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 Apr 2015
Paul Hardwick
Why do i express
in words the things
I car'nt say
maybe my words are my mind
which in the day
scambles on thinking things
all the things
I could not possibly say
I am sure my mind
will blow up one day
bit like an atomic bomb
and from that
we are not all coming back
i do not see me seeing black
it will be more a glow
the colours of
I car'nt imagin
though

no
I
Can not*
the river sets in the valley of life.
 Apr 2015
Paul Hardwick
Why must I
feel like I am blue
this morning when I woke up
I was sure I was green
what has change?
colours you might say
that's not how you feel
on this a green day!
still none the wiser
my body travels on
to a green day
make it so
but
I
am
B L U E.





Sat back watching a film
and all I found
was blue
people like me
they said I might servive
although your blue
I am not blue
I would shout back at them
they never listen to me
listen
I
am
******* green






Just as much as I think you know
this morning woke up





Had no clour at all.






Pupets are painting there toes
who's pulling
the strings
puppets who care carry on
but my mind car'nt
pull one and poke out your eyes out.
 Mar 2015
Paul Hardwick
Don't do that again
get lost with sniffing my hair
might have
this morning picked up your shampoo
had my eyes closed

You know yours is the cheap stuff
anti dandruff shampoo £2.99 from Lidel

now I am like my dad
while in the shower eyes close just pick up a bottle
mum left the Cif there
Dad smelt of lemons for a week.
True Story        P@ul.
 Mar 2015
Paul Hardwick
one world
on which @ night
I rest my head
and in the day my head
gets on with other things
one world
for me
one for you
how to me
dose this seam wrong
there is only
one world
on which
I rest my head
one slip
and my head rolls off
on to the earth
face filled with the sand of the world
on which @ night I rest my head
one world
which I try to keep safe
now smacks me
in the face
the
world
on
which
@
night
I
rest
my
head.
True Story                 :-)                    P@ul.
 Mar 2015
Paul Hardwick
Turn on your head
and the dance begins
think of words
toss them down on the page
feel the words in your head
for with them you can be anything
let your imagination sing
and before long
your swinging about
with all the dancing words in your head
jig move your feet
rock about.
Well that's the joy for me      True story         P@ul.
 Mar 2015
Paul Hardwick
See my face
as it's smiles
look at that, and remember me, as I was
the shadow of yesturday and tomorrow
it ant getting any better than this
for this is me today
and you ask me why I pray

Look into my eyes
for they tell all
I am alive inside
I have no fears at all
just glad to be me
as you are you

So see my face.
True story      P@ul.
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
And what I would be
that I can not tell you
when I stand or a road side
I can tell you that's a place
I would not rather be
although good at it
hold my light
like a cigarette in your hand
and when you've had enough
snub me out
and never come back to me
spend time in my window
don't ******* out
for that's where I am.
True story            P@ul.
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
Do you know
what happens when time slips
can you tell me with your own lips
will you tell of it's frail, defaults and sail along with me
into a sea of words
for this is what make me
when time slips.
True story     :-)     P@ul.
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
You, me and yesturday
sometimes I don't where I am
yesturday still hurting me
not knowing where I am
you had your fun
played the man and drove me whiled
and now I don't know where I am
not sure what day it is
or if I am a man.
True story    P@ul.
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
Why
can't you see
woman you driving me mad
and why I'm crying like a child
see what you've done to me
you had your fun
some times I wonder
will I ever learn
that's the pain your mean to me
Sara Lee.
Sara Lee is fictional to protect the inocent   True Story.

P@ul.
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
Looking out my windows
nothing to see
only my reflection staring back at me
come on now microsoft
maybe nextime I will hit the power key
all will change when the morning comes
when looking out my windows.
True story    P@ul.
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
Hi
please
let me introduce
myself for I'mmmmmm
>                                                  <
and  T  I   M   E.
True story         >P@ul<
 Feb 2015
Paul Hardwick
Dear
Mr fantasy
Keep me straight
play to me a tune
sing me a song
play
guitar
and make
it snappy for if
have none of these
things I will be blue
so mr fantasy
please
make
me
happy
.
.
.
thanks
mr
fantasy.
Just a dream...  P@ul.
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