If I could go there
the place I see
in my own eyes
mirror do tell me
is this real life
or just inside my head
what is that
I see
is it real life
seams real to me
or is this a picture
you paint for me of my soul
and imaginary
pictures in my head
and mirror
how on earth do you know
so mirror, mirror
on the wall
please do tell me all
reflect on
your own thoughts
of that
mirror
think I will
turn to wall today.

All to soon
in a land of dreams
we grow like a tree
running through street
to a city edge
fine a path to walk through
come to a canals edge
pick up the winds of time
move to a distant shore
of sand of gold
lay on a beach
get a sore head
feel dizzy for the rest of the day
and at night rub on cream
as our skins give off
a strange green glow
feel hot
even thought we are not
if you dream this tonight
write me
on a postcard
state'in wish
you where here
instead of me
no I don't.

drifting to places of the heart
echo like you remember in your past
of love and all the softer things
but just behind the shadows fall into dust
and at
you wake up.

That's what was written
on head stone
but even though they put me in in ground
saying never dead just forgotten
man I am still around
even now just a mound
or as girls say
just a small hill
first on my list
when I shake my hunting fist
and maybe who knows
late at night a vampire bite

All around nowhere
where the road never ends
bad drivers send me mad
thats about the time I get my lead foot
just speed up to leave them far behind
turn my radio up and like a shooting star
go right around the bend
and the juice goes down
pick up another friend
and sometimes knownon how to sing
thats when the bag goes off
and all I asked
was for her to read the ******* map
now getting buzzing in my ears
at a pitch that not nice
ant it a good job
I do not
drive.

:-)

P@ul.

They say taps drip
but I think taps tap
for they have more beat than that
and lets face it taps are smart
and not drips at all
taps must go hot and cold
and not feel bold
when they hear you say
my tap drip drips all night
must make all there joints feel tight
to hear you say that all night
so lay of taps today.

Today I went to see my doctor
he smiled and said long time no see
I said
O yes doctor for I have been ill
not even a smile
as he hit me with a hammer on both knees
and he wonders why I never go
he looked over the top of his glasses
and gave me some of my pills
and said keep away from rabbit hills on those
at that I departed.

Do stars sing songs
come on really
I know my telescope is good
the stars alway's come out bright
but my telescope has no ears
and all I see is bright light
but hear nothing
So
come on really!

A **** in a lift
is wrong on all levels.

Nothing seams right
as the wind comes whispering by
hear what it says
now standing
on top of this hill
waiting for the wind again
man I am getting old
hear'd nothing again
maybe need one of them electric ears
standing on the hill again
read the box
batteries not included
Man I give up.

My grandkids can do all this
e-mails with me just fly all about
to where landings unknown
they pop right in
pop right out
them e-mails
sure pop about
one good thing
no stamp
I wonder where
that last one has gone
o what the hell
sure time
will tell
but never will
get a handle on this.

See my books of surreal poems
sitting on the top shelf
in the adult section
of the library now
and the kids
unable to reach
un less they pile up the books of non fiction
be careful not to fall off.

Now I know why
momma said to me
son your to young to smoke
guess I will just to
have a bang on my e-cig now
them mothers know
how to please

:-)'    .

Ever since I was a kid
loved sweet Candy
and man how she knew how to please
got sweet candy all over my knees
she was like a lioness always ready to pounce
and man some powerful teeth.

O no not again
feel the Rock'n'Roll
come up from my knees
exploding within my head
here we go again
expressing harder times
in my head
has to come rushing out
beating in my brains within my mind
like a truck
Comes right out
like a phycodellick gargle
spilling out on the page.

:-)'

P@ul.

Shake your arms
wiggle your legs
thrash your head about
mix up all your thoughts
write those words right out on the page
and just see what pops out
Rock'n'Roll Skull Candy to.

It's in your head
not matter what you do
it won't go out
even if you shake your head about
and that's what head banging
is all about
give it a try
do not let this pass you by.

Today I did think
while flushing my head
that there might be a series of words
that a human could think
that when thought of
would change everything
for all those that there read
and indeed
the person that thought it.

It's called fallen cow
tastes of a woman whom I knew

Well babe
she don't no stand no fooling
even if she off her head
but it's nobody but you.

