And here I am
Throwing yo Iin the bathroom
I'm a iiiye
Upset
If can't tell.

Why not choose me your
Love and thing
In use

You make me ****


It's a stand alone complex
Ghost in the shell
Animatrix.

A shared cab toghther we grasp the nights end.
black stockings a well fitting suit hours have died torwards a blissful ending sidewalk's paint the
after thought as faces that  ghost's haunt other stories later I'll cast thoose stories towards paper.

Rearview glances traces memeories moved along silkend thigh.
In warmth  we cast aside a New york streets cold does this city sleep in time when even I seem worn?
Streets past my thoughts still will not erase a sense of no direction but a ending is always clear.

Above the lights apartment view downward we cast care topassion met in bed left as reackless
desire spinning yarns scattred across the floor.
A blizzrd outside seldom matches  the fire within.

Time makes us care and the effect never seems to last.
Goobye we set are eye's to a path we never seem to once again cross.
Iin bouban scented clothes tainted from the nights exploits washed clean in regert.

Maybe another night we will exist as starnger only to return to bed's now treated as tomb.
I cant imagine the direction through the door another shall fill the past's role.
Lovers and fools resemble each other all to often.

But what of the stranger who catches a nights tressure  from life's rear view.
A empty bar seats turned apon tables to sweep away dust like thoughts ive burried and broken glass.
Love like a match book is often burned up in passions and choices often given little thought.

A cab ride cross town takes such a diffrent view alone.
Maybe faces passed now can be given light.
through a srcambled haze the pen does embrace page.

Another night was the theme it's ending may never be the same.

To understand the edge is only to have crossed it at some point.
words like punches in some drunken brawl never lose there sting.

I spiral in directions and embrace every vacant streets view chasing all  lost cause but
never you.
Time has broken the clock set in stone was the nights moment i forever cast in a fools time.


                                           The end  till next time

Even if for a decade that high rich man
Did not his business plough again
By leaving his many a big furrow
Of investments away to fallow;
He shall never in this life have
Any lack and want, nor shall crave
And beg he for ordinary food and meat
That his everyday portion he can duly meet,
Seeing by the almighty virtue of
His billions--a more than enough
Substance that has been tucked away for
Many years to come--succour
Of the soul there is for his family
And him: from poverty they're free.





Howbeit this other low indigent fellow,
Who does his cherished trade follow
iIn detail and with diligence daily--
Praying for favour divine early--
Is still like pigs wallowing in penury,
And having no house nor a Miss to marry.
Though he's a plumber that slumbers nay; thanks
Not at all to bad economy that betimes ranks
And puts him amongst the honourable poor,
Who're seeking noble relief from door to door,
Living an inclement life devoid of comforts.
Though working as a ******; yet his efforts
And daily striving are all but a waste,
An one that reckons as no pleasant taste.

Pace non trovo e non ** da far guerra,
e temo e spero; ed ardo e son un ghiaccio;
e volo sopra 'l cielo e giaccio in terra;
e nulla stringo, e tutto 'l mondo abbraccio.

Tal m'ha in pregion, che non m'apre né serra,
né per suo mi riten né scioglie il laccio;
e non m'ancide Amore e non mi sferra,
né mi vuol vivo né mi trae d'impaccio.

Veggio senza occhi e non ** lingua e grido;
e bramo di perir e cheggio aita;
ed ** in odio me stesso ed amo altrui.

Pascomi di dolor, piangendo rido;
egualmente mi spiace morte e vita;
iin questo stato son, Donna, per voi.

February 6, 2011 at 10:09pm

Why I just don't like thee..

I don't like thee's annoying messy hair
               that flips through the air...
I don't like thee's funny and low voice
               that I have to listen with no choice...
I don't like thee's huge and chubby body
              he looks more like a bunny...
I don't like thee's smile and crazy looks
              it just make me bow and read my book...
I don't like thee's weird and mysterious glances...
             it pounds my heart to dance...
I don't like thee's soft and gentle light..
            he makes me feel weak inside...
I don't like thee's warm and cuddling arms
           he's like a hunter that senses harm...
I don't like thee's way of saying my name
           because he says it not just as same...
I don't like thee's being right all the time..
           for when he opens his mouth I'm silenced...
I just don't like thee at all....

For it is not just liking thee that make me feel this way
          an incomparable joy that takes my blues away..

FOR I DO LOVE THEE..

I love  his hair
          as it plays into the air
I love as he speaks in funny and low voice
          that makes me listen as the only choice
I love his huge and chubby body
          he's actually cuter than a bunny
I love how he smile and his crazy looks
          I just blush and pretends to read my book
I love the weirdness and the mystery of his glances
          it make my heart to gracefully dance
I love his soft and gentle light
          Iit weakens my soul inside
I love the warmth of his cuddling arms
          I know it can protect me from any harm
I love the way he says my name
          there's no one who can say it as same
I love it when he is always right all the time
          Iin my amazement I am silenced...

**I JUST DO LOVE THEE..
WITH GREATER REASONS SAID ABOVE...
WITH REASONS THAT MY MIND CANNOT EVEN UNDERSTAND...
I JUST LOVE YOU
NO MATTER HOW MY LIPS CRITICIZE AND DENY
MY HEART BEATS THIS ONE LINE...
I LOVE YOU
AND I HOPE YOU DO KNOW...

