Clean heart and clean eyes are real bless
Clear communication is the key to success
It is not good to play with innocents chess
Face is the index of mind of personality dress

Blessed is the one who helps all and sundry
Keeps all in solace and remains himself free
He is the one who keeps all under shady tree
He is not jealous and does not carry jealousy

Love comes and takes him on a love ride
He is rewarded for his real generous stride
He always in reality remain real love guide
Even if he dies,is remembered far and wide

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

You say my personality revolves around exhaustion.
I say yours revolves around passivity and foolishness.

If he starts talking to you,
He finds you cute.
If he keeps talking to you,
He is interested in you.
If he flirts with you,
He wants to get to know you.
If he asks you out,
He wants to see a different side of you.
If he kisses you,
He is experimenting with you.
If he asks you out again,
He finds you appealing.
If he becomes comforatable around you,
He likes you.
If he becomes reserved around your family,
He's respecting you.
If he says sweet things to you,
He finds you beautiful.
If he hugs you for more than ten seconds,
He's been hurting and needs you.
If he kisses you passionately,
He really likes you.
If he holds your hand,
He believes you are a couple now.
If he makes you laugh,
He is very fond of your personality.
If he wants to get more intimate with you,
He cares very much about you.
If he listens to you,
He is becoming very close with you.
If he smiles and looks in your eyes,
He doesn't want to let you go.
If he shares his life with you,
He is falling for you.
If he forgets at first, but comes back to hug you, "goodbye,"(temporarily)
He really is the greatest guy.
If he treats you well,
He wants to be with you.
If he does things just for you,
He loves you.
If he buys you meaningful things,
He really cares about you.
If he has you on his mind most of the time,
He's in love with you.
If you love him with all your heart,
And he loves you with all his heart,
Then he's the one.

Sadism joined with narcissim
psychopathy and Machiavellianism.

This is the makeup of the TROLL.

They are not just a nuisance. They
can latch onto innocents and try to
corrupt them in startlingly inhumane ways.

Look up the personality profile of
the internet troll. THEY ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE.

If you encounter one my advice to you is to ignore and block it. Be vigilant as it may start a new account and try still further harassment.
Be aware of key words, phrases and ideas your troll has played with before. He/she/it will ALWAYS want to let you know somehow that it is BACK. Look up the traits of a troll. If you see an individual taunting others for no reason it may be a troll. Most of all TRUST YOUR SPIRITUAL EYES.
Your gut. If you even have a suspicion don't engage.

EVEN IF IT POSTS A WRITE ABOUT YOU, DON'T READ IT. DON'T READ OR COMMENT IT'S WRITES ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. If it doesn't get narcissistic "sample" it will move on.

Trolls like to "play dumb". Come off as mentally challenged or very young people. Or as the very devil HIMSELF. They have delusional ideas of grandeur so will often use Lucifer or God in their poet names.
This has been my experience anyway.

I am being stalked by one currently.
This is a message to him/her/it:

I AM IGNORING AND BLOCKING YOU. I KNOW YOUR TRICKS AND YOU CAN'T FOOL ME. GOODBYE.



PLEASE BE AWARE AND VIGILANT POETFRIENDS. GOD BLESS YOU!

♡ Catherine

your personality came through the screen
your kind heart was potent
though you couldn't be seen
i felt you coursing through my veins
just after one day
this immediate connection
felt like our own version of heaven
were you the one?

I just was sitting here thinking and...

Thank You.

Thank you for everything you have taught me.
Every lesson, good and bad that has made me
Find a new component within myself.

I am weak, I am selfish: I am strong, I am selfless.
So many different parts of me have been brought to my attention.
I became good friends with myself after sitting there,
Alone in my room,
Creating melodies and thinking of every element of you.
Day, after day, after day.

Thank you for letting me realize that I could
Live without you.

IF,

If I wanted to.


But I don't.


So thank you for letting me realize that too.
And realizing that there actually might be a plan,
A plan that was made specifically for
Me..
A path that I'm supposed to walk down.

I choose to walk down the same path as you.
To mold each one of my footprints into yours,
Like I did in the evening on the Santa Cruz beach.
And silently clasp my hand in yours.

