‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’

‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences
that set the market off to some defined trends and statements.
Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely
on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted
by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges
of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar
very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue.

Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP],
and former market darling Perseverance [GULP],
all varied widely today on news from Washington that
their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth
of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag
on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar,
old standbys  Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD],
continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return.
Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future
despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen
since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era  be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY]  
leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS],
Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie.
But without a doubt, today’s big winner was  Self Respect [YUP]
which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons
that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund
and the Vanity market is always a good bet.
Now, here’s Carl with
today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’

The time
Passes faster and faster each cycle
Broken upon broken
Hurt upon hurt
Will you never learn
Friend of mine
You have been saved
And to your savior you only bring destruction
To whome you thought renewed you
You give trust and praise
But yet again
Your thrown into the melting ***
To be twisted
Conformed
And molded
My dear friend
Why are you so blind?
Just another angry song to be written
As you are made a fool of
Yet again.

When people joke about me,
I join them and mock me,
But sometimes they can just be mean,
Very mean,
It is painful,
I try to not make my emotions  seen,
This puts a question in my mind,
R these people true friends,
Or are these people just lying,
R they the friends I'll miss when I leave?,
R they the going to miss me?,
R they the people I put on my trust,
Or being with them is a must?,
R they the people on whome I can lean?,
But they r so mean,
I'm angry and I sound mean too,
But how can I doubt those people who,
have been,
There for me when life was mean,
Not everyone are  friends,
But there is always someone,
With whome my adventure ends,
And that's my true friend!

Of mortall sinnes quhairof thou art not guilty
Slanderous tongues do falsely thee accuse:
Their accusations lyke their tongues are filthy:
They doe their tongues by lying so abuse:
Their tonges they vse the foolish to confuse:
Their forked tongues cannot sincerely pray:
Forgive, forgett and hope they one day chuse
With honest tonges righte honest wordes to say.
For verie sooth thogh damnable are they
So aren't we all, and were it not for grace
We all to Tartarus woulde wend our way
Nor euer any sinner sie Gods face.
The truth hath thee exonerated ere
The uglie lie coulde ****, for truth is faire.

A long ways off a wolf howls into the wood,
But their is no call back.
He howls again, the despair in his call echos back in the crying of song birds

The song they sing is picked up and repeated into the world.
A song so full of pain that people crumple to their knees in soundless agonie.

The wolf howls again,
Challenging the moon as to whome,
Whome is more alone in the universe,

The lonely one who travels the sky,
Or the broken one who has known company but for folly now goes without.

Even the moon grows colder with the grief of the wolf.

The wolf makes its own path around the world.
Where their isn't a trail he creates one,
The ground underneath being crushed with the weight of a heavy heart.

He searches the world,
Echoing his desperate howl across all seven seas.
Hoping someday to find,
Where his beloved does lie.
His howl replaced as a broken cry.

I stand on a mountain ,
I stood on a hill ,
but even the Napolionics dark clouds of war had nothing on this .

the sheep that were grazing have fled in it’s gaze ,
and even though my cloak wrapped around me from the chill of the night .
I saw from the north did asail the wind darkness like no other ,
as I felt my bones rattle and shake under my skin .
How i wanted to take hold of my mistress summer and bask in her
warmth for just one more night .
She left without a word nor did her lips empress upon mine ,
nor the soft comforts of late evenings did she impress upon my cheek .
Now I await in trepidation and much distress her sister,
this dark woman of whome pestilence awaits ,
and where storm clouds gather .
This cold wind she sends an advent for what is to come .
Hail snow and rain nothing is like these in her sight .
Don’t look into her eyes ,
the man who peddles time cast under her spell and now he stands alone as time stands still .





Look a white dove how it ***** it’s wings against her blackened skies ,.

for  in its beak lies a fig ,
and on it’s wings Gods eternal promise,.
herolds the dawn .

How I yearn for a warm bed and a clock to while away this hour .
A dream catcher ,
A shape shifter ,
a net above my head ( to catch these things )
and above all ,
bed .
Pray these things don’t steal the light ,
for my eyes to open and see the mornings sun ...
just once more .

There once was a Beatle and a Bird
Who enjoyed a cup of tea every hour of the 3rd
At whome, passer bys would exclaim “Absurd!”
“These two could never give what the other deserves”
But still the Beatle and the Bird
Remained ever so undeterred

Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,
Then whome a better Senatour nere held
The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld
The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold
The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,
Then to advise how warr may best, upheld,
Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold
In all her equipage: besides to know
Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes                    
What severs each thou hast learnt, which few have don
The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.
Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes
In peace, & reck’ns thee her eldest son.

