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Paul Celano Jun 2010
Rock

The weight I carry on my back
The chilly hardness around my neck
The cement stones in-between my toes
The mass that crushed my heart

Paper

To cut through my skin
White sheet that makes me blind
Folding in my head for confusion
Covering my body so it may be breathe

Scissors

Cutting my energy to make me fall
Slicing my brain to **** my thoughts
Piercing my tongue not able to talk
Stabbing my chest to take the pain away

My life
Is a game of rock, paper, scissors
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
Sweet rain fills my senses
As I stand in a puddle of my emotion
A liquid barrier holds me inside
To stare down deep into my own mind
Only to think and have no commotion

Feet together like a glue
Each arm out to point at the world
To which direction I want to run
When my mind lets me wander
Then my body gets whirled

Why sit in the wetness of your thoughts
The blank stare you create in your head
It is time to spread your visions
Turn your puddle to an ocean
Let your source breath life and not be dead

Baby steps on your plain
Create a world with each soft step
Spread your illusion and your power
Raise your arms to the above
Create yourself filled with pep

You are only yourself
Something that no one can destroy
There is only a single you
And as yourself you bear a special gift
A complex brain you can deploy
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
I wake up and to my surprise
The sun comes smiling at my eyes

My pupils do burn but no cries
Till it beats onto my thighs

I start to think of all the whys
But must stick with all my tries

The sun can fight in the rise
But in the end I win the prize

It might out do me in its size
But I’m the one that’s strong and wise

For light to dark into the skies
Makes it come to its demise

Sink into Earth it underlies
Now listen sun to my replies

“I hope you sun take my advice”
“Don’t mess with me when you arise”
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
Come, one and all.
The fair of life has begun

Come take a chance.
Make a choice
Win a prize.
But do it right
For if you fail
You lose

Jump on the Merry Go Round
That is right folks
Happiness that goes around
For everyone to enjoy

Stop by the ferris wheel
Start your new life at the bottom
Try to rise to the sky
The highest of your peak

Never forget your youth
Grab some cotton candy
A soft tingle
Of your inner child

What ever you do
Be careful of the roller coaster
For it will throw you in all directions
Some that will make you cheer with glee
Others that may make you scream in fright

Enjoy this fair of life
Make your choice wisely
Which ride you want to go on first
What way you want to shape
Your fair of life
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
I stare deep into the sky
My eyes above face
Wondering how big it is
And how it heats the place

All these cluttered thoughts
Run scattered through my head
For the sun is the oven
My body is the bread

The peace that my inside feels
From my head straight to my feet
For it covers me completely
Like a blanket full of heat

How good my body feels
My pleasure has been fed
For the sun is the oven
My body is the bread

A pale look has faded
Now a golden brown
My body fed of nutrients
That seep into the ground

It is hard to move myself
My body heavy lead
For the sun is the oven
My body is the bread

The ball of fire starts to set
The day closes to night
The heat then begins to chill
My body frozen fright

But tomorrow will bring a new
As it rises from the dead
For again the sun’s oven
Will bake my body’s bread
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
I drop to my knees with images
A scrape to each round bone
But a larger one to my mind

Is it possible to bring an ocean to your eyes
But not feel the wetness?

To have an under water forest of thoughts
But not be able to view your own mind?

To find out that imagery
May not be your reality?

The mind has caused an earthquake
With a crack that leaks the crimson lava
Burning my poor smile
Melting it to a frown

What has happened to the once crystal ocean?
Why has it turned an endless brown of cooled lava?

From pollution
For I have polluted it with my eyes, my words, my ears.

So as I fall from my knees
Into a remembered position at birth
One word clears from my thoughts

Why?
©2005 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
To have your body relax
Once a stiff board
Now all joints a movable jelly
Aches turn into tingles
All because of happiness

To have your face relax
Once strained from frowning
Now to have a constant smile
Your face becomes smooth
Not wrinkled with stress

To have your heart relax
Once shriveled with cold
Now warm again
Full and pumping with life
Pure of a deep red

A body
Happy and relaxed
©2005 Paul Celano
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