Is rain a tear
from god up above
for know woman
when you speak to me like that
I collapse and start raining again
all you do is huff
and then walk off.

Imagine
my our confusion
as Buddy
came to us
on his buddy day
for us to teach
him the ropes
at such
a confusing cost
and the paperwork
man in it you get lost
buddy was a confused as us
ON  Buddy's
Buddy Day.

First you took my body
then my purse
then all my soul had
so woman
why do you still
try
to take my mind.

I have been
******* lemons
all day
how do I make
this feeling
go away?

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.

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

So I looked up what that ment
a pleasant man
shaded a cigarette
we had a talk
and words where good

Bola
IS
bola |ˈbōlə| (also bolas)
noun
(esp. in South America) a weapon consisting of a number of ***** connected by strong cord, which when thrown entangles the limbs of the quarry.
ORIGIN early 19th cent.: from Spanish and Portuguese bolas, plural of bola ‘ball.’
Ant it strange
the people
we meet
and that is Rock'n'Roll.

I was given
a shoot gun
the first time I let it off

it was like a diamond
singing in my ears.

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.

For my body here
is taken a stand
the bullets fly
all around
and I
am
fret
full
I will
Not make
it home

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.

If what was
what was
if
if was not.


10 words :-)'   P@ul

And was bored out my Skull
and that makes my brain
when I chillax
fire like it should used up all my numb thoughts
and put them down as words
so I am all fired up now
hoping words to expand.

Two nerves cells
and across the finite gap
an impulse passes
and diffusion of a
neurotransmitter
begins
passing down to my stupid mind
and the words i think
seam to dance
and do a little jig
and so my thoughts
begin.

Ever think
we put out there words
and how can I tell what that might mean to you

W         E          L            L
S          O         D
T         H       A        T

I do what I think.

Where the **** stops
and that is you

after a good night at the bar
your mates tell
have some food
line the inside of you
so you do
then you and your mates go on to a club
the night ahead of you
pretty woman and bright light
eyes dazed you have scoured
the night is yours
your mates have now gone
there nights to remember
Yours
you will remember none
now she it there at the taxi rank
she looks into your eyes
you now as she moves to your lips
time passes
well a minuet or two
you hug
you feel her curves
and then thew up down her back
the next thing you remember
is you are you
and why does
my head hurt so

Just remember to thank her for getting you home.

Where do you get
your imaginations from
well I am happy to report
it inside me
from somewhere
I often go
and love playing around with words
see there are just images to me
the alphabet is my pallet
and with them
I paint pictures in your head
so you can see it to

AND  T H A T
means a lot to me
PAINTING MORE PICTURES.

in words.

Don't tell me
how i knew but I did
just like you when you kissed me good bye
as I sleep
you kissed my sleeping eye's
when I woke
I knew it was over
all that was left
was to face my own blue eye's
Tomorrow.

Tap did dance
Tap did sing
Tap did most things
Tap was good
Tap was out there
Tap did feel
Tap did not seam real

T   A   P      D    R   I   P  E  D.

IS it JUST ME
or do you get an itch,
on your brains?

Just woke up
and like all of you i scratch stretch
all the time thinking of my pillow
and so my day begins

But today something has changed
ever time I think
I get a itch on my brains
please tell me you get that to.

It happens every time I think
there it is again
so ease it by writing down words
O why does all this **** happen to me?

This day
I became a cook
I did, I did
I read a book
of cookery things
it led me this way and that
and now
I make great beans on toast

So from now
you must
all
call

me

C H E F     P@ul

@@@

We are just saying
now i am talking about that
and so many times
how often
do you hear yourself saying
I talking about that to

SO
THAT
is
what I am going to do
thought
THAT
i would tell you
that THAT
was
a
sort
of important
word.

welcome
into my
surreal world but warning
always remember
words
have
problems to

T         H        A          N          K

Y          O         U.


that's that then.

But all of my dreams
are my own
this man.

