Am I standing to close?

See I only do it, so I can smell your scent
you say your not wearing any, O you are
can I stand right here?
I do not want to be in your space
I just need the intoxincation see
OK no closer.

Your words
do you mind
if I take them in my mind
and make of them what I will
does it bother you
I f      I     S T A N D   here, right here.

We live on a mountain
that is made up of our mind
and from the top
we see all
from above the clouds
we feel god
way up in the thin air
and if, I stand on tip toes
I can see my house from there     :-).

Get this world together now
It's time like never before
Give your sister a kiss
tell your mother you love her
tell your father your proud of him
become one and all
for this world is not money
this world is love
it's not street, and all that call
it's you and me
It's time
be
what we expect of you
so put your hand on your ***** and get out there
It's      T     I     M    E.

But in my mind
I am all that I will ever be
in the universe I am small
but part of something else
which makes me smile.

Have you ever been
in the place where a **** you can taste
have you tasted you know but can tell anyone what it is
that the place where taste becomes smell
for the body that is the same
but have you had taste in your brains
Iike plastic, well not natural
something else

P@ul.

Watching the washing machine go round!
Makes me think
I don't need anyone, but a little love makes things better
well more bareable than before it was before
come up
run now don't beat yourself up
try, try, try but all things remain the same
or do they
does he need to know
what is is in your brain
that will be your guilty wish
wish I told you
did not really want to hold back
but what the did
so sitting now
watching this washing machine
and sitting on this.

Sit back with the familly and let it past
not saying what I really wanted to
the older you get
you get more of that
so I ask
how many more times
can I do this stuff.

Come on in join the crowd
sit right down
and let's play ball
you know that word thing you do
that shows up things in our words
which we bander about
and amuse
each other with all day
or just listen
and let me have words my way.

******* full stop.

I love the way you do that
WHAT!
blow you vaper in my face
the sounds she sounds does my mind in
custards creams in the air
YOUR QUITE MAD YOU KNOW THAT?
I might but what the hell
lets vap
WHAT ARE YOU VAPING
Kiss for it reminds me of your lips
WHAT WOULD YOU VAP LICKING MY ****?

Come in get yourself a drink
come over here sit yourself down
for we have each other to get to know
ask yourself what else would I do
so sit over here
ask me things and I will ask you
so I can see all the colours from that you are made
and you to get to know
but at the end of the day
there will only be
ME & YOU.

How many times will I ask myself why
how many times
how many times will I cry
how many times I ask myself why
how many, lady's at the counter, acting like a *****
how many times.

Please DO tell me so
why are dreams bad and fk with my mind

They tell me things
that are just not there
not in my world of reality
mostly bring me down, never up
tell me things that are just lies
sometimes take close to a *******
almost there, hit me with a nail in my face
blood flowing, that morphes, into the ex
FK these dreams and the ex
never getting me one of them again
she has mest with my mind.

Trying to give up smoking
so got me one of them e vapour pipes
so I don't have to inject nicotine into my arm
or wear them stupid patches
seams to be working
one month clean
breath now nice
smelling like strawberries cream
feeling a new man
I can see it really working.

I wantted you baby from time to time
but you would not listen
all you had to say
I'm not in mood
I'm moving on
you would just not listen
got my head phones plugged in
got me some sounds playing
baby I'm movin on
I'm rolling on
and this daddy
ant coming back
had it all with you
I'm through with you
I'm movin on
you took my dream
but gave me no tommorow
got my head phones plugged in
I'm movin on.

L♥VE never
found DNA
never know if I had it.

Close my eyes
as if I am blind
listen to only spoken words
hear things
then become confussed
who did to what and why?

My mind is guilty of many things
with all the things
it’s able to think
is yours?

are you free
within, if not
come on and see
release the words
from your heart
feel them pulse
open up and become
your very soul
feel them and cry
wet tears on your face
feel the pain
and process
words
in
your mind.

Have a ****
bathroom wash your face
pull your socks on
look for a clean shirt
pull your tie up to the neck
go out catch the bus
never on time
upstairs sit slip into a land which is yours
head to start work
grettings have begain
wake up and be the star you are.

Hole in my hands
holes in my feet
which when on I walk
the rust of old nails
bubbles through
and if i put my hands over my eyes
I see my lands in a 3D stereo scope
but I can do nothing about
that hole humanaty gave me in my heart.

Work ends my day
but only darkness hides my pain
switching my light off
is like switching off my eyes
at that my mind wakes up
and the pains of past do come
to horn't me all night long
it's a wonder my poor heart makes to dawn
so you see
D A R K ness
Hides
MY PAIN
and tomorrow night I will do it again.

Come on people
lets cellabrate the rainy days
read on here
and you will see I am not wrong
on sunny days
we all smile as the radiation burns our skin
growing cancers deep within
we all smile
and say what a beautiful day
be sure we have it all wrong
but when it rains
protected by the clouds
we all look gloomy and for cover do run
so next time
you looking for a holiday
pick a place where it always rains
and I will see you all in Wales.

If I was a girl.
I would not like myself
If I was the Pope.
* I wonder about the words I was told to say
If I was made of fruit.
I would be a pineapple, love the french "ananas"
is that a bad thing to say?
But not as good as the french for grapefruit
which is  "pamplemousse"

If you love it like me
now pamplemousse sat cleaning his tall, bitting it in in his teeth
his pink fure cleaned from bugs now
he combed it out and did grin from ear to ear
that was when he met her *Alice
she asked him some no sense, which made him smile more
so just pointing Alice left

If I was story teller
you would have got more of that
But no I am just a F*king poet
If I was like nature
I think I would like to be fire, because that stuff hurts,
well maybe not me, but one can wish
If I was truth
I would see for miles


If I was me you might see me here now
If I was me * I would hold you in my heart
If I was me *when I hold you, you would know

If I was, a pink grapefruit
*I would be pamplemousse

In my BOX room
I have two windows
one looks out over the street that the people abuse
the other looks at the world, that people confuse for the streets
But I am telling you here
anybody that does
will have to answer to the court of fantasy.

Written HERE
for all the people
that mean so much ME.

looking at your words
moves me
the first night I sign up
the snow for me was falling outside
and I felt cool
but reading you words warmed me up
and as the snow fell
I went to bed
and slept like a frozen rock
but woke up
to feast on a breakfast of words

SO here is L  O  O king @ you @ll.

And yes if you see me on line
I am just writing my words
this is created here
for mainly me and you
I want is hear from you, if you, think you can, please tell me

What you think?
did it make you feel?
did it make you creative enouf to make words of your own?

You will fine me here, or down at the arched
not that I any good at games
Please do ask
if you ever have a question
or neather of will know the answer there to made.

We are just the boy's
doing the thing's
we wantted to
that night, we felt, we are, now born
not sure where this will take us
but that night
three princesses born to the one passion
even now as I think of it
I can not remember what it was
but must have been great
maybe a legond M O S T.

WHO    KnOW's!

Your safe and warm
got a brake from the storm
and visiting time seams like the past
and you just reched the part
where your losing  spirit leave you heart fast
and this giant of darkness surrounds you
it a long way to dawn
and your shivering to hide
so you wait for the sun
just to known a new day is began
but today you feel of glass
sitting on a shelf that you know will fall down
waitting to drop.

It was all down to that first bite
now him and sue are playing
when he pulled that dolls head off
she bit his arm
and made him cry
fill him up with all kind of madness
he cry'ed on his own
***** he might of thought
if he know that word
but he did not
so bottle it up
only to come out latter in life
slash as he was known then
met sue in a bar
so went over introduced himself
grabed and bit her arm.

For it will not be long
don't waste another tear
for it will be long
before I am dead and gone
just happening
like a smear on a napkin
just a smudge on this world
a stane in life
a wipe on paints
the you will see the arshol that was me
P@ul.
THe brown warrior
means small but, Napleon was to
watch out, I will bit your knee
just come at me
with your arms.

Push don't pull
now is it me
Do you Push a DOOR
or do you PULL them
in a shop if I want a way in
I do not want to go to mars
so make all doors automatic
swish then about
to invite me in
NO no not round and round
you just need that noise
swish as there open
like on star trek

Call me old fassioned but that how it works

for Ian Bradley if still alive

P@ul.

"Sorry lift my card at home,"

"If your late again, the supervisor"
"said we are going to put you on to daily signing"!

"sorry but I am only 18 teen"


THE    ST O RY    BE  H I N D  THiS   e POEM.
It was about that time, I started to smoke
and now at 60
just came to my mind I should *stop
so took up eCigarettes to help my off*
if your thinking that, behave yourself.
so here we go
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ePoem.
This a poem within my own surrealist head
safe to read in mixed company
no second hand words
will put no smell on your breath
or your clothes
so you can read it out loud and clear
to girlfriends read to all mine
which I can count on one hand
life is pleasure
with all one of you
so as you read this, you should know
although late in life
I am surreally looking after myself.





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TRUE    STORY   P@ul.

Have faith in me
have faith in yourself
if you think that is what your mind is needing
have faith to learn
have faith to be on your own
have faith in your god if you have one
have faith to now all things new

But most of all have faith in you.

Sunshine help me
to be me
set me free
take this haze away
Sunshine help me
colour pictures
of things you've never seen before
in your mind.

