My mind is stimulating presence in me knowing that absence is present.
Stay absent.
Your absence should be present for your presence is absent.



- LynnAA

Ever feel like the wind is speaking words
You can almost hear?
Howled syllables that give you shivers
And dance upon the air.
Just a trick, my imagination throwing a fit.
And yet…
Is somewhere there?

Little girls, little boys
Candy canes and flashy toys
A soft call, an enticing treat
Two obedient little feet
A huge smile, an invitation
A fun adventure to damnation
Restricted visions, muffled cries
Sugar bricks leading to demise

She is My cream nicotine
The
Surging through our blues
The fluidity of divinity
Juxtapose
Whoever said love was easy…

Yeah 'Ol Chap, they Sure had it right,
Because no man or lady can ever Subtract
Once their hue has mixed it can never go back.
2 Whipped Cream and Other Delights.

And why would you?
The dregs are bitter,
The milk too sweet.
If you water it down then
All flavor retreats

Life is just better off Bitter-Sweet,
Cream never asks coffee
On how it should mix
Why do we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?

The intrusion is dilution of the Makers choice
Through imperfection comes the lesson
Learned perception with each sip

The air red dried truth
The
Words stuck to the lips
Tasters Digest the last drink drips
Yet I question why I am so subject
to infusion
Her meaningful quips
Why we attempt these liquid alchemy tricks?

Still I question why I am so subject
to the infusion of Her
Dips
Sometimes I call it Love
Sometimes I call it Quits
For You My Dear

Let's Cheers Another Grip
of
Seared Buds and Belly Aches
and
Lactose Licorice
So
Pour Another! while the Argument still in Air
and
While Dilutions of gratification Grind into Frothy Despair

Be careful
Some times it's hard to tell salt from sugar,
I have found,
People are like that too.

Humanity has just gone down to dogs
Fake people are fake in their actions
Less speeches with more monologues
Third class packets, classical captions

No difference between right and,wrong
Prudence is a commodity of just all fools
Toads come up with ***** shrilling song
Humans are nothing but just useless tools

Tricks have taken over sincerity in trade
What ever is sold is ******* in entirety
Blood relations cut like sharp blunt blades
Man is in chains but apparently seem free

Revolution is mandatory it is call of  the day
Justice should take over all sham mannerism
Still hope tinkles with beam of light as a ray
Spring is ready to surpass the yellow autumn

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Let the sunshine filter through the shade,
Breaking the rules of yesterday.
With dancing beams of pure light,
Singing with voices of lost sight.
While rays of light show dusty bits,
I myself run out of tricks.
So as I watch those dancing beams,
I sit and stay to watch over dreams.
And as the day begins to flow into night,
Sleep, O sleep, hello goodnight.

The sea breeze moistened with romance,
Filled my lungs as I stood.
The morning sun with a sweet dilemma,
Cured me of my worries.
For this gypsy heart has found its home.
A cave in the wild sea.

The choirs of the flying birds,
The rhythm of the sound blue,
The dance of this glimmering waves,
What a sight I see,
For this empty canvas has found its colours,
A whale in the open sea.

The setting sun of Africa,
The beaches of Hawaii,
The heart of a village,
The catcher of the rye.
For it has all been a perfect cocktail,
A cold drink in Dubai.

Do these eyes tell a lie?
Or these smiles shine too bright?
For the truth of the time,
I don't care about wrong or right.

For a life that kind,
It seems that blind,
For a life so close,
Is it the brink of an overdose?

The high of this night,
The air seems so light,
So let's fly in the sky,
For its not a magician's lie,
For he has tricks under his sleeves,
For we are the beauty in falling leaves.

For these doors of the heavens,
For this crime of the scene,
For I need you with me,
To spend the rest days,
At the house near the beach.