On the bus I've only the blank eyes of my reflection to study, and the heat of a bitewound on my lip to accompany it. Rattling back and fourth in my seat Your face Resonates In my thoughts, thru my eyes; You keep me safe.
Written following a bus joruney home after one of the first meeting's with my future wife. She entered my life at a very depressed and lonely stage where I needed someone to cherish and cherish me back. I was gorged in Ezra Pound's early works at the time.
My innocent princess your glowing eyes dictate It seems that you want to cut straight to my heart Let your beauty be straight and frank just to state That love and beauty are same and not poles apart
Your graces and intuition make you great to declare That you have been created in paradise with a glow That your flair and glare definitely makes you rare God has sent you to the world, His beauty to show
So you are not part of this world but a light in trance Through the centuries like a candle you burn to turn Every darkness from the face of earth to give a chance With modern pattern to the world in sojourn to discern .. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2014 Golden Glow
comely, maybe but not beautiful my features are as round as vowels and I carry the moon in my hips I am an unpolished beauty smooth pebbles resting at the bottom of a cold clear stream with an empty purse imagination my only currency
in this world I am a shrinking violet occasionally a rose february-white caught in your button-loop long-stemmed red roses stalk runways hollywood bombshells are bubbly as champagne and full of flesh and light
but *** sans love is still an empty bathtub whatever happened to pin-up girls long cigarette holders and muted photographs? I am distorted in the fish-eye view of the modern lens
in my fantasies I am no longer sand and loam I glow like a tall slim candle though I am often numb and dumb and my girls are as absent as long lost unicorns I am the bohemian princess
I travel through foreign lands clothed in exotic costume a jewelled headdress, and indian pyjamas coloured sapphire, turquoise and cayenne-red my feet are near bare and my hippie hair is a mass of blonde curls
I take a sojourn in southern california warm desert air soft against my skin I surf in the salty sea held buoyant by the waves a sunset stains the sky tangerine the palm trees black against the orange light click teasingly in the breeze
"In My Fantasies" can be found in my book "Blood for Honey", available at Lulu.com and Amazon.
The tea sits Death collecting different scenes I’m stressed Such a mess with the reaper next to me Life vest on my chest And I couldn’t really see Long steps to unrest and I’m bent reality Still The fragments breathe Will deliver and I’m keen to the quiver Arrows preen The apple’s novelty Real Surreal it seems The venom makes sin of me A little sliver the beast Disturbing the honesty Feel The havoc see it in the light And let it seek a little strife Collapse in dreams it’s still alright Just follow me and
Days go by And the days go by And the days
Fall next to me They wither in seasons Oppressive tendencies Observe the winter casualties With frozen blood and splinters Unruly royalty for dinner The bloodline isn’t coiled So they haven’t found a winner The peril focused Elapsed so nobody would notice It wasn’t hopeless Ascension hadn’t found a locus Scrambling the frequency A remedy just like unbroken chains that lead to purity As if the marks of shame were lotus Petals Drinking deep amidst tequila dreams Settled With that much alcohol I’m bound to see The difference What it takes from me in travels Hollow ships that creak and battle with my frenemies Just trying to find some ******* peace Scattered A little crazed A little battered Hazard So many names Poetic ******* is my favorite And it’s said with sharp tongues and flagrance Art forms and a cadence Just trying to count the ways that
Days go by And the days go by And the days
Make clouds break Unraveling the seasons Couldn’t fathom all the reasons Left to brandish all the pieces Couldn’t handle all the artifacts To me the voice of treason was a pretty ****** father that I couldn’t wait to see He left scars Gave me emptiness to seek the stars I grew lost With a tendency to keep to bars Some new parts of me I never noticed Please I wasn’t hopeless I’m just barely even getting started Some new paths Chasing fantasies I seek to harvest Undo traps that I set to self destruct the progress Parallel to heavens gate I’m aiming for the secret garden Eyy So catch me gliding through the waves as
Days go by And the days go by And the days go -Whoo- -Whoo- -Whoo- And the days go by *And the days go by
Lonely wanderings Holding hands with the wind Flying away to distant lands Over the mountains and seas So many questions does arise A silent reprise of my music None, but these ears are tuned A braveheart’s sojourn unknown Here for a tryst with soliloquy Answers from the heart and soul A new journey awaits the wanderer