As I cry and the tears fall from eyes
looking at myself in the mirror of the pound
tear drops fall
ripples come out
growing as they go
into waves
remind me
never to cry into the sea!

Sometime I feel you, feeling me
I feel it in your words
but all things easly said, but never ever done
kind messes with my head
so get aholed of yourself
get a grip
and write your feelings down
place those colours of the words
in my mind
sod the rest of human kind
paint with words
make them sing
with blissful thinking
come on blow my mind
then try to melt my heart.

Stood at the end of time
could not believe his eyes
nor is feet, that now seamed incoplete
just stood looking over
that what now was becoming a black hole
now seaming so deep
lent back
to blance to keep
seems to draw him in
dive of this spring board of life
into the abiss
that was your life
or stop and think
why am I
on the brink now?

B  r  i  n  K
jumped into a sea that was his own.

I believe I fixing to die
no longer making this life my own
it has become a forgien land
but I hate my children crying
so on the day, I do
they should know
that     I   L  O  V  E   them very much
just leaving them alone in life
now there is no morning dew
but think of me
as you feel it on your, bare feet
and walk in the garden
which was my world
feel it cold on your feet
until the next time we meet
remember Me as your own

The
Prayes I say every Night
Lord
willing.

Where have I gone
has the world wiped my mind
were was I before
I had this thought.

Some how
I feel, I would be smelling flowers
in a wood, huggin trees
smelling the earth
but thats not where I find myself now.

Think what you will of me
on the day we meet
you will ask my why
and on that day I will say
your asking a man, in his old days
when when did you do that
and I will say, who are, you to judge me now
for I see you as young.
and when i meet the devil
that is me and you to
he will look into my soul
and ask
why did you never ever give me anythink to work with
midnight blues, my soul glowing cold
but in the warmth of heat.

Just wondered
well you do
worry about things like that
they eat a lot of greens
must have some stains
or are they just words
messing with my head
nope all that grass must kind of **** your gumbs
sheep have bad teeth
think that is true.

was that you?
you just ****** my off
just do not like you now
leave alone the thing's you do understand
leave words all alone
most of them
you do not understand
for words come from your very soul
mostly never thought of by your head
you need passion
to make words work.

Hold my hand as I fall off
see my body spinning down
to a fail unknown
Thank GOD
I left my right leg in sainbury's
alone with my head
nessteled in the pea's
pillowes for my mind
remember me
freedom was my double
and stop blowing those bubbles in my
your image a mirror of what now you find
Hold my hand when I fall.

I think things
but does that make them right
but why do I think them at all
are they not solid in my mind
and yet completed forms
or does my mind have a world of it's own
do you never ask your self that
or is just me?

answers please on postcard
addressed to that mad man on the internet P@ul.

Never for get the .  
If you belive any of that
do not waste your postage
for you can
never know
what is on my mind
for if i don't how can you see
you don't me, I don't, know you see. me, and don't know me.

People ask me
do you write things down?
nope, when you see me on here
I come to write
what you get
is my mind that night
I write here and now.

Carn't tell you where I left my mind
days like that just mix me up
but that girl was so nice
givin samples out of wine
we just kind of connected
try this one, if you, like that
well after a few bottles
the security man did come to us, and say sir
Sir please walk this way
yes I said it
well if I could walk like that, I would get arestted
hope I left my mind in the frezer section
maybe nessalled in the pea's.

Surealism are good days.

Why do you only paint the flowers
the little **** did shout as my fingers dug deep to find the roots and pull it **** out, face to face, asked me more,
what makes you think you have the right?
answer that, and I will ask no more.

Gardening can be good for your mind
watching the flowers that grow around your heel
but unknown to me they also grow in your mind
grow in your feelings, as in real life
and I am going to chase, that cat, that digs them up
squirt it with a water pisstol
and shout!   **** the dam!   well off!
but never hurt it
but on days i find
that garden which I tend,
try's to hurt me back
watch out for the roses
after sratching my arm bad and watching it bleed
it was as if the rose asked me a question back
saying I rip your skin and give you pain
but never sratch your soul
that made me think
can in you in the private garden of your soul get hurt?

I cry,
leak water from my eyes
every day I look at photos of you
I smile, then cry
so why can you not leave me alone
just why,    why do I cry
each day knowing you have gone away
so I cry and play the blues
witch makes my eyes well up
then flow, I cry.

Just maybe
I will fall on my knees and pray
on this anything can happen saturday
eat fish and chips
and **** friday
wash my clothes
and watch mondays blues fade away
on anything can happen Saturday
who now's
where my Saturday goes.

Is right of no where
but centre is a path
of nothing much at all
both paths said
repeats in left
so where does polotics come from at all
for all is not in the path I tread
and that's why I walk
centre of left, and right in my head.