I saw a gentle face looking through my eyes, and they said to me don't think about it twice. . .
Just look back into my eyes and I'll show you a deeper place. . .The life is not a silly place, for in my time I lived within my place. . .Now I'll show you that deep embrace your eyes long for.
Then that gentle face took me to a place where life's but in pace without digrunted haste. Senses guided this gentle face, showed me how to fight it, and I took it willingly, my new strength betrothed from her gentle brace. My gentle face I became to embrace as only fresh breath of air.
I became to know it so, when I glance back what in my time I felt but such a waste, when all it was were just few silly moments, when my heart sank and I couldn't show this feeling with about a face in blanc. But then came a reason for what in life could be my please on, for I was missing this gentle face present in mine. Until funny as to how long ago I wrote this, to only finish in this moment when I have run into this gentle face. Pondering her embrace in this life I feel without her a waste, but I know and feel her daily smile, her tiring heart at times like mine when I feel the world is falling apart.
Her gentle face overrides the feeling grief, for if I was to feel sad, it is always brief.
I only long so much a day for when the time comes, we together, get to play.
Darling, your gentle face in front of me sways me in ways I have only imagined. To say so now how I felt this moment and now this moment I had found it. Your gentle face I saw in time when mine was less profound, it give me a feeling joy so far from how I imagined, for your gentle face I feel it to never wonder from it, into oblivion because from how far I saw it to now how much I love it.
I believe in love and it's how I lived it, but never seeing that there would be another. I never felt to loose my sight for I have felt you, from afar glowing within the night. Adults and others feel lost to love, feeling time in age, to be only put down by something they don't feel in life they can't anymore engage. How could we lovers loose sight of life adventure, ceised by today's life on its venture. Today's affections all but tend to misperfections and everyone seized in mind to love themselves creating such perfections, to only show but never feel.
Oh! How I look into your gentle face and feel for it in every place. To even look into another, it's pointless within my pace. For there is no such face I could find within your embrace. I am your face, for how much I feel we fit in place.
To yours mine always ventures, through clouds of clamour where life is but lost in glamour. No one see's a subtle moment, where time passes between the two, because their always distracted away from two, to always wonder about around them, whome is who, what looks upon our face embraces. And in most cases, they loose their loving laces, that tie together of what you and I do share.
For when I looked into a gentle face, your trully in spirit, since now my heart can clearly hear it. Since our first embrace, together in one place, my heart explode it, this sound so melodious. Yours trully listened and mine just glistened, the sound of perfect. This melody, all I could and only hear, to it to only add in new sound you in me but steer.
The soothing melody of you and me sitting beside each other on our first walk where all the chatter around us but was talk. While I felt in your wonder moment, swamped by your mesmirizing glow.
There was no other place I felt to go but to your heart. The funny thing you told me in moment of rediculous it didn't mean to me a thing of any sort particulous. I only felt to hold your hand and feel your lips with such lovely words. Sitting on that busy metro, my life changed with in large retro, a spect in life I felt to wonder when all for me would be a calm no matter where I felt I stood in warmth, your love swarmed over me by strength, if so this train had hit a wall I would have gathered in my strength to break your fall. . . . .. . .

I sit and think of you with him
Neither of you let go like phantom limb
My mind is dark so thoughts are grim
Love I feel will slowly dim

But that's okay because he's just an ex
Your best friend with whome you've had ***
Knowing this my mind does vex
And our future it effects

I really want you to have your happiness
Never mind about the stress
I'm just far to easy to depress
I'm being childish,I digress

What.
What does it mean to have to ability to see the things unseen
by the common population?
Does it mean that every movement
every sound
has a deeper value than something unwanted and shallow?
unnoticed by most
but so very relevant
to the ones it holds meaning for.
Why do we let things deminish our self worth?
To whom it may concern I care.
I actually do care.
I feel everything.
Sometimes to deeply.
But surely enough I feel it.
No matter what may come out of my mouth
unto a world that is not yet ready for my greatness,
I will continue to care and make it known to others.
To whome it may concern.

Here again I sit alone, wondering...
Why there must not be always, love...
Again, forlorn, my heart doth weep...
My purpose wane, my faith come weak...

Future, past, present are but not what I have been...
Self; illusionary...
But, for to whome I tell not when...
The line, the wax; coordination....

My falseness bare not witness to thy lovely...
Eye of the storm is not; but hurricane eyes, not, too much, mine heart...
Be the still, the ne'er loved...

Forlorn, my purpose wane...
To ne'er I go, thine heart not slain...

Carry thine love with thee, under pillow safeguarded...
Mule's day, play's night...
To see the lovely, wonderful...
Storm-less skies, wonderous eyes, after all..

Why only me?
Question in thoughts be
lingering pain in heart deep
Suffering humanity doth weep
Changing world never a constant
Pain and joy hearts  content
yet trouble none for two same
to whome doth we blame
god in his might in heaven
or fate and luck odd or even
yet why only me
why only to me
cause it has to be 
can suffered by me

You are the type of girls we write and sing for.
You are the type of girls whome you kiss,you feel that you still nedd more.
You are the type of girls to talk with without bore
And when you smile,I can't keep my feet in the floor.

I choose this life
It's a hard life
Yet there is a side to me
Who through these words
You will find
Has a side unknown
Unseen
I am a US Marine
Who fights and will die
For those I have never seen
For those I love
For those whome protest my existence
But I say to you
If a man held a gun to your mothers head
Would you not feel an urge
The instinct to fight
And save your loved ones.
This is why I fight because I love my fellow Marines
I love every American
Every one has a chance to fight for who they love.

As the sun
Begins to set
I know my day
Is not over yet
So much to see
So much to do
So much to share
Now that I've found you

The time that's gone
Beyond the bridge
Does not effect the colors
Now forming upon the ridge

As abstract as what
We now have
Should I have tried....
......To see
Yesterday
Any vision
Any future
Any thought
That I would have
Someone....
With whome
To share
The setting of the sun

Now I realize I was
All mixed up
And am just now realizing
I am not viewing the setting sun
I'm in total awe....To realize
We're sharing a brand new sun
RISING
And glory
To the making....
.....of a brand new day

smile now act like you're
happy
"You are happy"
That is a lie

Snile now act like it's not so bad
"It's not so bad"
That's so ******* hollow, dude.

I am overcome by nostalgia for experiences that occured years and decades before I was born.
I ******* hate grunge music.
I should have been a cis white male privilege zshielded ignorant beatnik
I should be tripping ***** on mescaline with Kerouac and  Cassady at this very moment.
I am overcome by many things.
By many feelings  .
Many bottles of whiskey.
Many capsules of vyvanse
Many failed put option bets
Many failed courtships
Many fleeting pursuits of soulmates and joy innate.

I choose to live.
I want to die.
Thos does jot not matter.
This may be resurrected respected from the archives one day
One day will likely statiaically probably not occur

What's going on Bunker Club?
I could make there for a rojnd or two before last call

I want to die i choose to live

I suppose there are no .ore beatniks by thos point

I wonder what Cassady Kerouac or the one dude whome I love but am too fu ked up to remember his name the ine that wrote Howl yeah that one all of th

I qonder would they qould have done given these modern soma tools
Given these fentanyl laced uppers
Given this rising tide of fascism and plasti. Refuse

I wonder...

No one cares
N o on e matter
S
Nothing is or has ever been anyth
Ing

I wonder an db I wish
And I must have lost track of the substance here

I wonder was Ginsberg, yeah that was his name, I wonder what Ginsberh would haave done hiven all that's going on.
Given all that I have amd most. Ertainly don't have.
I wonder what he would have to say about all of this then

I wonxer if he qould still Ginsberg that genius ****** HOWL as hard now as he did in rhe fu ki.g 50s.

I wonder if she ever loved me.
I wonder if I ever loved.
I woncer if any of this was genous
And I wonder if this was all jist the alcohol drug addled  futile selfindilgent ******* that it seems to neeee

Maybe it's art
Maybe it is

Maybe you should go outside
Maybe I sbould eat a meal

Maybe everyone shod just
At the very least
Ask themselves how the personally define the concept of happiness
Maybe theyvand we and i should think about tha

Maybe wr should be happy
Maybe i should be happy

Maybe this is art
Maybe this is nothing
Maybe this is sibstance abuse
Maybe when I doe they'll gind this a ccount 20 years latet and study it in text books
Maybeayyne you sho)uld go outside amd
Maybe
Maybaybe
You should ask yourself what the definition of happiness really
Is

For thou soil-like eyes whome you detest,
I would end worlds to meet at last.
On thy body whome mine least,
Sits a feeling thee doubt see.

Smiling roses from pale skin
Fill my air with fragrance rain,
And the silk-touched hair, thee have slain,
Tells my thought of thy past dream:

It met you late, in night’s ripe time.
It wished you pain, for your love’s blind.

Ah, my queen, when I see thee
I feel my heart escaping me;
Yet, the sadness succumbe’s I,
For thou soul, won’t merge with mine.

Under warm sheets
In a cold room
Nothing beats
You know whome

Snuggled up
Warm bodies contact
A coffee cup
Liquid all blacked

The moth without a sound ,
fell unmercifully to the ground ,
Slayed by giants his fate ,
for all he did was to irritate !

Like King Kong did he fall ,
looked upon by man who stood tall ,
the hand of. whome  like from helicopters bullets

did he fall ,
one of God’s finest creatures laid low ,
the eco systems weeps here below .

