Upward stare, dark sky,  I fade into the veil of night. Woven in dark heavy shrouds that blanket the earth and hold it tight.

My body rests on dew kissed grasses where the wildflowers grow..

My heart and thoughts with all I've loved and the life I came to know..

My essence now the starlit heavens, close and far away, and in the pink hued clouds of morning luminesce of  sun rays..  

In the rolling ocean blue my loved ones yearly see, when the cool breeze caresses their face you know that's where I'll be..

On my mothers garden bench she quietly rests upon, I'll be the sweet bird song that makes her smile even though I'm gone..

I just want to be an angel floating close by to wrap them in my love and hold them when they cry..

We are apart of everything always and forevermore, death isn't the end for us, it's just another door.

Your vivid colours
Delicate taste and sweet scent
Luminesce my soul

Natures*
  or *we are as ether

I
Are we as poisons,
sodium and chlorine, that coalesce and nourish?
No. We are as soldiers,
crush and caress, nimble fingers that curl in behemoth fist.

II
Are we as voltage,
joules and amps that force a heart, shocked and croaked, aglow?
No. We are as ether,
breathed and clear, black in the panoramic choke.

III
Are we as accelerants,
hydrogen and oxygen, that transfix and extinguish?
No. We are as isotopes,
radium and tritium that luminesce, blister, and singe.

IV
Are we as snow,
in the dive icing all life that will ripen by the slake of a wet spring?
No, we are as one cell,
measured splits usher all birthing, en masse a cancer trampling everything.

Dusk seeps and blurs the skyline
come the close of day
a pinky lilac ribbon
heralds night unto its stage.

The journey is a long one
clouds heavy, threaten rain
drops fall, refract a tiny world
and get wiped away again.

Yawning motorway before me
the lamps lick overhead
tarmac seams provide the beat
and keep my conscious fed.

Driving through the velvet hours
with widened, tearless eyes
I could be the last one left
under orange studded skies.

The rear view mirror silent
no followers in sight
the road ahead deserted
blank darkness left and right.

The headlights kiss a pilgrimage
from Dartford all the way
up into the Highlands
where ghosts of old clans play.

The cast of fading reason
blindness gives me bliss
mechanically motioned
riding the abyss

of barely wakeful notion
'cross the bones of England's spine
inverted patterns play upon
the windscreen all the time.

Punctuated by reflections
blue signs winking in the black
past Sheffield, Leeds and Darlington
where I'm never going back.

Driving through the darkness
steeped in rayless calm
rouged by dashboard luminesce
atramentously embalmed.

A window down to rouse me
night air beholds a trace
of perfumed secrets, blown on wings
that dance about my face.

'cross this scarred and sceptred landscape
it's said all roads lead to Rome
except the ones we love the most
that always take us home.

The snows of un-illumination
settle gently on my breast
aimed towards the mountains
running north, then turning west.

Though a social creature
I crave the company
of oneness in transition
just the road and me.

Humming, ceaseless through geography
with resonance my friend
dreaming while I'm wide awake
from beginning until end.

The shipping forecast soothes me
singing songs of gales
and this machine is just a ship
with tyres for its sails.

Out upon an ocean
of blacktop, good and firm,
through slow and haunted moments
with no need to turn.

One immeasured here to there
one simple action: drive
unknowing of the distance
only sure I will arrive.

And though dawn will surely seek me
for now I'm content to hide
among the blessed darkness
clasped by shadow deep inside.

I'm compelled to move forever
through ghosted, unlit time
the road ahead unhindered
the solitude sublime.

i wrote you poetry
i applied my soul to your heart
i gave my body for you to bend
i gave you my left hand

if i never see you again
it will be too soon

if i forget your name
it will be memory well wasted

if i learnt my lessons well
it will be tears well shed

the brevity of you presence
is a speck in my life
and cannot undo
the luminesce of my colours

you will not be missed

He opened his eyes to the morning light,
As he spoke his mind he said things will be alright.
But when the end of the day draws close,
the anticipation lingers whilst the shadows filled his lungs.
He tried desperately to gasp for light; he was alone in the cold night.
The last luminesce on the edge of an empty wine bottle dwindles.
The second glass a reminder of love never to be rekindled.

My love your beauty bursts from your dress
From fairies land you are like charming bless
From the heart of my heart I have to confess
Like golden glow your streaks to luminesce

Your charms and style make you the princess
Your emotions and sentiments make incandesce
You are the only one with qualities you possess
My love you are mine this is what is my success

Burn me with your heat by being on love seat
From my Lord you are just a wonderful treat
You surpass my soul to become my heartbeat
I am a lover poet you my beloved a blank sheet

Now I need your company for peace and solace
Allow me to kiss you and to be part of your grace
Let explore your beauty pace to pace, place to place
Allow me to take you in arms and let me embrace

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Blackberry wine and pecan biscuits ,
Crackling fires , knee high stockings , electric blankets ..
Communion with my evening star , storybooks luminesce
in a cold black venue , a hickory fire pops , vibrations travel the wood floors ..
Our reflections grace Pine paneling , elder hearts aglow on brisk , frosty , quiet nights .. Together ..

Dark blue infinity,
Oh, falling luminesce fading into the twilight,
how you dance across the silent sand!
The horizon shines as liquid sun cools rose gold along the ferrous peaks,
Endless strokes weave drifting clouds into fast sleep.

The awesome silence of finality
marries the shadowed mountains
cradling the firmament.
Sound abandons the valley as the dark hides the skyline;
Sight fails.

Callous fingers tighten across
Folding arms in the still air,
Let your eyes fall towards the ground,
Exhale the crisp invisible end,
Lungs rush towards bursting
with the weight of closure as
day, possibility, light are
Erased into sublime black.

Let us lower upturned faces,
Count moments as descending
Grains of sand mark the hourglass'
rest. Time embraces former possibility, their hands entwining,
joining the downcast face now
grasped by the gorgon sorrow's snare.

Rise and fall, do our dreams and hopes, creaking ribs, shifting fabric, against the petrified chest engulfed in apocalyptic surrender.

Oh, talisman of Perseus,
Cursed for resisting cruelty,
Fated to suffer despite devotion, grace, and righteous indignation,
Medusa, terrible bearer of this same curse,
What fools are we?

What monstrous resemblance does  the frozen fool now share with the ****** priestess' unfortunate victims still standing statuesque  amidst the ruins of her world?

Stone-cold eyes blink endlessly,
The figure's petrified form bears the weight of starlight and the moon's temple.

Witness as futures unfold! Gaze, like Delphi's Oracle once did as man, future, and marble pillars become a singular spectacle.

What possibility shot into the heavens, now out of reach? What mortal joy falls at each day's end joining Helios and the sun elsewhere?

Call it tragedy! Some claim her despair! Oh Dante, how wickedly you call this nightmare a comedy,
Witness as the body discovers it's dream long-gone,
whispered about by lorekeepers and bards,
The vanguards of worlds such as this one,

Jolting skyward, his jaw clenches, glazed eyes turning,
Tumbling as his form reanimates,
Walk now into that abyss.

Called myth, utopia, inferno or sometime's paradisio,
All these too are visions of man,
- Which we may
Pursue but none come to obtain -
ever fading into the absolute silence
lain now to rest amidst
the chill of the desert breeze.

I have winnowed words from red earth
Birthed mad poetry in silence
Rumbled under sullen skies
Cast my cries to the birds of the air
The cadence of  mind
Blind expectations
Venerations
The ache of angels and soliloquied
Mantras of savants and idol fools
I’ve plated my thoughts with bits of
Sugared glaze to coat the rendered
Offering dolloped in the sickened
Fawning
My voracious ego tasteless
Vinegar on the palette
The sweat of my brow spat out
In a shallow glass
The circumstance of banality
Nothing more than the dull ache
At the base of your spine
You dismiss me by degrees
Inconsistencies
Secrets grow fangs and
Spider themselves webbed
Close to the bone
Crunched underfoot
Weary words spin in the thin air
Senseless surrendered chattel
Trace my petty dreams in the dust
Of the space between
You and me and we
Will never grasp the significance
Of a blade of grass
Or the depthless black ocean
Where your terrors luminesce
On the cusp of a pirate moon
You breathe the algorithms
Temporal
And I have lost my taloned grip
On your poet soul
TL Boehm
04/2013

Up and down this long lost road,
lost amoung,
things once known.
We search for rest
through winding mountains and
perilous valleys.
As headlights race
through countless alleys
in their seeking glow,
we seek to learn,
we seek to know.
They bask the homes
in electric luminesce
as they slumber together,
and as we ride alone,
radio turned low,
thoughts turned high,
pedal to the floor,
destination: unknown.
We drive these roads,
these roads drive us,
some roads once,
some roads many,
some roads home,
many roads
home.

I feel my mediums
are more numbered than the stars
poetry is my venus
and performing is my mars
in the same solar system,
arts suspended in space
they glow, luminesce,
their light illuminates my face,
my soul, my heart, my words
in motion
like orbiting planets
in an empty, endless ocean

but I am like a passing comet
souring in the universe's pocket
I do not spend eternity
in any single gravity,
instead I shine by
many lights:
every art along my flight

a single snap, sparks the lux
crowns us here in the mind
along all moments and pieces of time
they scatter in a constant motion
expanding exquisite for the aftermath

blazing fusion usher’s nightfall
superior fragments kindle astral
answer to the celestial roll call
the regiment reaches star to star
form a cosmos near and far

somersaulting ravenous to brighter
deprivation bends an arrow
strikes a moving target cold
taps light upon your window
the stars surrender one of their own

a beacon seeks an ethereal soul
the desire to pair in the ember glow
subtle turns to tumble mellow
descent mimics slow falling snow
a luminesce weeping fusion

this fallen star aptly reflects
heavens majestic attempt
behold a mortal celestial guide
the existence of divine
glistens in one last flicker

a long look into the sky
never bending a knee
stretches shadows over our eyes
we seldom peek beyond happenstance
holding tight to a wish already spent

a single snap, sparks the lux

I.
The gleaming moon shined light
Emits bright luminesce, Paul holding his breath.
Floats over the hills
Valleys and streams, shadow of doubts.
Count it, another star rises!
And falls burning.
He wonders about the lantern of faith,
hides an omen of a stormy night

II.
Of those star turbulences of tragedy
Of these days passed with no respite

He lifted the lantern, his soul withstood.
He pondered on a one-way path
Confused but never scared, Listen－
the mountains echoed

III.

A lantern luminates its own soul
and
you are my light, Paul mumbles,
Absorbing all sparkles， Look
over folk lore, they glow.
Glittery magic, under a mellow hill
He lifted the lantern, a full moon
the faith and fairies bestow

04/July/2020

Music speaks of a warming sun
Of a journey that has just begun
It’s an echo of the adjourning moon
A reminder that daybreak will come soon

It’s a soothing melody to ease our tears
A conciliating song to quench our fears
It cries out a sorrowful strain
It speaks of love and joy and pain

It tells of a breaking heart
Of a message yet to impart
Times of luminesce felicity
Times of complex simplicity

Music has traveled the sunshine’s beams
It’s traipsed along the river’s streams
Still it satisfies our eager ears
And will live on to do so for many years

Music is wonders abound, encased inside
The rhythm that ebbs and flows with the tide
Beguiling notes made to enthrall
And in a trance we rejoinder it’s call

— OrcasTogether

your four to my nine
your pale to my luminesce
your density to my pure brilliance
your lower bases to my edifice highness
your grossness to my sublime refinement
your anguished noises echoing your emptiness
your delusions speaks your shame and insecurities
yours is finding refuge in mendacity and your poverty of wit
your little tools and limits of your incapacity enshrines your rages
yours are the open sores that weeps in defiance pointing bent fingers

twilights habitual reach
trickles softly
arises a shade covering
drapes the frame to a view
imposes with a lean
lounges in a requiem
perched upon a window brink
fallen sleepless again
gazing the horizon

inspires a simple measure
the shimmer closer
a marvel of visible light
strikes the window blind
touches battered and savage
scatters in a sea of sparks
impressions delight
the agony to defy
the stars falling from my eyes

a push to a step
a plunge in the luminesce
entwined inside a twinkling
twisting, turning ,receding
dwindles for a crushing flux
spills of white
shine of gold
spinning silver bright
dims the darkness cold

soar in the heavens
seek to find
a place to die
no remorse
not a single cry
the smallest things
now hidden inside
this is where
I reside


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan