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The watchman
What dark thoughts hold my gaze
That others feel joy without remorse
Long have I looked for loves embrace
To be free from such recourse
I was cursed at my birth - this skin is not my own
My spirit’s nerves are twisted
Justifying a condemned worth, from seeds poorly sown
And darkened hearts passion resisted
This is all I call my own
There is no mark for ship to sail
In this sea of ever dark clear waters
At night we keep awake, in hopes dark won't fail
to keep safe another, from senseless marauder
Held out to sink in stormy gale
Beyond all measure, there is recourse to collision
Nature for her worth, ameliorate provide
This in time, impossible seems revision
Can only push broken hearts aside
Long ago, I suspected improvement
But that mind was young and poorly tested
Such low directions seem better amusement
And bitter the blow, when I reality bested
Mistaken long ago; the fix be simple
Said so by those in words authority rare
Had me ready to try, eager and nimble
On this whim I bent, rejected the tear
A nobler man than me I resembled
For a time it seemed well, for a time it seemed right
Resilient in motion, and strong in day’s revel
But the illness it crept and shifted so slight
in its smooth spotless way, gashed by a devil
day was subdued by night
This; then I wish I had known, or told,
Other minds afflicted - but pity spared
Pathology spoken, and hands took hold
Dantalion awoken, engaged and declared
No pity for Dantalion’s stare
A baron of hell come forward to resist
No rest from his call, no shadows to hide
God made amends, in hope I subsisted
footsteps corrupted in unholy stride
Voices echoed hissed, and fallen beside
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A higher purpose in this may gleam
For rules are unbroken, unbent
Such a hope without rend, is only a dream
In bleak barren isles, sows seeds of resent
Seen fleeting in wistful steam
I abided by your laws by force of will
No pride could be worth such change
Imposing rigid and shrill,
And gratifying others in sour blame
In darkness bring, now I live,
But smile in the sun
Play of dauntless, hardening
Embracing in me self-shun
To break free, and proclaim this face
No desire within is greater
To be shown to anyone for its sake
that my face to even a friend could
Be known
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I wanted to feel then; when eyes met,
you smiled brightly at me
A Moment of joy in that grin,
But longer pain, for a moment of glee
How it turned out this way
Why joy feels so empty in passions free
Hearts echo in its screams, can not tell
Demanding lash out, for to feel anything
Enforced in miscounted play
My body is mute, deaf and pale
But all senses remain intact
Robbed at birth by a devilish wail
And my soul screams out from
a body cracked
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Like a hero, purpose impassioned bore the slack
And long sustained a body starved
But much was stolen and wanted back
In tired time, resent in noble soul
Was carved
Here myself I find in fact
My fruition other’s pain would cause
But pain in self with great impact
Hides in bright day to save another's pause
Greatest Hurt dealt from time ago
And still I seek for moments rest
The cliffs on which destroyed the boat
That the remainder of my life is jest
to faces that will never know
In youth, the gait of joy had life and warm would flow
Entreating pleasant waters shore
Now years of weight since long ago
Moments once glad; warm no more
The Truer pain is yet to pass
For the years I’ve yet to live
Broken sadness, set to wrath
At my own soul bound
indeterminative
No smile was flashed without longing
For a person I can never touch
And no man can charge in wronging;
I am the perfection of a needless crutch
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
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 hallowed 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
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC
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
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
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?
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Strengthen these arms
for they only exist to hold up the black canopy
that is the night sky
May these legs find purchase
on this expanse of tilth
that has received the boon of yesterday's cry
Feel the cadence of my skipping heart
resulting in the breeze of faltering breaths
lulling you as you lie
Comfort the tremors of these quivering lips
as they whisper forth
promises of mysterious galaxies and
cryptic nebulae
These eyes would cast their gaze;
assuming the role of sentry
guarding from all who would pry
My being... My entirety was put here
so that your bed would remain safe
from future's winds come silent and sly
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC