#base
you don't get conscious
without a rise from the base
then you are aware
May 26, 2023
May 26, 2023 at 6:24 AM UTC
Youre steady base,
Keeps my off beat rhythm
In tune.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 2:21 PM UTC
a man
has shoot
and sell
his desire
where tires
embark to
Ilium but
a nobleman
farm his
wit with
hell and
back truck
in a
parade of
fire yet
amble in
Market Square
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
The planet earth is maybe
the material gold dust of all.
But it’s null on what it bases
purely standing on empty space!
Indeed there is no matter
at the base of the matter.
The nano atoms adherent to
natural scientia split and dance
the bottomline is pure blank!
Cosy slim and delicate atom
continues to deep down.
Stripping off to the quark
zooming in yet far inside
much more further down.
Goodness knows how comfy slim
will it be before it touches down
on to the universe smallest layer.
The matter, confined to natural codes,
in search of the smallest building block
turning to be a matter free off the matter.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
The basics of basics
base themselves
in the base
of one's
self
you
can't
take the
basics out of the base
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
while out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout
to defecate arose,
where sphincter asserted clout
and would excrete
despite without doubt...
if closing distance
(to reach rental abode)
beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle
transmitting excretory code
set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded,
and wooded make shift commode
and essentially for naught negating
toddler toilet training, sans
getting ***** trained undone
via my ***** ready to explode
and blast immense solid waste byproduct
(oh...close to the size of Rhode Island)
thus a marathon race against time
found immediate readiness to pull off roadside
to access make shift water closet
generating image firmly in pooping mode
grabbing hold of a tree trunk
(a mini rocky horror picture show, -
this analogy included for no particular reason
other than as a non-sequitur)
and also to convey, how I tried
to allay distractions
while painful contractions flowed
(perhaps approximating a woman
on verge of giving birth)
but...no matter, aye could envision,
an ever increasing heavy m**f*** load
hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments
this chap abandoned
prior simultaneous evacuation plan
starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk
(nonetheless, thy darting darting
anguish, futile lizard like lookout,
a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush
even for a measly Georgian bush
quickened nsync with ****** spasms
visual scouting industrialized
where backhoes didst crush
once a time sacred happy hunting grounds
of native Americans, now flush
with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush,
where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush
puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush
a doo doo about nothing) except sprint
ting to a void push
immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush
peopling infrastructure affixing
urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
*I'd travel to the most secluded meadow.
The last one before the mountain steeps and the trees die out amongst the rocks.
Not to swim in the lake or the lesser pond.
But to pull a single flower for you.
What else could exemplify this?
The rarity of your beauty to me?*
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
My soldier traveled across the sea.
He gazed upon twinkling purple Crete stars and thought of me.
He felt the undertones of my body in the grey blue Bahrain Sea.
I sent him my warmest love when he stared at the sparkling sun.
My soldier came home when my letters arrived.
Time was too long.
Her silky hair laid on his chest,
just as the dry Crete wind blew,
when I whispered I love you 6000 miles away.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
It rains as they put up the tent
they work as fast as they can
but still get soaked to the skin.
Once the tent is up
they climb inside.
I'm going to the shower block
to shower and change
into dry clothes
Dalya says.
The other girl
mumbles similar
and they grab their towels
and walk through the rain
to the female shower block
and go inside.
They peel off
the wet clothes
and put them under a bench
and go into the showers
and turn on the taps.
Hot water
Dalya closes her eyes
and lets the water
rush over her body and hair.
She wishes Benny was there
to wash her body with soap
his hands moving over her curves
and between her thighs
under and over her stiff *******
But he is not there
and she must do it herself
and pretend with eyes closed
that it is him there.
His hands not hers
his breath on her neck
as he whispers words.
His hands about her body
smoothing down skin.
She spreads her thighs pretending
letting out sighs.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
A Little Quiz
If you could sell a thing for lots,
Finance your yachts;
Would you boycott?
