She paints with her heart, not with her hand,
She expresses herself with every color on her canvas,
Aligned and planned out everything she has ever wanted,
Ready to go paint what she anticipated for so long,
She starts off with a clean white board,
and adds color wherever she goes,
Her smile can represent enough pleasure it gives her,
She sees the beauty of what she has made,

It starts off as a masterpiece, until she makes a mistake,
She wipes it, paints over and tries to make it go away,
She hates herself with each stroke she makes,
She mutters "What ******* I've made"

The color submerge just like water could,
The colors intertwine like roses would,
And in the end she knows that it all should have ended this way,
She says to herself *"It just another one of those days"

Once there was life
the life now I know
I had never seen
But as you know
there is still time
for everything
so enjoy life on the inside
of what ever you do
and we laugh and sing
take a walk
in the park
and see
what this means to you
and mother
I love you so.  Brackets full stop.

Ring-necked doves resting
Coo, build below higher nest—
Red hawks in the eggs.

Falcon rise— yellow racing eyes,
Blue wraith that rakes the skies,
Never has one fared such beauty,
Airs naught wholly bright as thee.

Is there a kneel for end of days—
Songs, deeds for those who prey?
Is there light breaking pied wings,
Or is heaven overlord to all things?

Sun spots feathering coated crest,
Talons top spires mountain breast,
When rivers of the wind fail all fowl,
What grace and splendour in a cowl?

Is there a psalm in the wailing winds,
A hymn that carries all innocent sins,
Or a fable, blue as stupendous skies,
A truest place where redemption lies?

The sea slides with lost ocean birds
And blue wings coast, row unheard,
Edging the skies with razors' tinge,
Seeding the immortal spark begins.

Falcon rise— yellow racing eyes,
Blue wraith that rakes the skies,
Never has one fared such beauty,
Naught airs wholly bright as thee.


                  — after William Blake

My place of work
Well it makes me feel like the man
And try for and think I am
The man to help folk
in all there wow's during the day
that they spend with us
That they feel they need most
from me as a man
So it was neat to see in my post
To read I had won a bronze
but still do not know what for
but in this years awards
seams I am a nomi

So to whom it was
Thank you
for as that man I may never know.


XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX   Paul

When I was young
I made Mary cry
in them days
the apple of my eye

We hind in shed
the difrence between
to explore
but I did hurt her soul

And after my tears
I did know I had done wrong
and that fact has taken
59 years to come out

So mary I can now shout
thank for all the shed days
and all that happened
that day.

Regards Paul

Why do you do what you do woman
even if at times I can not tell what you do
you know the things you do
doing the things to my heart
little things you do
that only you can do
but doing right
so I do say with all my heart
do be, do be DO  !!!
did I do that right
well that will have to do.

REGARDS PAUL :-)