There are moments sacred
in that predawn sanctuary of your arms
I still drift away
Serene in the ebb and flow of light.
Quiet blue eyes that see only me
And the vision is enough
Your voice as you pray.
Distant drumming thunder
I dance
Hands outstretched
Fingertips wet with remembrance of the rain.
You are love without shame.
Embrace me with weathered hands
And I am safe
Tracing scars and storylines
Little boy laughter and airplane rides
Newborn pups cupped in your palms
So many tears wiped clean
From my cheeks
When the deluge in my heart crashes through....
I find sanctuary
Iin the rise and fall of your chest
As you sleep wrapped around me
And there are moments sacred
When chaos fades
And you are all I see…
TL Boehm
08/24/10

For my husband - with love....

In Love Spell
Your cup of beauty is like a divine wine
Your sweet figure is so pure and graceful
Beauty redefines the sweet love line
My love being faithful I am so grateful
My sweetheart you are like dawn of the day
For your charming playful graces I seek
Hide and seek iin a most sweet romantic way
Let us grow and glow to the highest peak
Let me love, praise and embrace in love spell
Let me praise your like an ancient deity
Let me be only yours land et me be infidel
Let us be the followers of spontaneity:
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright July 2021 Love Remains

A hurting heart
with a broken smile
Only when no one is home

Warm hearted
& none stop smiling
When I am no longer alone

Putting up a show
Iin which how/whom I wish
to be & feel

Yet behind the curtains
you will not recognize me

This is who I am
& how I feel

Lost, & hopeless
If you will.

Do not call again
I do not want to hear you voice
The same one you used to tell me that I was perfect
Perfect for you
The voice that yelled out « I hate you »
The voice that thretened and said « I do not want to see you again »
The voice that smirked, then smiled and said « I do not ever want to see you again »
The pity iin your voice is all fake
The remorse in your voice is a little to late
The hope in your voice has been practiced and perfect
The relief iin your voice is coming
There was never an « us »
Only « My this » and « My that »
Only « because I am a man »
Only « because i said so »
This only happened and got dragged out because it had always been one sided
I was only part of a nasty drunken truth or dare game
So lets get this over with a coin toss
Heads or Tails it’s still your loss

The highway long since reclaimed,
in the years after man,
we never leave a permanent. mark,
though we think we can.

Asphalt returns to dirt,
glass returns to sand,
eventually even steel oxidzes,
returning iron to the land.

iIn the years after man,
much healing will endure,
despite. our thoughts contrary,
humans were but a virus to be cured.

In the blink of an eye,
the earth returns to it's original. state,
another species comes along,
to draw on a blank slate.

Pace non trovo e non ** da far guerra,
e temo e spero; ed ardo e son un ghiaccio;
e volo sopra 'l cielo e giaccio in terra;
e nulla stringo, e tutto 'l mondo abbraccio.

Tal m'ha in pregion, che non m'apre né serra,
né per suo mi riten né scioglie il laccio;
e non m'ancide Amore e non mi sferra,
né mi vuol vivo né mi trae d'impaccio.

Veggio senza occhi e non ** lingua e grido;
e bramo di perir e cheggio aita;
ed ** in odio me stesso ed amo altrui.

Pascomi di dolor, piangendo rido;
egualmente mi spiace morte e vita;
iin questo stato son, Donna, per voi.

Pace non trovo e non ** da far guerra,
e temo e spero; ed ardo e son un ghiaccio;
e volo sopra 'l cielo e giaccio in terra;
e nulla stringo, e tutto 'l mondo abbraccio.

Tal m'ha in pregion, che non m'apre né serra,
né per suo mi riten né scioglie il laccio;
e non m'ancide Amore e non mi sferra,
né mi vuol vivo né mi trae d'impaccio.

Veggio senza occhi e non ** lingua e grido;
e bramo di perir e cheggio aita;
ed ** in odio me stesso ed amo altrui.

Pascomi di dolor, piangendo rido;
egualmente mi spiace morte e vita;
iin questo stato son, Donna, per voi.

A SUNRISE AWAKEN
A NIGHT WELL SLEPT
MY SOUL WAS SAFELY KEPT
IT’S A NEW DAY TO GET UP
IT MIGHT BE ANOTHER DAY TO BE FED UP
BUT STILL IIN THE LIVING AND THAT’S A BLESSING
MY THOUGHTS OF THE MORNING
LOOKING IN THE MIRROR YAWNING
TIME TO REFURNISH MY FACE IN BEING PREPARED FOR THE NEW DAY
THINKING POSITIVE EVERY STEP OF THE WAY
I HAVE A PRESENTATION TO MAKE
IT’S THE COMPANY’S SALES AT STAKE
I HOPE THE CLIENT DOES TAKE
THIS WILL BE MY MOMENT TO SHINE
I AM DRESSED AND READY TO GO
ONCE I ARRIVE AT WORK, I WILL BE READY FOR THE SALES PRESENTATION SHOW.