Boycott, if what you sold
Could finance wars,
Could bring worlds
To their burned-out knees,
Would you do business?
If you could earn a salary
By working in a factory
Producing weapon’s heads,
Guns, poison gas –
All granted by the local laws,
Would you do business?
A little quiz - a little Buddhist -
Prompted by
The sheer potentiality
Of personalities and crime TV
Regarded daily.
Hypothesize:
Your kids are hungry.
A Little Quiz 8.29.2017
War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
in this neo-classic house
with their partition in glass
that her reflexes still shine
in their wilderness again
that drives her tears in craft
with time to sequester their burdens
in this room with mirrors now he tread
through this capillary with imaginary ***
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
The coach drew up
at the base camp
in Malaga.
Miriam and I
got off
and eyed the scene
the area of tents
and bars
and camp restaurant
and the club house
where they had discos
in the evening until late.
We followed our guide
who showed us
where our tents were.
I was with an ex-army guy
Miriam was with
some other dame.
See you later
at the bar
she said.
Will do
I replied.
The ex-army unzipped
the tent
we clambered in
with our bags
then he zipped up again.
Better than
the last camp
he said morosely.
I placed by bag
to one side
and got out
my sleeping bag
and lay on it
to rest
for a short while.
He unpacked
his sleeping bag
(better than mine
probably ex-army)
and lay down
staring at the roof
of the tent.
He talked about
his army days
and about his mother's
new boyfriend
and how he didn't
get on with him
and how he only left
the army because
of his nerves
and depression.
I listened
but in my mind's eye
it was Miriam
there **********
and I thinking
that a blessing.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
Dalya bought a burger
at the burger joint,
bought a beer
at the camp bar.
Sat on one
of the benches,
ate the burger.
Benny sat opposite,
ate his hot dog,
sipped his beer.
They'd been
into Stockholm,
saw the sights,
ate at some cafe
that did good meals.
Rock music churned out
over the loudspeakers,
ACDC stuff.
What you doing after?
She said.
There's a disco over
by the shower block,
he said.
Don't fancy it,
she said.
Where's the Yank girl?
He asked.
She's off
with the Aussie
in the City.
My tent or yours?
Benny said.
Makes no different,
she said.
If they come back
too soon we're *******
She ate,
eyed him.
He sipped,
eyed her.
Her knees touched his
under the bench.
Won't be back
in awhile,
she said.
The ACDC ended.
Crowd noise.
Beer stink.
Burger smell.
Led Zeppelin
music started.
After we can,
she said.
My tent is best,
she added.
He nodded,
smiled.
Music got louder,
got wild.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
This world is set of vice and virtue
Good and bad play their due part
In front of Satan say we do, we do
Good ones have their way to depart
All those who are servant of God
Uphold the verdict not to astray
They are fully protected by Lord
They travel like a clear light ray
Servants of devil take double death
They carry along deplorable plight
They carry death with every breath
Their eyes are blind not to see light
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
At Hamburg
at base camp
young Dalya
says to me
what a dump
have to put
up our tents
that Yorkshire
***** couldn't
find her ****
with both hands
let alone
put up tents
but it's done
mostly by
me not her
standing there
mouth open
suggesting
this or that
I watch her
taking out
a ciggie
and light it
with my blue
cheap lighter
then lit my
cigarette
thanks she says
how'd you get
on with that
Aussie guy?
He was good
knew the ropes
had it up
in no time
I tell her
let's go for
a large beer
and burger
at some bar
she tells me
so we go
to some joint
in a field
order beers
and burgers
and French fries
I like her
she's sassy
and up front
and has nice
soft melons
pushing through
her tee shirt
she talks on
I listen
to her voice
and music
from high up
loudspeakers
some rock stuff
and wonder
if we might
at some time
in some way
nestle down
in some place
she talks on
studying
my hazel
eyes and brown
bearded face.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
That base camp at Malaga
tents and bars
and a wash-house
and showers
and best of all
of course
(after the bogs
and showers)
was the bar
and Miriam said
there's a disco tonight
at this place
you coming?
of course
why not
as long as you're here
and there's *****
I said
so we went
and it was hot
and there was too
many bodies dancing
(or such as
it was called)
and you had to fight
your way to the bar
through tides of people
in all kinds of clothing
and body smells
and hair styles
and girls with too much ****
so it blocked your way
and then once you got
to the bar you had
to make the bar keeper
understand your language
and if he could hear
through the din
of disco music
you eventually
got your drinks
and Miriam was over
in a corner at a table
she hogged
from some French guys
and she said
some guy pinched my ****
did he bring it back?
