Yes I am triping
my mother said
always wear protection
so I always leave my socks and gloves on
has to be a news day
in a restaurant
ask the man
where are the toilets
he said just go down the stair
saw a sign on my way home
said falling rocks
what am I to do with that
life is a lottery be lucky
walked past my local Indian
sign says
try our curries
your never get better!



Love P@ul.

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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Just joking

P@ul.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.