I'm always
                   tired and
                                  sick;
find the security in that.

My mind wanders
                               way
                                      too
                                           close
to the edge;
                   it's wiating to be pushed.
there is no comfort in that.

Sparkling red droplets
                                     tangle
                                                their
                                                         way
around wrists, a beautiful dance of mixing sins.

There is no security, no safety, no comfort
within me anymore.

If I had a Rocket!
then that milkey way
                                        i eat last night
                                                 will have to watch out
                                  for it's self
                As I blast off past mars.

I'll Be Your Mirror
and Reflect Who You Are
So You Don't Have To
and While I Reflet You
You Me Will To
Yes I Will Be Your Mirror Tonight.

Joey will come
and she will be there
even in her death
                     for I know
                     joey will come

                     how I miss her silver hair
                     and her sweet dear face
                     I miss the way she was
                     I miss her mad elastic head
                     That seam to think wonder's
                     Of today and many lands
                     How we played mind games
                     which now                                      Joey MAKES ME THINK OF YOU       LOVE    Paul.

Brink, badly dream turned over

                                                        t
                                                        h
                                                        e
                                                        n

                                                        F
                                                           E
                                                              L
                                                                 L
                                                         \                /
                                                            O         F
                                                                  F

                                                                  .

Some days when I wake
i just feel like
i am just a dream
                                still dreaming what is me
                                then i wake up
                                and wake up for real
                                                                     and realize
                                                                     yes that is me
                                                                     just a thought that comes from nowhere.

Why
         do'nt snowmen have *****

They can not dance.  :-)

Sit
      sat down
                       he did not want to
                       but this day
                       he        
                       knew
he had           Satting to do.

Writing is like standing in the middle of no where
that's where we begin, and hopeing the day will get better
and the sun will shine on what's now seems so dim
the pen, the hand, will then begin
and the brain will kick in.

Rissa De Rein
of nothing at all
et très petit
and very small beauty
Respect Paul
De Rein.