I said
she snorted through her nose
bringing up the last
drop of coke
I'm seriously
she said
sorry about that
and gave her her drink
and sipped my
*** and coke
and looked around the place
to see who may
have pinched her ****
but there were
too many bodies
dancing away
and chugging about
so I sat and said
I guess you have
a cute ****
and someone needed
to touch it to see
if it was real
maybe so
she said
but it's
my **** still.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
Auntie took me to the hut
where the wives of army men
could meet and talk
and drink tea and eat
home-baked cakes or buns
it was quite crowded
with wives and their kids
and she saw Milly
and her daughter Elsie
and walked over to them
where they were sitting
here sit here next to me
I'll get you a tea and cake
Milly said
o thank you
Auntie said
Benny you go with Milly
and she'll get you something
so I walked with Milly
and she got me a beaker
of orange juice
and I took a cake
and she got Auntie's stuff
and we walked back
Elsie was sitting
the other side of Auntie
and stared at me
as I approached
move up Elsie
Milly said
let Benny sit down
next to his auntie
Elsie pulled a face
and moved along a seat
unhappily and sat
staring at me
I wanted to sit there
she said
it's my auntie
I said
she's my Mum's friend
and my friend
Elsie said
you're not
I sat in-between
Auntie and Elsie
she pouted and glared
with her little eyes
I'm 5 and the oldest of us
so I should sit
where I want to
she muttered
I sipped my orange juice
didn't you bring your doll?
I asked her
no it wanted to sleep
and its too noisy in here
she said
maybe I can see your doll
at sometime?
I said
no it doesn't like you
she said
I nibbled my cake
did you want some
of my cake?
I asked her
looking at her
not if you've touched it
she said
Milly moved a hand across
and slapped Elsie's leg
don't be so horrible to Benny
she said
sorry about her Benny
she's got a mood on her
Milly said
and sat back
and talked to Auntie again
Elsie pouted harder
and stared at
her reddening leg
your fault
she whispered
rubbing the redness
want to look out the window
at the parade ground
and look at the soldiers
marching by
I said
she sighed softly
suppose can
she said
we got off the chairs
and walked through
the crowded room
and across to a window
at the other end
and climbed on chairs
to look out
she held my hand
to steady herself
then let it go
and we stared out
at the ground
and at soldiers marching by
I thought I saw
a tear in her
5 year old eye.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
We stopped at Madrid base camp
and I put the book
back in my duffle bag
what you reading?
Miriam said
I took the book out
and showed her
The Apostle?
what's it about?
St Paul you know
the guy who found Christ
on the road to Damascus
o him
she said
why are you reading
about him?
wanted to read
what he was like
and did
I said
she shrugged
and said
everyone for their own
salvation I guess
I put the book away
in the bag
we walked
to a base camp cafe
and ordered burgers
and cokes and sat
at a table together
who you sharing
a tent with?
she said
some young
ex army guy
I said
what's he like?
she said
he moans a lot
about the army
and his mother
and his mother's guy
whom he hates
I said
shame you can't
share with me
she said smiling
but I’ve got a tubby girl
with me who eyes
all the guys
but the guys avoid
shame
I said
maybe she's all right
o she's all right
but not my type
she smiled
maybe we should
team her up
with that ex army guy
Miriam said
then we could shack up
and have good
night together
I looked at her
don't think
he'll be interested
he's off dames as well
some girl had
let him down
a few months back
I said
shame
Miriam said
it would have been good
I guess it would
I said
we ate and drank
and went back
to our separate tents
to change
for the camp disco later
I watched her walked
with that swaying ***
and I walked back
reluctantly
over the damp grass.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
I walked Auntie's dog Dancer
across by the parade grounds
while Auntie did the washing
in the copper
the dog kept near me
as we walked
looking back at me
to make sure I hadn't got behind
we saw Auntie's friend Milly
with her 5 year old daughter Elsie
Dancer stopped and wagged its tail
and licked Milly's hand
and Elsie glared at me
hello Benny
Milly said
hello
I said
say hello to Benny Elsie
Milly said
Elsie stared at her mother
then at me
hello to Benny Elsie
she said stiffly
no you bad girl
say it properly
or I'll slap your backside
Milly said
hello Benny
Elsie said grumpily
hello Elsie
I said politely
as Auntie said I should
what's your auntie doing?
Milly said
she's doing the washing
I said
o I see
well do you want
to come to our place
and have a glass of milk
and a biscuit?
she said
Dancer too?
I said
yes Dancer too
she said
Elsie pulled a face
and we walked back
to Milly's place
the other side
of the parade ground
and we went up
some black metal stairs
and into her flat
Milly went off
to the kitchen
with Dancer following
to get him
a bowl of water
and us some
milk and biscuits
how are you?
I said to Elsie
she stared at me
like I was a bad smell
then said
hope you
don't stay long
I want to play
with my dolls
and don't want you
playing with them
boys don't play with dolls
I looked at her
trying to see
if there was a little bit
of a smile
but there wasn't
just her small lips
shut tight
and her eyes
looking at me
just come for milk
and biscuits
I said
Elsie put her hands
behind her back
and walked off
and sat on
a battered looking sofa
Milly brought us
milk and biscuits
and said to me
sit on the sofa
next to Elsie
and I'll go get
my cup of tea
off she went
and I sat next to Elsie
and she moved
along a bit
from me
and sipped her milk
and clutched her biscuits
in case Dancer came
and ate them
(which he would)
Milly came back
and sat down
in an old chair opposite
near the fireplace
with her cup of tea
well aren't
you two a pair
just like brother
and sister
Milly said smiling
don't want him
as a brother
Elsie said glumly
that's not nice Elsie
what's got into you
Milly said
Dancer came in
and sat opposite me
and wagged his tail
and looked at me
for a biscuit
I broke off a bit
and gave him some
and he took it gently
and it was gone
in the blink of an eye
then looked at Elsie
his head to one side
gazing at her
she broke off a bit
and gave it to me
to give to Dancer
and he took it gently
and then walked off
and sat down
by the fireplace
good dog
Elsie said
Milly talked
about her and Auntie
and about her husband
in Germany
and my uncle
in Korea
I sat a bit nearer
to Elsie as Milly talked
and Elsie looked at me
dark eyed and moody.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
She's back,
said Dalya,
the skinny Yank dame
is back, and shares my tent
with her perfume and talk;
her tales of whom she's had
and whom she's slept with
and how much they spent
on her and why and where.
Benny met me by the bar
in the Copenhagen base camp,
beers and smokes
and burgers and fries,
and me telling him
about the dame
and what she says
and does, and o that perfume
enough to drown in,
and he laughed
and said he heard
the Yank dame was after
the Aussie guy who
he shared a tent with
and the Aussie guy
was hot for her.
The base camp speakers
were pumping out Deep Purple,
high guitars
and bellowing vocals,
and Benny said when will
you and I get together again?
and I said
as soon as the dame goes
or leaves or shacks up
with another.
