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Paul Hardwick Sep 2017
How much for that phone?

Apples fall
Gravity around
Lands on the Earth
Bacteria get in
Rotten Apple
Just saying.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Sep 2017
You know the dance beat
Even though I am now old
Still, have the beat
Although like lifting my feet from mud
On the dance floor,
I can be found
That's right, that's right
Might be old but still got to trip around
But for now out of breath.
Love Old P@ul.
surreal tangerine dreams.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2017
Woke up today
left half my head at home
or lost it on the bus
that was when my whole day fell apart
spent all my time at work
and nothing went right
all I tried fell to ****
supervisors gave me them looks
wish my head on my pillow' still, lay
me looking like an angel
there with my eyes closed
dreaming surreal dreams
but no your ******* body
had to say
**** not my fault
you are not here today
where are my brains
at home in a jar full of alcohol
"O"
I remember N O W.
P@ul   ***.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2017
Steam boats on the sea
Just a Role on the drum
dip into this
dip into that
hold on that fact
mother
I found a soldier
in the cupboard
I did I spoke to him
tried to hold his hand
he turned into dust
does my PC work?
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2017
Walking down the road
enter the local woods
it was there
I met a female
whom eyes deep as pools
pulling me in
into the dark waters
she let her dreams go
and her body like snow
against her dark hair
my hand softly stroked
it was there
the spear
peace
darken my heart
level 1.2.
P@ul.  HE He he!
Paul Hardwick Aug 2017
Girl, you get me to fall down at your knees
and you taste like battery acid to me
really not nice
but still love you so
as my tough sticks to the roof of my mouth
feels next day like *****
peels off making me gag
and your feet stink
fills up a room
and you wonder why
I am not really here at all
I dream of Pink lemons.
LOve ***.

Sorry Girls.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2017
How can you
**** up my dreams
buzz my words
make that sound
put it in my ears
how do you feel the passion
the air I smell is clean
sounds and dreams are not
Bullets are real
people drop
fall against a wall
flesh spills out
splatters
so ****** up.
Love P@ul. Hold my hand.
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