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 Jun 2019
Paul Hardwick
Just found out
I am like a low budget kind of man
\
Low Budget
Thought nothing of it
seems I am
is small
in a big
Budget Land
Just Thought I was a Man.
Hi Love P@ul.
 Sep 2017
cv
pretty girl with pretty flowers,
do not be afraid to trace the soft curves of your body
with your round, round eyes.
your monsters hide not there—
your guardian angels do.

when your night feels longer than the day,
breathe the smidgen of youth you have left in you
into the birds swimming fluidly with the stars—
their wings swiftly cutting smooth ripples into the sky,
disturbing the grumbling twilight.
you could be one of them,
able to go nowhere and everywhere.
like air.

don’t you want to go home?


sad girl with sad flowers,
keep your leaves tucked inside your old books,
in lacy sleeves, your peeling boots—
hope He finds them all there.

sing sweetly of the poets of all ages—siken, plath, wilde, whitman
shamelessly climb inside His chest,
gently rip His ribs apart,
the you that's serenading, softly seducing Him
with songs unsung and dreams undreamt.

let your baby blue skirt ride up,
drip, drip, drip,
let His calloused fingers brush your thighs made of syrupy milk,
as you smile, and smile, and smile.


fiery girl with stormy flowers,
the best things in life cannot be confined to a physical shape, cannot be
seen, or touched, or heard, or said—
yet in your eyes set heavy by damp eyelashes,
there is the primal, unconfined, raw thirst,
desperately hoping and searching.

is it a lost love? an unfounded love?
what is it that you are looking for?
snippets of a poem i wrote
 Sep 2017
Liliana Jaworska
I thought I love and then I saw you.
I love only You before creation of moon,
before light giving birth to mortal stars.
My past 'lovers' lost meaning
like a candle without taper waiting for a spark.
I never loved anyone.
It was just mind construct, dream of dead heart..
I always loved you and only you I will love.
I am God, fragments of morning kisses, every atom of your soul.
Creator is silent when He sees Himself in me.
As a result of my unconditional love
the moon will dance in the opposite direction
to the logic of all ascentors of centuries
in half-tons of my wistful soul full of unfathomable fondness.
And if the sun shines on man tomorrow with an unrelieved face
it's only when you and I unite in the love flames of our bodies
bringing God into the world, one soul of all Gods.
Trinity in two bodies will bless every human being
in every sacred touch of your kiss.
The etheric stars I will feed with heavenly light
of movement of your lips when you say 'i love you, art of my life'.
The breath of fantasts comes to the world
once in a million years, You.
God Himself gave me power
to bring the stars aglow under your feet
and burn with passion your heart and spirit,
the only one I adored, adore and will adore
in non-local reality of space and time, forever.
Ingenious Metaphysician of sublunary world I am
spreading astronomical theories of unconditional love.
No sun comparable to true love of your heart.
You are the axis of my universal soul.
You are the light inside black holes.
I am limitless love without concept of being loved in return.
God you are.
I am God.
 Jun 2017
Paul Hardwick
You are coming into my room
has no door handles
but has a word
the password
and you are welcome
to all my mind
there within to see
which is not always me
but makes me think about myself
making me a better person
than I was before
well I am always hopeful
mind the step
do not walk through the paint
that pops from the blisters of my brain
colouring the flowers
the pinks and hues
and bright yellows snow
that when a burst
drips into my mind
giving me all sorts of surrealist dreams
painting all my words
and yours
well you did not have to come in
take the lift
no farting
for that is wrong on all levels
and we are going to 98.6
please no smells
squeeze your buttocks in
hold the gasses in
they are for you
and not others
if you explode
then thank you for coming in.

Have a Fab day.
LoVe P@ul.  ***.
Surreal P@ul.
 Jan 2017
Paul Hardwick
W H O
K   n   o   w   s
what adventure this day will bring
or
W H Y!

The only thing I know
is tomorrow I might die!

So I in my mind
tomorrow never comes
for it always today
and today I feel alright
and if death comes will I know anyway
but there are the words
I have written down
that will out here
in this internet space
they will be always there.

So be good to my words
for they are out there
and no longer in my brain
or part of me
for you to read
them now
and this was part of me

T  O   D   A   Y.
L  O  V  E    P  @   u  l.
***.
 Jan 2017
Paul Hardwick
Turn on my light
show me
you know every switch and button in the house
then just hold me, baby,
show me you know
I do not want to have to say
I told you so
so baby turn on my lights.
P@ul. First one this year   ***.
 Dec 2016
Paul Hardwick
It's just a bit of folded card
the pic on the front
make it what you like
for It's just for you
all I asks it make it nice
the words inside
are just from me
and all they say

...

Is, have fab Christmas
To All
and at this time
or maybe happy holidays
if you are across the pond

Have a Happy Christmas
thanks for all your help
and just to known
some of you
on

Hello Poetry.

...

With Love and bests regards
From me to all of you.

...

Regards P@ul.  ***.
P@ul.
 Jun 2016
Paul Hardwick
Boldly gone,
where none have been
shattering 49.1%
of peoples dreams
now see how they run
look at them good
as they can not hide now
see them try to feather their nest
it has happened
politions get the gist
for now you have to work like ****.
true,   people are going to hate me for this!
but it is with love  P@ul. ***.
 Feb 2016
SøułSurvivør
PLEASE TRY TO CONTACT HER
VIA THE SITE MESSAGE SYSTEM!

HARRIET... DON'T GIVE UP BEFORE
YOUR M I R A C L E! YOU HAVE

F R I E N D S!!

WE
CARE!!!**

We have no way of knowing if your
posting is REAL or METAPHOR.
Even if it's a metaphor to your
end as a POET we care.

Thanks!


♡ Catherine
Please see my last repost!
Note it may be metaphorical.
The "birthdate" could be when she
started WRITING. But Nicole Dawn's attempt should be a lesson to all of us!

And REPOST hers and mine!
 Feb 2016
Paul Hardwick
My bed is made of candy floss
my house is made of cheese
it's light by loades of glow worms
the people next door
think that it's time I move on
there is a door at the front marked truth
and one at the rear marked lises.

Dear Mr Fantersy play me a tune
but stay out of my head
make people see we are one
there is no thing such as colour
and black and white is monochrome
so no colour @ all.


***
Not ****. the x is a kiss right between your eyes.

P@ul.
 Jan 2016
axr
destroy
gather
rebuild**

make it better
late 2016 poem. YOU are in charge of your feelings and your actions. don't blame circumstances for a bad day. just make it better.
 Dec 2015
Paul Hardwick
Circling in a plane in the sky
feeling that no sense of the earth
coming to land after the trip to another land
the custom man checks me out
look's me in face
then look through me
with his board blue x-ray eyes
thanks me in words I do not understand
like I landed on mars
so I write this to you all
this is what this poem is doing to you!
After a fab holiday    P@ul ***. Happy Christmas P@ul.
 Dec 2015
Paul Hardwick
Moving across the country
in to the midnight sun
arrived at a party
now some were ******
others still whole
when a man almost a shadow
gave me his card
I said ******* ref
your not going to catch me no
not this
midnight rider.
P@ul.  Happy Christmas All, Lot's of Love P@ul.
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