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*What I wanted
was never given.
Now, what they offer
is apathy—
a void all I feel.
They criticized the desert,
yet all it needed
was a drop of water.
Instead, they offered a mirage.
Now there is no mercy.
It is the rough sand—
for them,
the arid ruin they created.
Now it is a heart of stone
the fearless eye of barren storm—
a total internal reflection!
never bound by laws.*
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 8:08 AM UTC
After the sun sets
Darkness comes
Pure total darkness
Brian Hill - # 24
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
someone else?
someone same?
a person, still?
a person, sane?
dry me out
critique is that
which denies
tangential arcs
do you
see me
trying?
if a meat
will be a meat
i will be
wet as i can
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
Sung and did not miss, watch this, where'swung
a dub when we need vees lots and lots of vees
the first friendly used many vees where we use double yous
vees and bees sound so much alike, s'ard to tell
Simultaneous, as always,
other-ther things begin and end while I am contrating on
a single point being made
on a single pin,
which is
bearing witness to my assertincertainty that at least
one thousand three hundred and ninety-two messages in lieu of angels,
numbering in the billions if Sagan was right,
fit
per pineal node post initial exterior inhalation and that first draft
look at this will you wontyou willyou wontyou
one thousand three hundred and ninety-two
guitar pickers in Nashville,
Ten percent of whom are sworn to sing Rocky Top
at every open mike in town every Saturday night
and we survived, didn't starve or go plumb crazy, though we tried.
It's good to be alive and remember imagining being
abundantly more alive, and
you know
or not, I can't say.
Did you read how Paradise, California burned for lack of rain?
We heard, Down here in the Lagunas.
All kinds o' folks prayed all kinds o'ways, and it rained.
Mud-makin rain.
Is it wrong to think the rain was called, if you can't imagine
rain obeying a request for the jetstream to dip?
Not here, we think right happens
right here on purpose
if you can imagine that a prayer,
wave of a wing tip, an eagle's
with permission.
this is the eagle wing effect, rightused,
should any attribute this to butterflies in China or Brazil.
The eagle acknowledges the Pine Valley hummingbird
who consented to make its final migration,
so the rain had a path to follow.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
If I could,
I would recall them all.
The messages saying I love you,
The messages saying I hate you.
If I could,
I would recall them all.
Because I don't want your memories.
'Coz you were not destined to be mine.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
Love is what is but total sacrifice
Of life ,health, wealth and property
This is price of the sweetest spice
Of wonderful and gorgeous beauty
Love is God beauty is its real trait
Fortune dances on its eternal peak
Love is but beauty's real soulmate
Truth on its eternal edge to speak
Love is an embrace in total silence
Less tongue every part just speaks
Every sensible becomes but senseless
Beloved is silent but her heart speaks
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC
Here you are again, O Dawn,
I've become Dame Washalot reborn,
Of suds, I am a champion
of expertise in washingdom,
What did we trade off for golden rings?
Is it still that biology-is- destiny thing?
Are all men such total duds?
Do you ever feel the need to suds?
Or am I queen of the rotten mongrels? Tough!
Now, I have to vacuum, **** it up!
Vacuum now, or wash later?
Why I am a procrastinator?
This multi-tasking womanly thing,
Are wedding rings washing bling?
Whinging is fun, but no one listens,
See this washing glow and glisten!
So, here you are again, O Dawn,
Here I am, Dame Washalot reborn!!
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
Can we truly erase the mistakes a pack of lies we built this wall now its simply stands upon shifting sands and a awkward silence.
Another cruel ***** another lost ***** consumed by ego.
Did the fire simply smolder or did we do all to destroy it ourselves my dear?
Painted pictures are simply things to collect dust like worn romance novels and assorted fairytales lets fix together least maybe we can drown in this misery together aside from others bullshit.
In strangers touch and a soul to lost for you to care .
the pawn no place held for the queen how I remember you in tatters long before this scene.
Lets drop the act simply to see it die.
Burn it down to the rafters and enjoy the bliss of chaos so perfectly divine.
I no longer care and you just no longer mask your lies as well as before.
Two doses of poison never meant to mix .
Seems were the perfect storm it was a beautiful summer in hell.
A edge to sharp to stand so we simply fell for lack of nothing better to do.
The illusion has long passed .
And now only are scars remain.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
Peace, the perfect total peace in me today
When there is serenity
In my mind, heart and soul
All in harmony with the portion of me,
'The portion of my existence'.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
In my eye there is desire
In the depths of my soul burns an unquenchable fire
consuming my flaccid resolve like flax
sinking in tooth and claw
my sworn enemy is addiction
whispers in my ear and melts away conviction
Will i conquer this or perish in agony?
Will i commit to love or die tragically.
Like an elephant on my chest
this beast of burden grants no one rest.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
You were totally something else. Like a calm respite overcoming an instance of excitement. Magic and other prime words that can dictate the inarticulate adjectives that was this afternoon. Happiness and pleasure. A coexistence. To coexist. Soy.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC