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Paul Celano Jun 2010
Do I know love?

Do you mean affection with…
no objection
and a connection
like a good infection
of a heart’s collection?

Like a crush…
that makes you blush
like you are a lush
that makes your mind gush
with a hard rush?

Maybe you mean to cling…
but not a fling
more like an upswing
and a sting
to what is the real thing?

Or to get close…
where the insides grows
and the body glows
from head to toes
wearing a smile that shows?

Like to get involved...
where your problem is solved
and your mind has evolved
around your heart it revolved
no longer absolved?

Maybe an intense feeling…
that is appealing
for you squealing
for an inner healing
that floats you to the ceiling

Or you mean to yearn…
where you learn
for a good turn
that makes you earn
for a passion burn?


Do you mean to choose…
with nothing to lose
no longer the blues
but a happy news
an offer to not refuse?

So do I know love?

I am not sure what you speak of…
©2010 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
Pain in my head
A bit mislead
My insides dead
My life I dread
Body unfed
My arms like lead
I should switch to another thread

Too much to think
Mind out of sync
My throat to sink
Missing a link
Afraid to blink
Just want to drink
I think it’s time to change the ink

My mind it turns
My chest it burns
Bad luck returns
Stomach it churns
My heart it earns
Bad thoughts of spurns
Yes, I do have some more concerns

Don’t feel to fit
Feel not legit
I want to quit
My brain has split
Cannot commit
I lost my whit
There is more I need to submit

Feel out of time
My spit like slime
Stopped on a dime
Mute like a mime
Covered in grime
Feel past my prime
Ok lets go for one more rhyme

I cannot fight
My back is tight
I lost my sight
I’m full of fright
No more excite
Don’t feel polite
I cannot talk, just choose to write
©2010 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
Neck muscles vigorously strained
Pulled out like a wet frail rotted rope
Fastened together by a rusted lock with piercing sharp edges
Porcelain beads of sweat cling to pulsating vines

Staring up, as if something of hope is there
Intense powered complex thinking
No movement, just a frozen dead stare
Straight glance of light into a darkness covered cave

A battle royale of steroid induced thoughts
The mind, a cage match of soft pinkish flesh
Each thought it wearing armor of dull chilled spikes
Pain shoots through the cranium as each thought collapses into the cage

The eyes, a vortex into another world, look onward
Tears stream down of drunk crimson liquid
Leaving a salted burned trail down each toughened cheek
Stinging each eye with a impoverished sob

The mouth of dried ***** sand paper stays creaked open
A spiral of silk heated air escapes, but with no sound attached
Quivered lips cut from bitter winded blades
A soiled red with a blanket of cotton white

The position of deep depressed nauseating thoughts
The body is powerless and deathly limp
Glued to the seated area, as if it always lived there
A doll, a puppet to its overpowering super brain

Stuck in a painful vision
Will I return?
©2008 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
Standing chilled
Head down, surrounded by sound
Lights embracing the human body
Keeping it nurtured and warm
Head up, eyes stare forward
Everyone in an avalanche of dance
A raging community of movement
Yet you, the outsider stay glued to the ground
You’re asked to dance
By the coolest collective cat on the dynamic delicious dance floor
You know this person
They go by “Soul”
Why so shy?
If Soul can cut a rug, you can be the fabric
If Soul can bust loose, then you can also untighten
If Soul can dance the night away, don’t you dear go to sleep
Tonight is a special night
The dancing is not for singles
But for doubles
Don’t be afraid, dance with Soul

Dancing with Soul, you can feel it

Dramatic drums beating in your head
Soft iced guitar strings flicking your arms
Overpowered synthesized voice escaping your mouth
Your body a liquid rhythm of a harmonic ocean
You and Soul are one
This is no one else’s Soul
This is YOUR Soul
©2008 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
The saucy heated beat begins
The body and blood starts to rise

The sensual vibration moves
Shaking in the lower meat thighs

Vibrant lights turn off their burn beams
Crowded areas start to glow

I have that richness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Arms are tight with a violent sway
Body smooth moves from side to side

The feet are twins glued together
Move into a straight liquid glide

Dance in a mind all becomes one
Gleaming body begins to flow

I have that quickness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Take a chance and slide to the left
Then move the twitched out body right

Yell the dance passion out so loud
From the chest of full burning might

Everyone becomes a crazy
In a hot crooked little row

I have that twitchiness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Sparked up veins become a robot
Bring into the fake or the real

All the breakers spin the limbs
Move to what the body can feel

The people dressed in colored lights
Starring in a music life show

I have that thickness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

Blast many bombs of the treble
Bringing in a canon for bass

The music drug enters the mind
Keeping at a speedy trance pace

Powerful injected speakers
Start a quick mind vibrating blow

I have that itchiness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno

People embody together
The happiness like fire spreads

Millions of all colors dance
Laughing from the harmonic meds

A circular world of music
Close your eyes to move fast or slow

I have that sickness once again
It’s Electric Chronic-Techno
©2008 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
A body still from excitement
Head to the sky, waiting
A whole frosted dance is about to appear

Earth’s colossal yet gentle hands grab the sun
And turn off the gleaming lights

Darkness
Restful darkness

The ample wind covers the area
Like an invisible curtain of chilled silk

Then a moment of calm
Everything is still
As if a single picture was taken

Vibrant silver angels in their white cotton
Fall from endless stage in the sky
Embodying the frozen air
Thrusting their ****** dance
As they float towards the ground

These suggestive pale dancers
Land on your still excited body
Using it as their new birthed platform

They use their sensual ballet
To send ice cold stings through your bones
To bring a ****** tingle to your mind
Until your heart ******* to a perky smile.

This is called the seductive winter dance
Able to make your mouth gleam
And your soul tickle

Embrace the frigid sensation
As you give birth to your inner thrill
©2008 Paul Celano
Paul Celano Jun 2010
The eyes glaze over
From the icy chill that stings
Pale sand paper lips
Grinding the smooth skin
Frozen hands squeeze together
Creating warm inner pockets
Bones become heavier
Like inner stone in the body
Air of deep blue swords
Travel up the fragile nose
The throat with an inferno
From patches of shivering flames

Winter is here again
With her mighty power
The power to create beauty
And destroy it all at once
©2007 Paul Celano
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