Surrealism. - Hello Poetry

Apr 2015

Paul Hardwick

Politicians have forgot
where the butity lies
they now tell us
what we, we think,we would like to know
time for politicians to grow up
you can not fool
all the peoples all the time
to protect the few.

True Story Regards P@ul.

Apr 2015

Paul Hardwick

Travelling M@n.

Th@t's wh@t I am
head full of dre@m's
I do not stay @nywhere long
I he@r your words
But I @m the Tr@velling M@n.

True Story just @ ****** P@ul.

Apr 2015

Paul Hardwick

Dear God in my head.

Dear God,
In your head
are ready for this?

do you want me to ask you why
why I am like I am
come on God join the crowd
lets play some ball
shoot at that far end wall
after we can head to the local bar
drink some
maybe play some guitar
ok you are good at drums
whatever
everthing happens
God do you smoke
no I mean like the **** man
nice after coke seams to bring you back down
witch girl would you ****
say no more
God I am so drunk
time to take you home
before you drop me off
I am sure I had a question to ask you.

well keeps happing to myself
P@ul.

Apr 2015

Paul Hardwick

It was.

Man I was there
that night when your mind
went into melt down
did not know
you had that fight in you
sort of shame me
built up castles of these times
now I running out of control
mind free
now the court ask me
was this man helping himself
I was there man thats how it went down
all I could say It was
mirror it any why
the reflections will tell you so.

True story Regards to paul :-) P@ul.

Apr 2015

Paul Hardwick

POP in art.

Pop* in pop art
just poppin up the shops
pop in my mums place
just pops in
as I am near your place
pop pills
I am feeling
I am dripping
I am in love
now just poping off.

Surreal POP art.
P@ul.

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

Space is a limit.

Space is a limit
once your
out into the air
feel the earth pull your body down
here we live on this solid ground
here we move around
mess with each others heads
planted seeds in the ground
grow stuff
then when dreams came around
and we want to get up
far beyond
the politicians
tell us
that is to expensive
lets instead rebuild this bank

f u c k O F F

don't tell me how to think
I'am better off on my own
and my mind is in outer space.

True story P@ul.

WARNING! This poem is very surreal, might mess with your head.

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

Funkadelic.

Hear all the guitars
hear the words
i still remember when saw your face
think that day
I feel in love with you
I am so confused
I can't believe this is true
the way your smelled
makes my heart melt
fear as cripples me inside
so funkadelic
it's the way you
walked into the room
stood by at the bar
scented up my leg
winked at me and smiled
done me in
mess with my funkadelic brain
I winked back
you giggled
just wanted to kiss you there
and hold you
feel your presence
see how close you are to my heart
Just another Funkadelic Dream.

goosing my own mind here True P@ul.

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

W H A T!

What the ****
woman each and every time
we make love
you cut my back with your nails
I told once
I've told you twice
love is passion not pain
leave my ******* back alone
kiss me, do nice stuff
tell me how you love me
but Kat don't cut me with your nails.

Make LOVE and not WAR sleep well tonight P@ul.

Must be my best poem so far!

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

My lemon scented head.

Do thoughts
smell of lemons
or is just me
is my mind boiling up?
always thought people smelled like pork
is it me
or am I burning up
court up in a dream
going places I have never seen
while the sun turns into rain
my lemon thinks on
dark clouds form
inside my heart
and all I can think of
is lemons.

True story P@ul.

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

My bleeding heart.

Some day's
all the people talk to
let go
tell me things
just tears @ my heart
and all I can do is continue to be free
just building castles of sand on the beach in the dark
so I go on and just be free me
but it cuts me deep
and my heart bleeds.

True story P@ul. bring your own bucket.

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

Play with my heart.

I like flowers
but I am as strong as man
that never cry's
but I offen do
on nights when alone
the men are not the strong
for it takes
a woman to hurt one
first they play with your heart
then your ******* mind
then one day
when you lest expected
they stab you in the heart
so woman
if you ever get to my bedroom
leave all your weapons outside
and just be woman.

Don't Play with my heart.

So true P@ul.

Mar 2015

PrttyBrd

Lullabies and Dreamscapes

I listen to you breathing in the darkness
A sound that turns my lips into a smile
A soft rumble like the purr of the sweetest kitten
There is no denying that I am wholly smitten
So I listen to you breathing in the darkness
For just a little while

For just a little while longer
I am lost in the slow, steady sound
The sound that makes my stress falter
And I pray that life doesn't alter
For just a little while longer
I bask in the love that I've found

The peace that your slumber affords me
Is more than I have ever known
The hope that used to elude me
The joy that once seemed to exclude me
The peace that your slumber affords me
Makes it so I don't fear being alone

Tonight as I listen to your sleeping
I remember how life forges through
Embracing the unknown connections
The comfort in emotion's reflections
Tonight as I listen to your sleeping
I am lulled to sleep dreaming of you

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#love #dreams #listen #sleeping #laugh #slumber #snoring

Mar 2015

Paul Hardwick

F R E E /hat.

F          orever
R                eal
E  chos in my
life is     E                         lectric.

Thanks P@ul.