They looked at him an insect dead on the ground ,
Mocked and scorned ,
Swotted and death resound  ,
it never made it to a butterfly!
Alas it’s tiny wings will never fly ,
or polonate the flowers of earth ,
or eat the leaves ,
or rest in dark places no man could ever find ,
or dance before the light ,
the moths one and only pure delight .

Only thanks to man ,
who was so unkind .
So God realises the moth from his
earthly domain to replenish the earth again ,
all thanks  to man who smothered
the flame .
For death resides in freielty ,
a fallen world man bends the knee ,
In somber remedy cometh to thee .

You are the one whome I like to show off.
I'm giving all of me but it's not enough.
I see you with my closed eyes & it feels like love.

Fully bloomed sky that lights the night in it’s darkened times of age,
Queen of thee, half empty moon, guards thy happiness for whome?
Spoke did not, we can guess only, she knows the man that wants change :
This lone wolf with his wrong thoughts, hopes he can make her lips raise.

He looks at her, till the dark fades, and when she’s full he wants her stay.
Romance is not present, his young, ripe breast’s forever pure,
Yet, her traits, true in his dreams,
Repeat their line as in a play;
Enjoyed by him, without his will, this damp, cruel fancy breakes his core.

New protector of his smile, all you do is rip his heart -
You say nothing of your pain, all you do is listen soundly,
Take in carefully his despair; he just want’s to know your part,
Help you cope with your emotions, clean your soul of the cold endly.

Better take care of this boy, that nature has gave up on,
For his growth has just begun and a pack will taint his wings.
When you’re lost, not seeing him, his soul tries to reach your throne;
On his stairs he works all day, and in him a war has gone.

i was left by whome , how, when nd why .....
just don't ask
-aadi

Her black wings of sorrow started to sprout from the muscles on her back ,
all laden with their sorrow
for she cant find a way back
The sins  of those who taunt her ,
with their loveless evil ways
for on this dark and terrible night .,
It feels they will stay with her always ?
For heavenly sorrow is her name ,
for she weeps for those who only have themselves to blame ..

So terrible are her sufferings she can bear their guilt no more ,
alone she now lies dying for she can’t find a cure .

For The black raven is her judgement ,
he holds a Sceptre  in his beak ,
above there lies an Angel ,
that once God turned to stone .
Who  once led the heavenly choirs ,
Whome. God banished from his heavenly throne .

For it is with black wings she sings ,
but never speaks .
“ soon you’re judgement will be O
It won’t take very long
and  no words will you speak ,
for now worms will crawl
from out of your belly
and come out of you’re beak !




So can anything now save her from this dark and
terrible fate ?

Then flew in a sparrow who saw watching from afar ,
said “:I will take your fallen wings and hang  them on a star .”

And the raven and the angel with black wings flew away ,
they  fled unto the tower ,
and had nothing more to say .

And the girl still goes horse riding ,
where the angel and raven fled ,
and looks up. longingly  to a loop hole
Just to make sure that bird is being fed .

     “ But I want to talk to you of things that are immortal ,
        and things that are free ,
          so as you hanker over your sin and sorrow
        don’t you ever bother me “
         said the sparrow ,
          who was chirping from a tree .

My Heart Bleeds
My love I never thought that I ever hurt you
So I remained to give soul to your heart and soul
Pain and torture hurt me through and through
My bleeding heart became my ultimate sole goal
World is a strange place who you love they hate
Who you think great ultimate come out just mean
For whome is fortune and for whom it is just fate
Who is the dirtiest possible and who remains clean
Pains and sufferings go side by side to but remind
In a crowd of people I just remain but alone
Being blind to remain confined all remain unkind
It shows  that we will never be on same tone
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Nov 2020 Love Remains

Mom is what you're called
Or should be atleast
But I have you named as Parasite
In my contacts
Because you leech my emotions
Out of my body

We have a relationship
I dont hate
And dont admire
But you as a person
I despise
When it comes to me

"Can you zip up my dress?"
Where were you when I needed you
To do the same?

"Please stop leaving messes everywhere"
Its just a wrapper or two
And I do my best to keep things clean
For you

"Somones coming by but I need to leave. Can u talk to them for me?"
Wheres the acknowledgment of my disabilities?
The inability to be in the presence of whome I don't know

"Can u adjust my bra straps for me?"
Where were you when mine were removed
Unconsensually
By many
By one who you supposedly loved
Very obviously above your love for me

"People dont think you should still be living with me"
"My boyfriend doesn't approve of us moving together"
"You need to do more if you're gonna still live with me"
"I shouldn't have to be home so often"
Do you tell them about my disabilities?
Or do you dismiss them verbally as you do internally?

You have no regard to my health or my safety
Until it potentially means losing me for good

You have no regards to my health or my safety
Until I have to help you emotionally