Just to say,
I'm here with you because I chose to be here.
And have you not say anything,
But just look at me with that look that you do.

That look that says,
Thank You for staying.
And we both smile because we're here together.

Thank you for letting me spill my thoughts on you
Like red grape juice.
And thank you for only removing the stains that hurt you,
Letting me pretend that I didn't say those words
When I was inebriated..
Drunk off of your personality and your secretiveness.

I feel as if I should shake your parent's hands,
Maybe thank them for bringing you into this world.
Or maybe I should shake God's hand.
Because I mostly see Him when I'm with you.

Thank you for every moment of laughter
And aching sweetness.
For every single tear we've both cried..
For the nights that no one else would understand,
And for the days that you infected me with happiness.

Thank you for being mine:

My plan,
My path,
My savior.

And most importantly,

Thank you for loving me.

i am strong in my faith,
i am strong in my personality.
i am strong in my body,
i am weak in my views,
persuade me easily.  
i am weak in my head,
use me easily.
i am alive in my spirit,
i am alive in the summer.
i am alive and breath air,
i am dead to the world,
no one knows me inside and out.
i am dead in the winter,
the cold shuts me in, leaves the cold out.
i am this and i could be that.
i am sleepy at night, and awake in the mornings.
i love the music when i'm happy,
i hear the words when i'm sad.
i want to live,
but i live with ghosts.
i want to grow,
but i grew my height in 6th grade.
i am a worshiper,
i am a curser.
i do what i want,
and usually dont think first.
but, you still don't know
who i am.

I want to see you without your flesh
Your stained bones crumbling from no protection
Your blood polluting its new atmosphere
No signs of perfection

Allow me to you without your flesh
Your flaws being the best canvas
Your soul glowing from the core
With your rotten personality sealed around it

My legs are smooth.
My arms are smooth.
My lips are smooth.
My personality is smooth.
Smooth and sly
Like James Bond as a cat.
I can steal too
Like the man who stole the moon.
With my specialties
I could easily take you over.
I could sneak up behind you,
Like a sly, sly dog,
Trick you with the smoothness of me,
And steal everything you own,
Including your heart.
I guess you could say
I'm just that sneaky.

Your good qualities speaks for themself.
You're a woman of worth.
One I love so very much.

Your personality lighting up a room.
Who wouldn't wants to be in the company of you?
You're a woman of worth.

You're the type a man should cherish.
The type that he would give his all for.
Go more than the distance required.
Cause you're a worth of worth

What you will receive will be honesty and trust?
Cause it's something you more deserve and asked for.
As a woman of worth.

You're priceless.
Simply not for sell.

Myth has created many misguided views.
Be it about race.
Or an uneducated view.

We hear this race has endurance.
When it comes to this or that.
Especially about blonds being dumb.
When many are smarter then those that acts.

We hear people claiming when you step outside your race.
How mom, pop, granny is turning in their graves?
Except, who are they to say?

This uglinesss turns up in families of many kinds.
While many of us can adjust to accepting love is blind.

I saw you.
And not your pigmentation.
One race has ruin many, many nations.

I saw you.
And not your religion teaching.
It's a shame.
We get taught more racism from the preachers.

I saw you.
When your eyes attracted me.
I saw you.
When your personality got to me.
I saw you.
Plus your lovely face.
Altho' friends and relations saw your race.

And when they mention,
What color you are?
I simply saw you.

Not a Baptist.
Not a Catholic.
Not a Jew.
I simply saw you.

Similar to the way God see us through his view.

i feel like talking to you
& being with you all the time
hugging you
kissing you
seeing you smile
seeing you happy
& it's weird
because i thought i'd never fall for you
because you'd never fall for me
& i didn't want to be dependent
on someone else's happiness & personality
to be my happiness
& it's even weirder
that i feel like i need
to feel your skin in mine's
& capture your soul every time
i look at you.
it's weird because you are full of many flaws
but i don't see them
& i look at you with my eyes full of wonders
but you don't look at me
the way i look at you;
but you look at her the way i look at you.

big brown eyes
full lips
rich skin tone
gorgeous white smile
intoxicating cologne
why do you do this to me?
you make yourself so desirable,
but yet I cant have you.
when you look at me your eyes don't sparkle the way mine do, even when I see a picture of you.
just like my grandmother you to sing to me:
"you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
you make me happy, when skies are gray.
you'll never know thee, how much I love you.
please don't take my sunshine away"
please release me of the shackles of your embrace.
your personality is a fountain of gold and silver.
you light up my day better than the sun does....Wow.
why don't you love me?

i lie on my bed in a big L
and try to think about
what made me
me
stare my vanity
in the face
realize
that years
of precision makeup
layered on
like the rings on the inside
of a tree
are what made my personality
and that the varying degrees of ******
that i look like each day
dictate
my happiness
and that i am sick of
humans

my brother apologizes for being beside himself with the worry of his split personality’s identical twin.  his hospital gown is missing a hospital.  he asks my children kindly if they are at all possible.  he maintains that pain is the best editor and unveils the knee closest to undergoing brain surgery.  my revelations pale in loneliness.  my brother says it’s because they were spanked.  he says visiting me has given him a case of racial motivation.  he lullabies what I have identified as my wife’s newest.  he wonders in his own withdrawn way if the newbie sleeps out of a fear that is homosexual in nature and ****** birth in spirit.  he sings to a bag of salt and knows it.  don’t be sick.  father is my only copy.

He smiled
That was all I remember from that day
That's all that mattered.
His hair feathered,
His eyes deep,
His body... sigh...
Incredible.
He might seem like everybody else
But there is something different about him
He has a gasp personality?
What an amazing thing.
Not something found in highschool anymore

But all that I really love
Is that smile
It takes my breath away
Takes my words away
(Annoyingly)
Its a real smile.
And its perfect

All I could ask for
Is that he would smile,
Just once,
For me.
Only me.

F the system

With slow mental slavery rhythms
These systems came in a package -schools
-jobs
-suburban places...
I can go on and on.

F the system
It only gave me its own mentality and personality.


the system is supported by cash that's why most people join it
Or chase it.

F the system

The system never changed , people just got more dumber.

Society! Why do you have to use the same process on each and every human on earth.

Uniforms hides our true image
We all look the same , products to be examined why ?

The world started praising garbage again .

F the system

Yours truly julian!!

i feel both self destructive and self saving
i want to hide myself in my room,
keep my personality buzzing between my two dimples.
only for myself, only for myself.

i want to take up the men who've asked me
for drinks, or for my time, up on their offers
i want to go and be politely disinterested
i want to cleave myself from my bones
and act like someone who does not live
inside this body, someone you won't recognize

but mostly, more than anything at all,
i want to give everything i have to you.
this is the pain i feel the very most:
i still want to give all of this to you.

and so, i give it to no one.

*october.28.2014 8:41 A.M.

everyone loved the party
everyone left their drinks out
everyone slipped their appearance and personality
into everyone's cups
and everyone drank
deeply

not even tactfully
everyone was so obviously interested in everyone
because everyone was glowing
dragging everything distasteful they saw in the mirror
back into their wardrobe
to wear when they've finally won
or lost

everyone desired everything and everyone
so they made themselves appealing to everything and anyone
they shined themselves so much that they glowed
it showed their own self misery but i cannot deny
that it made me want everything

i wanted to share a small space
too small for clothes or regrets
but just large enough for sparks that come
and fade faster than i wanted to

i wanted everything
but that is with life you may only choose one
until then i'll shine myself up again and glow
and stow away my regrets

as I stare at the ceiling
and it stares back at me
my mind booming with thoughts
after a while it clusters and clears
into one subject

you
your baby blue eyes         your personality
your smirk          your cheesy grin
your jawline           your hair
your arms         your voice
your laugh              your hands
your height       your accent

the list will go on
but it honestly hurts me
that i haven't physically met you
and you can be a figure of imagination
a lie or a story once told
and you have no idea
i even exist
(c.r)

There is no other boy like you,
Such brilliance and warmth you hold,
There is no other human,
I'd rather unfold.
My heart cries out for your love,
From so close, yet so far away,
I imagine you and I connected as one,
Loving you deeper and more, every day.
I sit and ponder about your ways,
How fortunate I am to have met you,
How assiduous and affectionate you truly are,
How my every wish miraculously came true.
I stand atop a hill with you,
Embracing you with loving arms,
I have so much gratitude for a boy like you,
With such unique quality and many charms.
Your great sense of humor,
Never ceases to amaze me,
Laughing so hard and for so long,
Always expressing freely.
We've had some inside jokes,
For which I'd rather not name names,
But all were quite interesting,
New and cute little games.
I can never forget the time we first met,
You smashed that tennis ball right at my behind,
And a note that asked, "Will you go out with me?"
I would never decline.
I've always loved your personality,
And so much more,
The endless days that hurt inside,
Are the best days we've yet to explore.
I've wanted to tell you for so long,
That I honestly love you so much,
And when we're apart,
We will always keep in touch.
You help my heart to keep on beating,
I've found true love; there's no doubt,
For you are the only boy,
I constantly dream about.
So I now stand atop a hill with the one I love,
With sparkling eyes and a luminous smile,
I'll always have you with me,
And make every day worth while.

Atchafalaya -
Such mystery seemed to reside in this cluster of letters:
The music of it's sounds, the mystery of it's meaning and origin,
the vastness of the swamp underneath the bridge.
In my youth, the bridge seemed like a sidewalk to wondrous new vista -
A frontier with a new wilderness -
At once strange and familiar, unknown but innate -
At first, it's lull stultified the buoyant mood that began the journey -
Where the piney woods turned into the swampy alluvium of Louisiana,
A state with instant personality, apparent in the ravaged roads
That sang against the car tires a desperate song of it's savage frailties
That could impassion or disappoint, or a combination of both,
Where the Highway Patrol were unseen despots
Lurking in the murky weeds and trees
But (luckily) only as scenery in my stories.
Where the lure of New Orleans began to emerge,
My imagination running wild with drunken tales of spicy food
And sensuous women, looking for unspoken desires
In de Beinville's Vieux Carré, where Old God's run wild -
This place where magic was in the freedom found there -
Tip-toeing, drunk, across the sharpened swords -
Through the chicken-bloodied doors -
Ah, but the swamp was a source of strange dreams and visions
Throughout my life,
And it will always make my heart race
When I approach the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge.

LZ

Maybe he wasn't meant to come in quietly,
He was meant to come in soaring,
Come in roaring with personality.
With the type of persona that could settle the beast inside me.
So strong, so peaceful, that tears roll down my face.
Not because he's overpowering
But because his gentle force moves me in a way
That only strong tides can move the gentle ocean.

~ The way he moves.....me

A Compilation Of Romantical Tidbits
From The Tomes Of Marcus


Perhaps somewhere along time's vista
as I stroll down the lane
twixt the cherry blossom snow
and the baby blue blanket of sky,
a crystal miracle
will flutter down
on the fragranted breeze
to alight on my honored shoulder,
blow a kiss in my ear
and say “today is your day,
what do you wish?
I shall grant reality
to whatever desire is most special.”
there would be sining,
elven voices mingling in the air.
there would be dancing,
a wild run midst the night skies.
I would pluck stars from their heavenly roosts
and place them like flowers in hair
to wink at me from inside your sparkle,
try vainly to outshine you
and finally bow to the Queen of their own.


memories
and memorabilia
substitute for your presence
as mementos embrace me
with their hint of your essence.
they fill me with silly fanciful notions
of lazy afternoons
and the coursing of unbridled passion
almost furious in its urgency
promising ecstasy and rhapsody
and calm in its permanency
whispering this is rapture and sincerity.


I see images of a rose,
love on the vine.

an erstwhile poet
dancing in his orbit
around the center of his universe --
you, the inspiration for each verse.

want to dive into your ocean
and ride the waves of emotion.
there's no worry I'll drown
for weightless is love's crown.

I yearn for the touch of your words
to fall like silken snowflakes about my head,
burst into flames once heard
and set my paper soul burnng in their stead.

there's so much to share:
a sweet kiss;
a gentle caress.
flattery may get you everywhere.


they say sweets that pass the lips
stay forever on the hips.
so sweetness gathered from twixt the hips
should spend eternity on the lips.
the nectar makes me giddy
like honeymoon champagne
and forever intoxicates me --
love's fine wine thrills my brain.


LOVE is a big word
woven from a million smaller 'luvs'.
I luv being with you,
it adds dimensions to my personality
and makes ego insignificant.
I luv the way you smile,
how your eyes reflect the joy of the soul
and the soft glow you radiate
flares brighter.
I luv the rush of color
it brings your gently drawn cheeks.
and I luv your lilting laugh,
a simple sound that melts me
and absorbs me into its echo.
when you wish to laugh
laugh with me,
it moves me along
in a soothing warm cascade.
when you want to smile
smile on me,
it removes obstacles
and lights my way.
when you need to cry
cry into me,
I'll soak up your tears
and return truth,
fantasy
and support.

listen to me.
I sound just like
some foolish romantic,
young and in love.
guess I am
from time to time.
wish I could be that way
every second, every day.

Little red circle lighting up the night.
Conversations lasting longer than your cigarette.
Bottled soul, your more passionate than you think, you'll let your mind smoke for the hell of it.
We share drinks until our lips get lit.
The unfit will be the last bottle drop, ignorant kids.
Forgotten teens that life neglected but were gifted. Forsaken but awaken.
Those that gave into personality shape shifts. Two older brothers still trying to make it.

I never thought about how much I
Hate myself.
It's practically to a point where I
Can't deal with myself
Anymore.
I hate my
Body,
It's the outside shell that
Gets judged
By them.
I hate my
Personality,
Sometimes it's not
Enough
Or it's too much.
I hate my
Height,
I'm always too
Short
And my lovers are too tall.
And last but not least,
I hate the
Way I care about you.

Caring for you is so hard,
You act like you care about me.
You cuddle with me,
And when our feet touch it's
electric
And we
Play with each others hair,
Which is fun too.
I always get so close to kissing you
And yet
You turn away.
I know it's not your thing and
To be honest
It's not mine either.
But,
For some reason,
I'd kiss you
All day,
Everyday.

A poem remembering Actor Robin Williams of whom he was
The tears behind the smile
At times being serious for awhile
His acting career spans throughout the years
Secretly in Mr. William’s life, there were some fears
Yet throughout his despair, he was able to preserver
Robin Williams brought energy to the television screen
Also new meaning to the stage in being a bling
Mork and Mindy one of the many series he was in
Each passing acting line in begin and continuing until when
Space being ever so far from home
But on Earth it was Mindy who helped Mork roam
Who could forget the feeling Robin Williams brought in that accelerating role
His humor was observe and behold
Robin Williams was his own Entertainment Tonight
His spirit in personality of delight
Robin Williams chosen words in wanting to be heard
His involvement in causes that affected us all
Robin Williams answered to a distant call
The world mourns an actor of talent
In his honor, let's have a code of silent
Robin Williams you will be sadly missed
It’s like a heritage closing school and we are now dismissed
Thanks for making me laugh
Thanks for making me forget being sad
Thanks for helping me to see every day in being glad
Your red carpet is in the Heavenly skies
Your talent has captivated us in being wise
The Heavens adore and its your fans who applaud.

Every moment of the past 33 years I have hidden
Behind this veil of vanity
Covering every doubt and self destructive thought with a  lie of arrogance
Seems that the scars of the past still exist
Deep down under the woman you see
Lies the scared, unsure, timid little girl
That was bullied and torn down
Not  just by her peers but also by those she gave her love and trust to
Never truly able to be herself, so scared of judgement
Terrified of rejection
No one could every really love her, because reality was that she never exposed her true personality
As a young child she put on shows
Pranced around in all the jewlery and pretty clothing she could find
Begging for the attention, she couldn't give herself
Over achieving at every task
Desperately  trying to mold herself to what others wanted her to be
Bragging of her beauty and exposing her body
All in a failed attempt to draw attention away from the mortified child inside
So photogenic, so prissy and proper
So damaged, so broken
Would she eventually believe the ruse she had performed for so long?
Or would she become more and more disguised by the veil hanging heavy over her face
Her breathe becoming quick and labored
Her skin beginning to sweat from the heat of the sun
Everything spinning, becoming dizzy
Until this reality becomes the only option
Until this veil becomes her face for eternity

"You don't just walk away when it gets tough babe! You work it out together when it comes to relationships and lov...tha...peerrrsonnn..." (her voice)

Yeah,
But I guess I was just dreaming
You see I wrote this first part weeks before the news
Because it was you - I still believed in
Regardless of the paid respects
You can't buy someone's love for any less
Can't clean up the previous mess
I was the problem when I had you at ya best!
(Dayum)
I hate the way you would avoid a text
The truth was between the lines
But the lies were all that were left
Thought I was drowning in your eyes but really it was just time for me to reflect
Ended things calmly but feel like I was just  in a vortex
Can't be afraid of goodbyes when hellos seem to be the hardest

Truth is I wish I deserved it
Asking all the time to see her only to get curved in
Silent treatment to someone who only tried to treat ya
Knowing her life was getting tough and I was trying to keep ya.

Tell me who was trying to push away who?
Maybe March 17th was the last time I really met you.
And I don't believe that the last time we spoke that was really you
Sometimes **** just gets hard and you gotta get thru.

(And I know you'll make it)

Can't give into love's strain and conviction
I hate that I love you...without the realization of my false contradictions.
Given up on me - yet, add another to the list
My mind boggles these days but not in the thought of you - but when things with us took a sudden switch
Crazy to think you give someone everything you got to just be forgotten
The way you handled those last few weeks were foul girl - spoiled rotten.

Why comeback only to leave?
To showcase who you "truly" are but only for yourself to see?
To reach out to someone who just can't be reached
This seems to be a pattern of one's personality
I don't need clarity.
The pen is loaded - the target is set
Why can't I pull the trigger!?
You quit on us and deserve the shots!
Why am I trying to be bigger!?
...
Cause I've learned a lot
Took some deep breaths
saw what was hurting me temporarily instead of making me feel blessed
This isn't shade
This is honesty and telling the truth of ones false reality
A lot of stars in the sky but figured you and I were the brightest in the galaxy

This letter to you is for you to see what you can do to someone when you make decisions based off emotions
Stop pulling the next person with you just because you can't swim in your own painful ocean
Let go of that anger
You're too pretty to frown
Let go of her legacy too - you won't make the same mistakes when you finally fall in love and pick out a gown.

Disappointment - for sure but you live and you learn
Need to stop holding on to the firey moments
Maybe that's why it's so hard to let these memories burn.
Lessons were taught and two people found growth within each other
Let's not pretend like we are rooting for us to simply find another.
Our bond was special
But the timing was off
We'll never know what could've been
And sadly that's our loss
I only want the best for you
And that's on my heart
I'd be lying if I said I saw the day wed truly fall apart

But

At times I wonder - when it all unfolded that day,
did I say all that I needed?
why didn't I beg you to stay?
Cause you loved the old me and I'm a different person these days.
Still hard to look at the woman you loved
And tell yourself it's time to walk away.

You wipe ya face quickly - put up a smile...and just go....(eachos out)

But doug wait...
Hol up let me quickly say my final word
If this piece ever reaches you i need this part to be heard
I love you to death and would re up with you in a second
If you were mad after reading this you didn't decipher the love from pain in this message
I pray for you all the time, hope you get all the good you deserve and tell god to keep you safe from any harm or danger
But I gotta leave ya on this final note
"If only we could go back again...and become strangers."

Thank you (echoes out)

I forget sometimes, why
I'd stopped caring what you do
Now we talk again (we lie)
And I seriously ******* hate you

You make me a blubbering mess
Of vulnerability and anxiety
And under any amount of duress
I'll admit my hatred and push you from me

You grate on my nerves with your easy smile
So confident whilst I am without esteem
The very sight of you chokes me on my own bile
I wish to rend your flesh from your bones as you scream

I hate you
Abhor you
Despise you
Loathe you

And no matter how attractive
You used to be to me
Your personality is just ugly enough
For me to hate you with glee