those pretty lips

I'd like another kiss
I'd really like to know
I guess not meant to be
it seems you had to go

I might just be here waiting
but then again,
  ...might not
cuz' unlike this here drink
my heart ...
  it can't be bought.

Cherie Nolan © 2016