"Kiss"

Kiss me with your eyes, that tender glance you give,
That makes men out of monsters, mortals of kings.

Kiss me with your ears, when you hear the time pass,
Remember revealed, the secrets of the past.

Kiss me with your scent, that I will gladly drown down,
With my head in the clouds, both feet on the ground.

Kiss me with your words, lest I hear them no more,
A voice from the darkness, with stories of yore.

"Kiss" -- edited

Kiss me with your eyes, that tender glance you give,
That makes men out of monsters, mortals of kings.

Kiss me with your ears, when you hear the time pass,
Remember revealed, the secrets of the past.

Kiss me with your words, lest I hear them no more,
A voice from the darkness, with stories of yore.

Kiss me with your scent, that I will gladly drown down,
With my head in the clouds, both feet on the ground.

Kiss me with your breath, the warmth from the cold,
That excites every fiber, every being of my core.

Kiss me with your touch, to awaken the longing,
Entice the sensations, needs of fulfilling.

Kiss me with your passion, that fire in your soul,
To melt away with sweetness, the bruises from the fall.

Kiss me with your all, not wanting, no lack,
And I will do all the same, and kiss you right back.

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Rehab (part 1)

If the straightjacket I’m wearing is any indication of the trouble I’m in, I’d be dead already. Padded walls all around, designed to keep me in a prison of my own delusions aren’t enough to cage me.

Shaking my head to keep an itch at bay, I keep my mouth shut as the guard/orderly passes and peeks in my room. The door opens.

They grab my elbows and hurl me up to lead me to another room where they strip me down. A fresh set of clothes waited for me. “Good behavior.” they say, while leading me to another room.

Good behavior. How ironic.

"Shadows"��

I may never see the face that lies behind the shadows,
Those unknown eyes that can bare my soul,
Peeling away my innermost vulnerabilities,
Without even trying.

Each move I make is like being under a microscope,
Followed around like prey--
Observing each nuance, each breath, the quickening of the heartbeat,
Feels exciting.

I watch back and try intimidation knowing I'd lose anyway,
But it doesn't matter, I'��d go down fighting.

We danced the dance of restlessness and anticipation,
Long strides, hips swaying, bodies turning,
Back and forth in this game for two.
Can'�t get enough.

I held in a deep breath, the hairs at the back of my neck tingled.
The sweat made my skin cold against the air.
Exhales... like the way you blow cigarette smoke between your lips.
My heart fell.

That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know things aren't right,
That's exactly what it is�.

I lost again and collected the damages,
This cat and mouse hunt that keeps playing in my head.
Funny how addictive the tension can be, like waiting for the balloon to burst,
Except it always fizzles.

I know that ghost that lies in the shadows,
That scrutinizes every move I make,
Building up more walls for defenses--
Futile endeavor.

The ghost that haunts the waking moments, the sleepless nights, after all--
It'�s just me.

"Rehab" part 2

The Holding Area, also known as Party Time. They make us "socialize" in the attempt to have us return to normalcy -- or at least some measure of functionality. Some card games, magazines, TV shows, chit chats... some just flatly walks around staring at nothing. Just as long as nobody gets hurt, everyone stays happy.

A chick wearing overalls comes up to me with a with her eyebrow raised, a sarcastic smirk across her face. They let you out? Yeah. Good behavior. She chuckles, Her eyes shift left and right and signals me to to lean closer. With a low voice, she mumbles in my ear about some gossip of new management taking over the joint. Can't let them find out we know about this, makes them nervous knowing someone can't keep secrets. Like it makes a difference in here.

Time's up! Back to quarters. Another day. Wasted.

"Rehab" part 3

I was lost in my thoughts when the tray slid into my cell. The clanking of metal against concrete waking me from the running commentary I had in my head.

Swill.

The image of Hannibal Lecter appeared in front of me as he was savouring his delicacies on a candlelit table with silver and porcelain and a glass of fine, red wine.

I suppose I can pretend, for now.

"Rehab" part 4

Morning doesn't come too soon or too late when you've got no place to go; it just comes and makes you think of your own mortality. And sleep isn't a good night's rest; it's just a preview of whatever's ahead of you.

The faint sounds of a wake up call gets me moving. I wash myself up and stare long and hard at my reflection. Seems like nothing's changed on the outside, but the inside tells a whole 'nother tale. I shake my head out of its futile rumination and and hit my fist against the wall.

"Crap!" I never did like the word "sh**".

"North Star"

I see the distant stars of me and you,
In the black abyss they call night.
The depth and breadth immeasurable, true
Masking radiance into glimmering light.

Our eyes can't see what our hearts can touch--
Fickle destiny of unknown chances.
Constant path, a rock, a crutch,
No games, no foul, no tricks, no dances.

I gaze to you from my place in the sky,
And watch you fade with each morning rise.
As each dawn and twilight passes by,
I wait with patience for my prize.

A peaceful sight for a lonely wanderer, you make,
A thoughtful silence, a restful soul, and lessons learned, I take.

"Rehab" part 5

Feels good to be out in the light. Soak it all in. Never know when another chance might come again.

In between watching the jail birds and the eagle eyes, I spot a black sedan on the other end of the field. Looks like Chickadee saw it too, no I still don't remember her name. She sent me a nod and a smirk, then proceeded with her task.

Clipping grass is like meditating-- it's like making a zen garden out of dead blades, zoning out to the sound and rhythm of the cutter slashing leaves. But I wasn't prepared for the out of body experience I was about to have. Wiping the sweat falling on my eyelash, my vision cleared, and there it happened...

An Angel entering purgatory.

Rehab part 6

The mess hall was a bevy of action as usual. From where I was, curious and shifty glances with low whispers were being made. Those that could care less just went on with their lives, lucky bastards. The Old Timers were laughing at a joke about a man, his wife and his mistress.

Something was different. Extra sentinels parked at the doors. In the see-through window on the other side, I saw the Angel with other men and women in suits and blazers staring at us discussing, as if we were oddities in a museum. Maybe we were.

I smiled. The food's not bad today.

Hi, I like this one a lot- very melodic - but says very deep stuff - oh, I edited this - it doesn't seem in the right place- I was talking about the poem - I wonder........when the fish will sing etc.

question are we just watching you have a rant! or do we get to join in.?

Jump right in...
Comments, critiques and suggestions are welcome too
I was actually thinking about getting some input on "Rehab" before I continue with it...

Thank you and welcome

now by rehab do you mean AAA..
like hello everybody my name is ..PhD.... and I'm addicted to sex.
and alcohol.. not necessarily in that order..lol....

sorry I've been drinking already.
I think I have one too many A's..
in ...AA

Mmmmm... Since you're asking...

My first question about rehab is... Should it actually be set in:
A. Correctional facility / prison
B. Asylum / psych ward
C. Addiction facility / rehab center
D. Only the protagonist's head

we usually have our meetings in my neighbor's garage over a case of beer.... and then we move it to the local strip club..... God I need help badly...lol..jk

So your answer is D?

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