Lift your left leg
the nurse says to me
now yesterdays flowers
are still in my head
and now your asking me
to lift my left leg.

Well to say
she hit me with this tree or bush
maybe both
but one was warmer than the other
one hurt
one felt like bliss.

Male blue eyes
Sunday morning to the weekend
you said be so good for me
but woman you lieded'
you lay in the bed your going to have to sleep there
But people you have to do what you want
this is not my bed tomorrow
and not my bed today.

In there right mind
who
invented dental floss
I am sure if coming home drunk
would saw teeth right off
thinking about it must have been a dentist
******* my smile is mine.

What do you think they are for
to listen no
I asked a jipsy and this was what was said
you have two ear
the left ear
on the left side
is antimatter
the right
on the right side
is matter
the head
is to stop them coming close dear

what day is it?
I worn you baby from time to time
so I am moving on
i'm through with you
I am moving on
keep roaming on.

Never first to put in words
all the things that have past me before i was born
never first to say I love
never first to say there is nothing between my ears
never first to say
it has never been thought of before
so I hold dear to me all the things I know
the shade light and things
the fires warm energy glow
and all the things
I believe to be true
that might be different from yours
but you and me to
never the first
to think these things.

Men just have
nobble knees
and women
have designer legs
men just have lips
and women
a pout to kiss
mens eyes
deep set
women eyes
that sparkle?

To think about space and all the stars above
no I mean really tried
until you can not remember what it was you first thought of
but be careful do not hurt you brain
think I have just ruptured mine
now it is rattling in my head
E=mc2
loose over a tangent of the power of 2
prime number
well that's me how about you?

Now baby you've got the rock
now do not tell me I've not
just because my rock is so surreal
do not tell me my marbles are loose inside my skull
do not give my lame brain the blame
for the things your brain will not understand
learn to love the things you do not know how they are or feel
leave me in alone in my room while on my guitar I play my tunes.

I wake up
lift my body out of the the bed
into the bathroom do fall wash
into the mirror do staire
reach for the comb
blink no hair
place the comb back
there goes a super nova
welcome to the pleasure dome
all I have is my head
a new day is born
start a new day
take all the strife
please all the people I know I have to
now the day is gone
feeling one with myself
boot my computer up
look at the screen
let them words
flow
good times now.

I write these my poems here
I am always live
never copy paste them
I make them up here
this
is P@ul.
unplugged
so if you catch me please do say hello
I can never tell what sort of mood I am in
but mostly good

So give it a go.

Since my stroke
when I walk
to make my left move right
I have to think about it
If I do not
that's when it goes all of a kimbo

My left leg was right
no that was the right leg
I meant I lift my right leg first
no but what is left
by the left Right
Beware the Ides of march

I spend my life trying to keep others secure
my mind is that surreal some days it takes me time to find it
I am a lateral thinker so logic has no hold
I am mail and make all girls at some point cry
not proud but that is what boy's do
they say girls are sugar and spice
but some I have licked
taste more like battery acid
I love words and think you do not have to use
complicated ones to make a point
I am a man of the 60's
but for me
I would have not been born in any other era
you may have noticed very explicit.

Just sitting here tonight
letting the words fall from brain
and the tip of my pen
listening to some good rock and roll
wishing I could be playing my guitar
but it's getting late
and I want to keep next-door a friend
my world is feeling dark
and the sky is getting grey
think before morning it will rain
left hand hurting after my hard day working
tonight there will be no wanking
but tomorrow for sure
Pick it up.

If you can find the words
if your mind comes together
paint the words
put them together in such a way
from which emotion pores
become a waterfall
who's mist caught in the light
appears like vapour
poring from you e-cig pipe
feel the emotion becoming taste
zipping over your mouth
feel the emotion in your brain
love them words.

Have a bang on this
this will make your mind sing
that black man said to me
go on hit it this will set you free
now I have never done drugs
but that day
that black man was right
and past me his drum
now man that beat is going on
and finding
it's clearing my mind
that black man knows.

Some days I awake
with a tune on my brain
it annoys me so much
so now I try to write down the words
but today I was totally ******
for that tune was an instrumental.

