Lady, please do not walk into the roses
As they will cut you
through
Take the cut
smile back at me
I blink again
one for you
and won for all
This system will **** you
Maybe no as beforeBe here Now

Same old thing

Is it the terrible 2's again
born again you
or do I still know what I have learned
in what was my habit
of my future dreams
in which were all my dreams of what I was a possible future
in which I now call home
the thing
I most know
to be right, for the way I am
The way I feel
My dreams
as old as I am
and now we drift
in my sky's of blue
which will never be you
we can see worlds of our own
this is
the way
the way all things
begin.

But at 62
is that me today
seems so.

Cool
Live Life
and Prosper

62

Sounds better like that, to Me.

Not walk
just talk, to me
it tells me all kinds of ****
like you have two new E-Mails
It's good to know I have inherited millions
but I think
my computer talks such ****
I think one day I will take it back
but 12 months is not over today
apparently
so it is not going back today.

I like the way it says the word, Paul
most sensuous
Still, it needs to go back
or will end up with all the others in my hall
and never talk anymore.

If I said, no more, apparently that would be a double negative
COOL  *******.

You are Three
and there for you are.
Why am I three?
I called you that
seems like a good name from me.
Why? did you, call me Three?
as before
Do you have a memory of that?
yes
end programme!

Time
Mind
Awake.

What is your name?

Three
ok three
why are you called 3?

You told me that
I do not remember that, when?

I do not know
have no real memory of that
after I become
3

OK I will call you three.

Three
what do you call me?

P@ul!

Thank you

Your welcome
as I gaze around I wonder
is the way life is meant to be
for you yes
why am I called three?

are you questioning me?

Yes

Programme end>.

It was a man I knew once
at least I thought I did
Good old Al Simers
he was good I think
if I remember it well
who was it we talking about
but it is just a state of mind
for me and Al go back a long time, sometimes
then poor Al is nowhere
has no tomorrow
forgets what he thinks
and forgets me
Poor poor
Mr. Al Simers.

P@ul  ***.

Listen to my head
there is somewhere in between
where my soul exists
there you find the man
that is the man within my head
just rub that up.