Hello fellow poets. Not long out of hospital and I feel really out of practice  with regards to writing. Would love it if anyone wanted to give me a poetic challenge or fancied writing something with me. Purdy please with cherries on top.

Happy new year to you all ***

My love is kept, and I have nailed
Her face to mine in a box of sleep,
A chamber for lost chances, subtle
Visitations, concrete emanations,
Somnambulistic signs and mercies
Elation, we walk through meadows
Of the mending sun, sweetly chaste,
Ever deep into the wandering shift,
That tearing time and moon allows,
Real as dream, to the lands of night.

Took my **** out
Decided to have a smoke
Come on over take a ****
Give me a shot gun
Let me get rid of the gum
Wow!! Are we going to have some fun
**** this **** is really good
Some awesome blending
The room is spinning
The high is beginning
I bet I am grinning
Not looking for an ending
Could we be sinning ?
Nah!!
I think we are winning
Pass it around
Loving all this sharing
Would you call it daring
This ****
Sure not full of seed
Believe me
This joint is so tight
Like sipping out of a straw
Drawl baby drawl
Not slowing down to a crawl
There is more where this came from
Not playing dumb
Until we go numb
Then we can say
We are true smokers
             !!

Changing slowly, painfully
Shedding skin
Raw and new
Naked and bleeding
So long to heal
Longer to toughen
Layers turned scars
Hide a silenced heart

I drink not for the dead.
They needn't escape, nor
Celebrate.

I drink not for the lost.
They need not flee from
Past or fate.

I drink for all the rest.
For those who have no
Cup nor wine.

To them, I'm raising mine.
The ones who stay to
Work and fight

Through the day and darkest
Night. Who rest beyond
Sobriety.

I suppose I drink for me.