My love let me take your beauty on to celebrate
After a long dark black night let dawn to celebrate
I have sacrificed my life on the altar of your beauty
To  your eyes I have given heart, pawn to celebrate
Flight of love and beauty takes along their souls
Life is a just wonderful pond and a swan to celebrate
It was a mistake of eyes or just blunder of the heart
For a chance I am still in a trance liaison to celebrate
It was a flight or a jump when I suddenly came a cross
My beloved in my embrace ,marathon to celebrate
She is the only one of her kind there is no one else to see
She is that image of beauty she is a paragon to celebrate
Mehr is in fits of insanity after capturing a beam of light
Fountain of beauty sparkles beams thereon to celebrate  

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Mehr
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

you made your choice

Your life is not your own when you have a fancy smartphone

You can see all hear all but not really listen your here but... Not really here

Your in digital Fantasyland...

Where everybody's gets their 15 seconds of fame it's just 1 like or status update away :)

I understand now when they say he spoke with a silver tongue. His words flowed from his lips like beads of mercury, mesmerizingly beautiful, but toxic nonetheless.

Agatha Christie audiobook
drifts out across the dark room
all she can think of is of the one o' clock
shipping news, a swaying, seasick tune
calling to far off boats & sailors
adrift alone somewhere
thinking of their homes
a cold beer, she thinks will do
she would be writing
but no words come
she draws the duvet cover
closer round her shoulders
her lover's ghost
watches her silently

This **** is so confusing.
My head is in this fog, I don’t notice the cop and
they pull me over got my address birthday and name
does that mean I will get a ticket?
Like is the universe worthwhile?
What? Why? How? And all that other b.s asked ten billion times
I was bored before so I watched youtube now I question the entirety of the universe
and if this can be considered poetry?
Can the flow of the universe be considered poetry? Magic? Science?
If many of us had a dollar for every minute we where alive many of us
would be shockingly low on funds.

Freedom is the greatest bout of ******* since equality.
Is a pet parrot free cause it gets to pick the time it *****?
We are free, so free when you get arrested for walking through a
door that some guy— cause let’s face it the world is ****** up and sexist—
said you no, yet the alternative is far worse where every door is open
yet where is the middle ground is everything bounded to be perputally ******
up?
Are the police always going to be ******* who we can’t live without?
Are they gonna be the ****** who cross the lines to yell at others who cross the lines
or who bring tanks where words worked?
Are robots gonna **** up everything?
Is science going to discover that heaven is five hundred million miles
away yet still a place?
Is science going to prove that the universe was created by a god
watching over five thousand galaxies?
I feel like goverments would bond over their desire
to conquer god, claiming he she or whatever the **** it is
is after us?
I bet that’s how the world ends:
Nation states bicker over what to do with god
and some idiot in a control room will hit the wrong button
causing world war’s three, four and five.
Then we will move to space and **** up mars
and mars bars will finally get exposed.

Crocodilian jaws,
reptilian claws,
an Everglades heart
and swamp-gas ****.
A bayou brain
that's not quite sane.
Mud for blood.
A rhyme of slime.
Moss in my eye.
Goodbye!

It's A Coincidence She Made It Out Of My Thoughts.

Alive.