We went into the City
and saw some sights,
the Tivoli Gardens,
the Little Mermaid statue,
and had a few more beers
and smokes
and he kissed me
and it was a hot kiss,
and I wanted him,
but there was no where to go,
so I just carried
the image of him
back to my tent
and where I,
well you know.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
That time we went to Fez
and you said
it's like Biblical times
all these fecking donkeys
and camels and people
dressed like Jesus
I said to Miriam
so it was my first time
and we had to leave
the vehicle outside
the gates of the city
she said
we were sitting
at the Moroccan bar
of the camp base
sipping cokes
and had French loaf
sandwiches on plates
beside us
but it was good
I said
and that mosque
I went in was great
I had to take off
my sandals mind you
but hey the site
inside was good
I didn't go in
but that market
was out of this world
she said
she sat on a stool
beside me sipping her coke
she had a pink tee shirt
and red shorts
-I loved red-
and bare feet
I looked at the feet
recalling mouthing
her toes that night
in Malaga after
the shower
at the camp base there
and well the rest followed
I bit into the French roll sandwich
lettuce
cheese
cold lamb meat
and some kind of pickle
those women wore
those black gown things
she said
could only see their eyes
I don't think I could wear
one of those
I like to be seen
and why bother
to wear make up
or wear something skimpy
if you've got one
of those on
she said
they don't I guess
that's their religion
I said
she bit into her French roll
and was silent
she smelt
of apples and hay
and I could have licked her
but we sat and ate
and thought of the beach
and moon and stars
and ***
if not too late.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
He had a musical talent others strive to have,
I only wanted to hear him,
hear each finger as they touched the strings,
of his left handed base,
get to sit there and listen to him play,
get to hear him play,
get to maybe learn how to play myself,
or just fool around,
perks of being a lefty too,
but I haven't gotten to hear him play,
he for the time being lives far away,
and when miles don't separate us,
the time will,
the time and effort we can put in to see each other,
to hear each other,
waiting for one another will become a painful task,
every summer day will be hard to last because we just,
will eventually get tired,
the same old waiting game,
gets old fast and quick,
and if I remember correctly the last time we got to be together,
my friend felt the decency to kick,
his sack,
and the fact,
even though I repeatedly asked,
what the hell happened,
he nor she nor anyone really,
told me why,
but he told me every reason he thought could of been why,
and I know he didn't lie when he said he didn't know,
I heard him tell me everything he did know,
and that was more then enough for me to know,
how I wanted to hear him play his base,
and listen to him as I played with his hair,
I wanted him to hold me close,
like its too close for comfort,
the sweet whispers sound like screams,
but nothing's out of a bad dream,
this dream is good and real,
and you can hear and feel everything like you're meant to,
I wanted him to leave his mark,
so i'll never forget where he's been,
so it be easier to remember what he has said,
when he treats me with a respect and grace i've never been given,
and even if he does love someone else,
and I can't love him anymore than puppy love,
would I stop caring?
why would I?
even when romance wasn't on the table,
we were friends,
I wanna hear the echoes and repeats playing sound tracks of friends,
because I know I can't,
have him,
and that I dont even deserve him,
but I still want to hear him play,
his left handed base,
and everyday,
I still miss him,
and hope,
to hear him play.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
*HP sycophants
Why would someone prop up hacks
Idiots praising*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
he has a left handed base,
and I want to hear him play,
but he is in vermont,
for the winters,
but that's alright,
we can have the summers,
but I will be working,
and trying to get my truck I wanted,
and he will be waiting,
daily for me,
he will eventually get tired,
of waiting for me,
to hear him play,
right?
see,
I love him,
even though the last time I was with him,
my friend kicked his sack,
do I know why,
nope,
will he, she, or anyone tell me,
why they hell they were made at him?
nope...
but I love him,
I love his long hair,
and his honest mind,
I love how he doesn't call me pretty,
but still does with his eyes.
I love how he just means what he says,
and says what he means,
I love how he,
says he thinks he loves me,
and how he doesn't get mad when I cry,
I love when he holds me,
I love when he kisses me,
and kisses my neck,
and leaves marks,
to make sure I don't forget where he was,
I love how he doesn't make me **** him,
or **** his ****
unless I want to,
but,
I hate,
how I won't get to hear his base,
still,
and how I miss him,
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC