Maybe. Maybe this could work.
Maybe you and I could see each other in a different light,
create a different life together.

Maybe. Maybe we could show everyone that love isn't all heartbreak
and that it isn't always bad. That it can be beautiful.

Maybe. Maybe we could prove doubters wrong and make known
that giving up isn't always the solution.
That problems have answers and issues can't be solved.

Maybe. Maybe we could not only walk a path together, hand in hand,
but maybe we could pave the road of contentment and lead those with curious minds.
Maybe we could bring about such wonder and leave others guessing how this became so good.

Maybe. Maybe we could set a bar.
A bar that others believe is hard to reach but is simple with the right mindset and the determination to love with such passion.

Maybe. maybe we could let others know that it's okay to worry,
but not enough to the point where everyone knows your next move.
Let them guess. Keep them wondering.
They want to know, believe me.

Maybe we could show the world that love is genuine and kind.
Maybe we could prove that outsiders do not matter as long as you and I have each other.
That no matter what trials may come,
love will conquer them all.
*10913

You failed to understand my feelings thru and thru
My sweetheart from the very beginning  I love you
On petals of love your beauty comes like drop of dew
You are new in love pursuit so let me take it to pursue

My beloved life is just full of so many ups and downs
Lovers at times are beggars and at another wear crowns
lovers at times like clowns at another heroes in towns
They are the ones who pave there way from shutdowns

My beloved please take me in arms I am totally broken
Rivals laugh at me and take all this as a pun and a fun
Only you are my beloved in this burning desert with Sun
There is none but only you are my real love my passion

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I mistreated you
I cheated you of a freedom needed for us to mend.
I was wading, waiting just to swim again.
against the tides is where I’ll find the path to pave the space needed
to make way for every ounce I couldnt appreciate
Never sing a song to a woman who wants to leave
I’ve turned into a madman, I think that’s enough for me
Will I make it to the end we’ll just have to wait and see
I ain’t Think that far yet but there’s no time to be
The one to hold you in his arms when your heart bleeds
I can’t humanize my **** disguise we’ve parted ways
My soul and I Parlay
prequels fondly pondered I’ve tread onward
focus was astray
Ive taken bigger bites than one can chew
Without a stain
I’ve seen it through
I came to play with aftermaths
And whatever’s left of sanity
don't know it all and won't pretend i Am saint
To me, imposing my beliefs would be deceit
Can’t captivate
man who has refused to see
Reduce the heat, don’t slave away for poverty
Its uncommon to solve problems with commodities
You’ll have to seek beneath the skin
My best attempt was making peace with the friends ship
allowed to sink
I keep the channel open, hoping that we meet before it ends.
I'm finding new approaches to the dreams I will transcend.
Now with all I know I can make sense of the events, a toast to the amends .

1/20/10


thrill me
oh dangle tooth will
& chop shop boy
& chop suey love
  rain spilling in the park
a child in the dark
lost on the broken bench
beneath the old iron light
green, hungry, oh
want
thrill me
dying flame thrill
ill with ur 1 way so down
highway
paving the sound    track of our death

I suppose if the arts had any real power
Michaelangelo's David could have healed my brother
Rimbaud could have saved Hiroshima
Monet could have painted the world in shades of peace
Desiderata could have protected me
But this is the real world
And where poetry once grew comes the art of fabrication
Dali's obras are no longer enough to make me forget
Moonlight Sonata never warned me of this hurt
The waltz never healed a broken family

I suppose if the arts had any real power
Beethoven wouldn't have gone deaf
Van Gogh would have been happy
Hemingway would have loved better
And Ginsberg wouldn't have been afraid to love

Yet here they all are
When the only light I see is on hundred year old canvas
When the only solace I have is a dead man's words
When the only thing that keeps my heart thundering
Is the promise of a Boticelli ending in Picasso figures
All colors, beauty, light and metaphors
The promise of a Renaissance gleaming in the ashes of prose

This is the real world
I suppose if the arts had any real power
It would heal more than just my heart
It would build me a new Garden of Eden
And I'd pave a way to nirvana
So the world could join hands
And start anew

But it's saved me for now
That is enough.

I must remind myself that the times have been much worse before. I have seen darker days and I have touched light in the purest form. I know that we are amongst bad decisions and unlucky circumstances but we are not hopeless. We are never hopeless. We are relentless in our fight through humanity. We dance with illusion and flirt with temptation. Our hands are callused with fear and we continue to hammer away at these dreams, trying to bury them because we are too afraid to make them into the skyscrapers they ought to be. But no matter, things could be much worse. I am thankful for the air pumping through my lungs and the blood running live a river in my veins. I know that there is still a path, but I’m going to have to pave it myself. This is what instills the most fright within me. I often make wrong turns when I am given directions and now I have no destination in mind. I am just trying to have better days. I must remind myself that we are not hopeless. We are never hopeless.

Burned lips, charcoal lungs prowling for a breath.
Death wags its tail smells for a flesh to sink its teeth into.
Mortal man;
Entangled in the sweet web of addiction. Caught in a suicidal company. Yet, never strayed.
Something beats within my frame. A rotten heart. Shallow, but it evokes pain.
Eyes dimmed by apathy. My bleeding wrist soaked the canvas in red.

Instable mind,
Infected void,
A vulnerable body which greets the morning with a fever. Between the fingers holding a brand new
*** subsides the itching.
Mediocre,
Lacking lustre,
Pushing pain into poetry and prose. Subconsciously, I, emulate the old dogs and the papery white
moon smirks at my endeavour.

With a razor,
With a rope,
I, tried to bid this poet a farewell. But, he never departed.
Madness off the leash,
Broken tiles of dreams pave the floor. Not the stars.
But,
Hung bodies crowded the sky.
I'm a cheat, a thief.
Sadness in a vessel. A dying light in the night and what made you think you could save me?

Lost in world filled with adrenaline rush,
where every small and beautiful dream can be crushed.
Holding on to a tiny twig to get to the shore,
because even asking for something won't get you more.
Keeping alive the flame of hope burning,
even though the feeling of realism is churning.

Trying to rebuild a world after a storm,
dying to give your shapeless life a form.
Nothing is easy, but being cynical isn't a necessary option,
there's no harm in trying before absolute devastation.
We all survive this world before we go to bed,
we are doing a better job than being dead.

So yes, sometimes things may seem impossible,
but life isn't that terrible.
Nothing comes easy in life, nothing comes in hand,
it's a harsh reality you have to just understand.
So just be strong enough and pave a way,
and you'll get what you want someday.

the air is warm
and the pave is hot
watch passing storms
smell of BBQ, in my nose it got.

twinkling wake within the pool
sun glaring down keeping us dry
refresh with a drink that is cool
none of us with a care and we don't have to try.

nothing ever feels wrong
warm fire in the eve
music, you just have to sing along
i never want these feelings to leave.

but yet here we are
when winter comes we will morn
if we can wait a year and get that far
soon the honey suckle will be reborn.

and oh how i miss that
our honeysuckle summers each year
no longer it stays, my heart is now flat
for just a fading memory ringing through my ear

Truths seem to come
along, lies find out
reasons to creep over.
The same way.
Did and done,
keep it all and leave it
with no explanation.

Take the whole not loosen up,
by distraction fall in line
until closely all is scattered.
Moments aren't things
but things like them plain fully
are what hands have got
to pave the void of rhymes.

Dry skies against the wall
my shoulders too,
must run a mile
and keep the distance
from where I'm just too far gone.

Padding feet upon the sand
Seeking out the trailing thread
Following the strange new land
Beyond the waters of the dead.

The oceans silent, cold and dark
Part for those who fear not harm
Gleaming stars, pale and stark
Lend their pallid, leading charm.

They pave the way for those to come
Show the lost souls where to go
Give light to those who have none
And curse the day in voices low.

Those who wander, those who fall
Brave enough to seek the shore
The wonders of this land enthrall
And capture with enchanting yore.

Dawn calls many home again;
I have just returned from there.
The land of bitter waters deep
Calls those with dirges dark to bear.

For the burdened, for the weak
The dark of sleep is always home
Ever returning, come to seek
The reprieve absent from the dawn.

Monsters crawl up from the shores
Storm-tossed skies betray the world
Born between the victim's sores
Far beyond horizons hurled.

This world I visit every night
And you may too, betrayed by fear
Trading horrors for your light
*The things we do, imprisoned here.

Past day’s slog for the bread
From the sky above the deserted street
I beg a poem in my head.

A sparky thought from congealed weariness
Then rises from the pave
And in starlight as I follow its trace
A night warrior is reborn from day’s slave!

Its grace saves the mind chiseled arts
Rejuvenates the dreamer for another day
Forgotten is all the pain all that hurts
From breaking point life comes back to stay!

From the hungry eyes’ glow down below
From the heavens above me spread
From the unseen nocturnes of tomorrow
I beg a poem in my head.

What about the millions who are dying?
What about the people who haven't suffice?
What about the terrorism worldwide?
What about anything that is important but not handled wisely?
What about that once promised peace and justice?

****** and bloodshed,
Famine everywhere,
Children without shoes, clothes and shelter everywhere,
Running through the hustle bustle,
To earn to feed and live their lives in peace,

Children of Adam,
What should be done O God to help the poor,
To wipe away the creeping pain and sorrow,
O children of Eve,
Is this how you picture your own kids?

The fancy cars,
Trunks loaded with guns and grenades,
Women mistreated and marked *****,
Is this the way it should be done?
Is this why we have been sent to earth?

To smoke ****,
Drink alcohol,
And spit dirt on girls,
To disrespect and ****,
To solve through bribing,

Is this what we teach our children?
That shop lifting is okay?
Or taking away thousands of lives and you shall not pay,
Is this what we want?
Is it?

O God we join in unison,
And say a short but important prayer,
Please help these people,
Bring them back to the right path,
Show and lead the way because without you we all may pave away.

When I'm full of condensed regret
And the clouds are spitting down
Blame, shame, and hatred
Like shards of glass they embed
Inside my worn, dusty skin;
Leaving pores wide open
To leak out staining sin.
Streaks of black and red
Pave my road of death.
It's raining inside my head,
And my brain is an umbrella skeleton,
Crooked and rusty, offering no protection.

-SLuR

there is endless magic
within the havoc
of the wounds
that dress
your knees

i hope you
kiss the scars
that they all leave

and that you believe
they pave the way
for you to reach
your wildest
dreams ♥

Tuhade layi je ladna paya mainu taqdeera naal,

Haske mai lad laungi tuhadi khushiyan waal.



Tuhade waal je aaya koi dukhe ve,

Saamne mai khadungi mahiye.



Chhetti chhetti aaja jaane meriye,

Bade cher tou tuhadi yaad aundiye.



Ik pal vi tuhade baajo reha nai jiunda,

Sab tou khushnaseeb haa mai tussi jo mile tohfa rabb da.



Mai tuhadi si, tuhadi haa, tuhadi hi rahangi,

Tuhade saaha naal hi sadde saah chalde jaani.



Saddi har khushi tuhade naal ve,

Tussi meri zindagi ** jaan aye meriye.



Sadde ehsaasa ch vi rooh jiundi,

Bin chue vi mehsoos kr lendi.



Es pagli nu mera paglu hi samjh sakda,

Tuhade bajo ek pal vi dil nahi lagda.



Raatan nu neend ni aundi,

Tuhade khayalan ch mai khoyi rendi.



Tussi aisi nigaahan mainu takeya,

Mere dil,rooh jaan ch bs ohi chehra vaseya.



Sawere uthde vi sab tou pehla tuhada naam mai lendi,

Tuhanu hi har janam mai os rabb kolu mangdi.



Lawan baahan ch samet kaayenaat assi,

Jado lawo sanu aapde seene naal tussi.



Tuahde naal jahan sadda,

Sab tou anmol tukda ** sadde dil da.



Chand naal chandani je,

Taareyan naal raat ve.



Tuhade naal saddi har zindagi ve,

Sacchiyan mohabbbatan tuhade naal la baithe.



Jithe jithe tussi hove,

Tuhade picche picche sanu hi pave.



Tuhade naam assi kr ditta har janam,

Har dadhkan ch tuhadi chahat haigi sanam.



Saada har mukaam tuhadiyan hi raahan ch,

Jeena marna sab tuhadiyan baahan vich.



Bhaagan wali haa mai jo mileya saanu eho jeya mahiya,

Mainu mera sohneya saddi jaan tou vi piyareya.



Gale ch mangalsutra,

Baneya raksha sutra.



Tuhada naam jado sadde naam nu poora kareya,

Tuhade kol mera dil ve sadde pyaar di nishaniya.



Chhetti chhetti aaja mahiya le ja aapdi jaan nu aapda bna ke,

Hatthan ch mehndi, baahan ch chudiyan, matthe tey sindoor aapde naam da bhar ke.

You let me hunger
so that I
starve for You-
without You, die.

You let me hunger
so I know
upon my heart
You want to sow.

You let me hunger
so I feel
satisfaction
when I kneel.

You let me hunger
so I see
priceless Love
upon that tree.

You let me hunger
so I seek
Your strength when
my will is weak.

You let me hunger
so my heart
knows from it,
You'll never part.

You let me hunger
because You thirst
for me to always
love You first.

Lord, I am hungry.
Fill me up
with your Flesh-Bread
and Life-giving Cup.

Lord, I am hungry.
Let me starve.
Upon my heart
Your trademark carve.

Lord, I am hungry.
Thank you, though.
For without hunger
I'd never know
how much I filled
my life with things
that dull Your brilliance
and make kings
of worldly pleasures.
Let me crave
Your Word alone
and help me brave
this war of willpower.
Pave the way
to Your Kingdom
for there I'll stay
for all eternity
if I
let You consume me
till I die.

As we lay upon our comfortable bed at night, with barely time for insight
when suddenly we are startled by a memory or dream or perhaps a fright.
It is called as it always has been by the curious name of "Karma".
When we witness a terrible act or cause an accident of huge proportion
that drives our very soul to frightening evil  contortion...it will be "Karma"
That is not to say "Karma" always blows an ill wind for it does not
it bears with it the payment for debts you truly have sought.
If your soul has been gentle and kind, forgiving and with love
"Karma" will guide you and lead you somewhere special on the wings of a dove.
If greed and lies and deceit have been your course throughout your days
"Karma" will repay you in many more complicated ways.
It is wise not to tamper with the ways of "Karma" or try to avoid her path
for "Karma" like the mythical devil carries a burden of fearful wrath.
None of us can steer her ship or raise her blackened sails
all of those who in the past have tried blow in her wintry gales.
Once done a deed of fearful wrath to hinder the souls of men
must simply now resort themselves to simply wonder when,
that knock will come upon your door, perhaps the fires burn,
per chance your dreams will fall apart those for all you yearn.
"Karma" will be there when all those leave your side
But it is with her judgment and her choice you will abide.
Be not late in making ways to pave your way to peace
For "Karma" has no patience and never gives release.

Your use of words
of late, I have noticed,
seize the cold light of day
snowball the pack ice
send a shudder down the spine
hail the dawn of an audible ice age
lest if only
One would listen

that loquacious nature
left to stew in the freezer
the embodiment of toxic wine
your preferred after taste;
the sediment of choice
demands a selective palate

we have bulldozed
The Garden of Eden
now only the Snake remains
offering the bitter-sweet apple
to those who oblige
pave the way for emotions
to argue their objections
a subjective nature
in acerbic tones
fierce and unwavering;
the adulation of the Other

A raised eyebrow
denotes a self-centred assuredness
that anyone else
with a deft hand for art or language
is clearly a copy of the blueprint
your ingenious creation;
such is the intellect you abide by
that of your own reckoning

Your argument
is the passing of an iceberg
perhaps fleeting
the early evening;
the disingenuous melt
of your carbon-cloaked temper

My riposte
will be your undoing
defeat by the warmth
of the passing Sun;
embrace that which you chase
see what you dont see
agree to disagree
is the sympathy
for your antipathy

Boundless dusk above forsaken intuitions
Stones with ancient seeds
Yet the roots can breathe
The earthly exuberance                                                       ­                       
The naked secret of our song
That manipulates my tounge
Redden from you and I
The contact of our lips
Simulating my hunger for your groin
The nerves of my vertebrates  harbor your weight
As my breast shudder from your touch
Primal delicious desires
I thirst for  the fluids of your flesh

With nurture and greed
I moisten your fingers
Help you find my sensitive  pearl
Relishing the trail of the garden of youth
Primal delicious desires explode in need
Delicate softness of my mystical place
Lifting my body with much response
As my fingers dance, pinch and **** at my peaks
Repeatedly as you   ****** me
I gasp and beg for your caress
I shudder as I chase my wave
Reaching as I whimper into a ******

Simulating my hunger for your groin
Inflaming my pores
I enlarge you ever so slow
Working my hands holding you from behind
One swift lick of your rigid flesh
You pull in a lungful of air
Your hot flesh started to grow
I ease you into my mouth
Circling as you keep the pace
Against me you put me in deep
The sweet taste of you makes me weak
Intense intervals underneath
Between your thighs

Intoxicating the very layers of my juice
I enlarge you once again
Moist and ready
I open my sweetness just for you
As I arch down onto you
Your hands rest on my hips
I begin to feel my flower grow
A whispering rouse escapes from my lungs
We flow inside each another
Deeper in my heat
Your aggressive arousal
Provoking me to quiver
The barrier surrenders to you and I
Vivid blossoms of tranquil harmony
Through the gateway of my womanhood


As you nurish the nutrients you covet for
My protruding pale pink buds
Plump with need
I'd hollow out to place you inside
I'd linger in this universe to pave your delicious desire
As you surrender  pushing me down
You penetrate my mouth once again
As you reclaim my mouth soft and pink