Flowers burst in joy,
Confetti of Butterflies,
Petals in the sky.

The dark woods circle the clearing.
The marsh birds, safe in their stalks,
Curtains to the yellow,
Cautiously wading.
Wick and wings — wand
Over, under leaves.
Merlin shoots — morning,
Smokes the light
Air.  

The woodland birds,
High and low,
Flick and feed,
Soon will turn,
To fallen
Seeds.

In the lowland fens at the worlds end,
Like the ferryman, a blue heron waits,
Eyes of dragon fly, hover, over still water,
His legs are the oars rowing to the dead.

For a long time i felt
just my emotion
and none of anybody else
and overtime it has become
something else
so i want to hear of the pulses
around me
the HELLOW people
I have come to love
and respect!

and do not worry
you can not hurt me for long
for I know what I am
JUst this MAn called Paul.

It is not the cough
that carries you off
It's the coffin
they carry you off in.

You are

ONLY  PRITTY  AS HOW  YOU   FEEL.

PRITTY  AS  YOU  FEEL inside, SO   COME ALIVE

AND  GO  do some good,   ONLY  PRITTY  AS HOW  YOU   FEEL.

PRITTY  AS  YOU  FEEL inside, SO   COME ALIVE.

Whilst you nurse and tend your Vain, Swollen Foot
After hours of Practice did Hone your Length
You played the Player; By Mile's Minds re-boot
Merely welted your Soles from out of Strength
Of course, lonely were Rehearsals increment,
Much did the Egyptian wrap Portions complete
But knew your Pores; Thus applied Fortiment
That Stung-Itched Balm by Glossy Herbs replete
The Mobile rings. Of Double Versions heard
One by your chest and the Other near soul
Each held Respect-of-Confections your Word
Then sample enough to make your Man whole.
What else could I say? Save my Starling Greet
Your Long-Distance Call I would haply meet.

(Happy Birthday, WILLZY!)