Paul Celano Poems

Standing chilled
Head down, surrounded by sound
Lights embracing the human body
Keeping it nurtured and warm
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What would you do for a touch of happiness

Would you run that extra distance
Would you spend that extra hour
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It all started one night
To wait for a moment
And have it feel like a life time
Surrounded by many people
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He sits hunched on a bench
Head down in depression
His job of mind splitting Hell
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A stone slab she sits
A dropp of her mind hits the ground
She stares down
Afraid to look up and face the pain
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The butterfly soars again
Born from magic dust
Its massive wings
Torn no more
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I became a brainless mute
My mouth droops open
Nothing but impassioned silence
For she was a giving disease
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Being a pin cushion of pain
The fist being the pin
Piercing into your body
Every blow another hole in your ego
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My True Friend

By your side
Brings a smile to your day
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I remember a sound time
A time of firm smile
My hand on my tepid chest
I felt an abundant marching band
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