Thinking I think
in my mind
I have created a Black Whole
in which my memory's fall
Must be similar to
I think for there so I am
or maybe a sign
thinking now I'm getting old.

Just had one of them days
you know the one's
one of them days where thoughts come to you in waves
but have nothing in common
Thoughts so totally unrelated
so while thinking of this and that
Jane said I cannot get this thought out of my had
I said you can swop it for some of mine
she just shock her head and walked past
now my mind in thinking
what have I done
which does not last long
then I thought
Just had one of those
Just had me one.

And for those that do not understand me
I feel pain but contempt
but out on the edge of the darkness of this world which we call our own
I canot hate
for you
must have your own opinion
Of what I write.

Take your time
do not be in a hurry
read all and listen
to the spoken word
for words tell the whole story
when they can write by the hurried man
can not keep in within or my blood will boil
mistakes and all is what I mean
My Poems

Now Alice was a very nice girl
even if she had a thing about rabbets
well breed like one
she stood tall, very proud,
on her own two feet, with slitty web toes
which stuck out to the side
she never would become a dancer
now her hair was curly but jet black
which fell over her shoulders
her skin alabaster white
her lips cherry red but thin
and strange but nice sticky out ears
which at times made her look like a fairy
if for would rain like man thunderstorm
ooO
and she like black rabbits
So that's my
Alice in Blunderland.

Alice sat down lent on a tree
pulled a book, from her gold and silver pocket book
began to read, but as she did would hum
the heat of the day did take its toll
her mind slipped back and fell down the rabbet hole
and as she did saw signs of the times pop up
her eye did blink, did I say, brighter than the blue sea
or the stars that twinkle on a starlight Coal bout sea.
Her dress bloomed up she drifted for the rest of the fall
in the meantime her lip turned blue full stop. period.

and like all girls became in a bad mood
and the story ends for the common man
as we know there nothing we can do, not even if you give up your arm
the king would not be pleased
at that, all the pink storks fell off there legs, fell and began to snore.
a sleep, now you know why!

Alice did I say
you looksiblime
with all your curls
that seams to curves your shoulders
and I just love them sticky out ears
pixy it up Mamrm.

My paint brush is Sable
and as I mathematical movie it across the page
to make some pattern that I feel loves me
I think that there is some love that there grows
and that pleases me
so I always look after my Sable brush
and give the love it deserves back
talking art.

Time takes your soul
the moment your born
day's turn's to year's
day after day, night after night
lost in space
makes your soul turn cold
and scream as you might
there is no noise
but time is all we have
so like me
thank god
that your here at all
in this your time.


P@ul.

I met
and your great
you will never remember
the question to everyone's question
is asked from within
but your question will be asked
I will never no
you find my mind like a kite
sailing in the wind
held there in the apparent sky's
of my tomorrow's horizon
I
just
POP
and GO.

Pop words
Pop play
Pop was
Pop and go
Pop in
Pop out
Pop far out man
POP aRt if you do not think that right just ask Andy Warhol
Pop dead
Pop is still alive now just watch ads on TV
Pop down the shops
Pop in a pin, on the internet

with love my

P O P  P ets

Slip>>> >  >   >    >      >....................................................Slid
as he and mind slid within
Slip>>> >  >   >    >      >........................................Caught himself
instead sliding within himself
Slip>>> >  >   >    >      >....................................................Slid
fell over did grin to himself
Slip>>> >  >   >    >      >....................................................Slid
fell again, sat down hard, did smile and totally fell off this world.

R.S.V.P.

As I go to bed this night
getting up early
to get ready
for my day's work

I wonder
how I will feel
as I need to deal with people
all day at work
trying to keep them happy, well and safe
for tonight I am not myself

so as I go to bed this night
I do pray
God for give my sins
make me feel right within
make me whole
tomorrow
take the shadows off my eyes
write within the words
I will need today
and together we will be whole

A M E N.

She took away my tomorrow
really all the love I had
think I must find some where
for in my head live
I am still in yesterdays sorrow
can't find the words
but better by you, better than me
so leave you alone
some one said
he that knows, knows nothing at all
so let it be
but pray
this night
before you sleep
Just for my own peace of mind
and in the morning light
I will still love you all
Night all.