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 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
Everybody
want's to go to heaven
nobody want's to die.
Still    H  E  R  E      P@ul.
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
I tell you human
never wish on a star at night
for sure enough that wish might come true!

It would be better
if you make your wish on a flower at least they will not hurt you
only getting bothered by a pixie or two.

You ask why you should listen to me
well you do not have to,
let me introduce myself i am P@ul and even Merlin
does not have anything on me as a WIzARD.

@@@  P@ul @@@
;=)  P@ul  ***.
isn't only in the number
of likes and reads and
comments obtained,
but also in it own self.
Many things in life are relative and opinions are quite subjective; so what counts for "a great write" seldom comes to a cud de sac view, as with the path taken by philosophy of beauty, goodness and love.
Will an eligible bloke happier be if he
Marries a ranking *ele like Miss Universe
With all her glory and graces, and 'cause
Of marriage mirth? Will a sheila pretty
An unbroken regalement have for a dream
Prince Charming--the fairy man of her whim?

Will the soul be jolly for the sophomore
More than for the frosh rapture of success
Had in the Ivy League of cosmic business,
When the heart cut a caper and an encore
Of hilarity requests of narrowed life--
To have constant binge in lieu of strive?

What man is wholly from trouble free, whose
Being be to sadness inured? Within, the
Spokes do sometimes snap at the rotary
Wheels of serenity, and chaos is let loose.
What thus can stay the pillars of pleasure in
A plagued world is above this little noggin.
*ele, in my native language Yoruba--which is spoken in the western part of Nigeria, Benin Republic and some other parts of West Africa and reaching to the Caribbean countries-- means a lovely girl.

Except if the meaning and translation had been lost in transist in other places but surely not in western Nigeria.
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
While sitting on the beach
that's within my own head
enjoying
a bacardi and coke
and just chill axing
it was brought to my attention
that to readers of some of my poems
it might give the reader
a headache or maybe worse
of course this is not my intension at all
so please note for the future readers
you read by your own choice
and any brains that might explode
was not the intension of the author
however if they do
please do not hesitate to let me know
Just for Linda--------Yes you know who you are ;-)   P@ul
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
Spending the day
on the roof of my shed
telling myself
I would be
better of dead
fading away in the
afternoon sun
no cloud or moisture
we have got
our lights on
but our eyes shut
spending the day.
Men know what I mean  P@ul
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
I can read you like the back of my hand!

152 hairs
some wrinkles
one mole
two scares
showing through veins
and
I must cut my nails.
True story  P@ul
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
While my body does sleep
my mind races on
it can go
anywhere it likes
it sounds
it feels
it takes me to
places I do not like
it takes me up
it brings me down
and in in these supernatural dreams
I know
I am not dead at all
and then my alarm goes    O   F   FF!!!!
Very true story just ask my subconscious mind.

P@ul  >  ----    :-)
The fall of any man is
hid
in forbidden things.
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
Woman
always remember do,
if nothing else

Woman
you still got me
and my poor soul

Woman
why would you
want anything else

Woman
are you off your tree
You've got me.
True story...    P@ul
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
There are women
who are just women
there sisters to
and that's what men do
fly the highwhyer
of you what you think
might be love
but
for me
just another drink  in a
chistelle glass  no more than that
P@ul
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
There nothing more
that I like than gardening
sticking my nose
into a rose
then remembering when
I was sixteen
for the smells was not a rose
it more like a ****
and cigarette smoke
mix in in a bar
but I still drift off
la la la, lar
so let back to the garden.
It's ok Now I only take Prozac to get me through  P@ul.
 May 2014
Paul Hardwick
I am I
and my synapse
fire again

Now move on
and read my words
there is no black white

in this world
so why newspapers
for we live

in a world made up
of tan
we are one

all of are dreams
are one
and we are the people
so if you have truck with that
then just ******* home
for tan people fight
for there right.
Not sure, how true this is
L          O          V           E
P@ul.  ***
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