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 Nov 2015
Paul Hardwick
My mind
is like a room
with a view
painting pictures of you
inside
so I can bring them back to me
make me just feel
to carry on
Out here I do not feel comfortable b
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ON THE EDGE
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**** I have fallen off











Just joking

P@ul.
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found that in my own picturegramm.
 Nov 2015
Paul Hardwick
You blanc me of your words
paint out all my words
paint me over with white
as if, I had never been here before

Get your decor on
but whithen peace
Be whole again
smile drift on look to where you lost your balance

Never feel the fall as it happens to you
never fall never anymore

You become the man so grounded
and the why you feel is grounded

So why are we not talking?
P@ul.
 Oct 2015
Paul Hardwick
Like candy floss man
sugar for my head
hyper now
as I slip into supper surreal dreams
some times, I do not know
which way is uppermost
or if I am in bed or awake
all in the head man
so how can you tell me if i am wrong
or if it's real

you think this how Alice felt down the rabbit hole
but my dreams a more confusing
am I mad
or just thinking I am
or am I alright
just another night
think surreal super dreams.
P@ul.    shot from the hip.
 Sep 2015
Paul Hardwick
All to soon
in a land of dreams
we grow like a tree
running through street
to a city edge
fine a path to walk through
come to a canals edge
pick up the winds of time
move to a distant shore
of sand of gold
lay on a beach
get a sore head
feel dizzy for the rest of the day
and at night rub on cream
as our skins give off
a strange green glow
feel hot
even thought we are not
if you dream this tonight
write me
on a postcard
state'in wish
you where here
instead of me
no I don't.

drifting to places of the heart
echo like you remember in your past
of love and all the softer things
but just behind the shadows fall into dust
and at
you wake up.
P@ul.
 Aug 2015
Paul Hardwick
When I awoke today
while walking down the street
and looking at my feet
it came across my mind
as the sun beat down
I was looking at yesturday's shadows
when your shadow walk next to mine
and seamed to make me feel whole
and now that shadow was just mine
and feeling the hole within my soul
I longed for yesterday's.
Positive and negative both at the same time     P@ul.
 Jul 2015
Paul Hardwick
Where i am going
I don't know
I am just doing, well something
station man i've been waiting
can you tell me when we are leaving
or where I am going
just want to go home
so station man
tell me which way's home.
Surreal   P@ul.
 Jul 2015
Paul Hardwick
Am I standing to close?

See I only do it, so I can smell your scent
you say your not wearing any, O you are
can I stand right here?
I do not want to be in your space
I just need the intoxincation see
OK no closer.

Your words
do you mind
if I take them in my mind
and make of them what I will
does it bother you
I f      I     S T A N D   here, right here.
TRue Story   P@ul.     Surreal.
 Jul 2015
Paul Hardwick
Watching the washing machine go round!
Makes me think
I don't need anyone, but a little love makes things better
well more bareable than before it was before
come up
run now don't beat yourself up
try, try, try but all things remain the same
or do they
does he need to know
what is is in your brain
that will be your guilty wish
wish I told you
did not really want to hold back
but what the did
so sitting now
watching this washing machine
and sitting on this.
Most Surreal poem yet   enjoy if you can P@ul.
might one day ask you what am I sitting on!
 Jun 2015
Paul Hardwick
Hole in my hands
holes in my feet
which when on I walk
the rust of old nails
bubbles through
and if i put my hands over my eyes
I see my lands in a 3D stereo scope
but I can do nothing about
that hole humanaty gave me in my heart.
true story i am told  P@ul.
 May 2015
John Ashton Upston
I came back for my own memorial,
I sat back and smiled,
only you could see me,
I knew you would.
Your eyes could not perceive but
you believed
and with your heart I met yours and you cried
deeply.

The blades of grass swayed,
and mostly everyone talked and laughed,
but you were hardly breathing.
I remembered now when I was a baby,
Teething, looking at you there was indeed, a nostalgic feeling
Bone cutting through flesh, inside being rendered
outward but I'm nothing, not anymore,
Just an apparition, a memory of that person I used to be,
And after a while your heart stopped bleeding,
And you closed your eyes and decided,
My smile was disheartening
And I died.
Oh, so quickly.
 May 2015
Paul Hardwick
What do you do?
I don't know but I do it anyway
I aways do as asked
I do what I do everyday
indeed I do
I do what I need to do
Why do you do it?**
I don't know but you find me
doing it anyway
come winter or spring
you will find me there
doing it all by myself.
True Story     P@ul.
 May 2015
PrttyBrd
Visions of a backlit childhood
Of golden-haired halos and shadowed eyes
Slideshow in flashes of painful yesterdays
For those still unfamiliar
Longing to hold the child as he cries
Those tears cannot fall in confusion's void
And fear darkens all roads 'can be seen
Still here, in their nightmare,
Like it was my own
Is a truth told in smiles and jellybeans
Long since gone away
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 Apr 2015
PrttyBrd
There in the closeness
A hairs breadth away seems a million light-years
The sweetest air fills lungs in hurried breaths
A quickened heartbeat drowns out the world
The mind twists and sways in thoughts that soon become a blur
Melded into emotion, into heat
And time stands still

Drawn like magnets to fill the gap
That electric blue spark lingers behind a gaze
Current runs high
Feeling the blood rushing through the smallest veins
Every cell electrified, every hair on end
The weakening of unwanted defenses
That moment the body and soul acquiesce
And time stands still

In the stroke of a cheek
The almost intangible sensation of gliding on smoke
Rising as the embers burn from within
And each breath fans the flames
Proximity feeds passion
As time stands still

The past, erased methodically, deliberately
For there is only this
This birthing of eternity
This moment when the tentative brushing of lips
Burns into soulful coalescence
This one reality
This moment
When time stands still
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And if you haven't found a kiss like that, you're kissing the wrong one


***Okay my lovelies, I have gone through three different titles for this poem.  I don't think any of them quite fit.  I'm open to suggestions.  So far I have gone through
-in the warmth of a kiss
-as time stands still
-the birth of eternity
-if a kiss is just a kiss, you're doing it wrong

Please feel free to list any suggestions in the comments or in a message
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