Now as I go though life
I think less of
Human Nature
o yes as I go on
I see more of what
human's have done
and hurts me
but still the beat goes on.

And after hearing my own words
I    T H I N K
what am I at all

t
h
e
n

In my OWN words

I think
SO I  there for
AM

but what does
that say of YOU

Well
you are
somebody else!

It is
not what
you might say

that
makes
me
fall

I
T

I

S

the WAY down.

One night
I heard the bell ring at my door
there I saw my friends
ask them into the hall
there they stood
all ten members
of the Tri-ang bother hood
number right there at the front
then came a sound
I did twist around
to see
the top of the stairs
big momma did fall
and just like a ball
did knock all
NINE
of us down
and left standing
was just one
the last member
of the Tri-ang bother hood

PROUND   W  E  SAW HIM

and all agreed MAN
He was IN.

Easy for me to say
where did I leave my head
but yesterday
when my head had gone
I would not have known
what the question was
ipso-facto
so that is what that was.

Did not know
if he was left
or right.

Dose that sound like you

No matter
we all do
Things like that.

W H A T
W o u l d  that mean to you

OK Question asked
and I am asking nothing blue
but what would that mean to you.

Blot came to be
blot was,    and seamed to stay there
for nothing else than to be there,
that was what blot was
and that was what blot does.

Blot had two left feet
so moving around was hard
and just because,   life was hard
that's what blot wound do.

now i ask myself
is blot me or you?

Why WO,man
are you not like me
for when I hold your ****
do you not feel like I do
and when my hand
3rd fingers
presses your *******

You know.
it is good but what
What do known
FOR I AM JUST A MAN.

I declare a holiday
who am I.
P@ul
a holiday is
just because
I am P@ul
holiday no matter what the doctor say
this is your day
to be what you want or to be
fat or thin
this is your day.

This old country teach me nothing else
for I can tell you that myself
for I will just wither and die
and never be the man I sound to be
and no longer myself
so UK country
give to me
something
I
want to be

For this old country gives nothing to me.

Left my happy home
To when, who knows
if I will return
and found my head one day
without trying
is that bad or is that good
maybe self medication misunderstood
say to myself do not worry

You sill have the T-Shirt
and it says

H OP E  A  N  D   G  LO  R  Y.

Do you mean a sad song
well in that class I am on my own
But I know you to be more
than you think you can be
and maybe
I
Just
REad
that
IN
your WORDS
P@ul.

While I spend time looking over this top shelf
all I found was myself
not a book
just this page full of words
that explains me not
My own words.

John Brown bring him down
pull his body to the ground.
bring him down.

Holiday, Holiday, I just declare a holiday
left him up just enough
pull his body to the ground.

Holiday, Holiday, I declare a holiday
even what the doctors say
John Brown.

You going on a holiday
on the holiday that is
truly yours.

Left leg up
left leg down
that way i move around
sick from the view
that I have seen
keep on moving that left leg around
only feeling complete
when the right leg
joins in that dance
that is really in my head
my imagination

WE got the LIGHTS on
but have my eyes shut so I can see
no horizon, standing alone
on the roof of my shed
which the shed of my head

left leg down
that way i move around*.

Imagination
can  take  you to
anywhere,    for now
I have cream in my head
now    an     astro    traveller
third     man    on    the   moon
lung full of time and space
must just be my age
but I would like
to wish you
happy
easter.

After a day on the allotment digging
and bitten by bugs
planting the future of my life
it is nice to be by myself
so I can dream my day
things scare you
and you never no
what will bit you
but I must
get this done
before the night
a bird came
visited me
it is spring
you have
young
as I have to
this is my day
and i give to you.

Pink
did not want to be
this way at all
never to be mellow yellow so
forced her way to be
what she was
J
U
S
T


P            I              N                  K.

Not only do they give you things
they abuse you also,
things you m
                  e
                  n
                  t
to be good, bit you in the **** also.

If that is true
then things of love
will one day
take you where

You do not want to be
into the hate of love
in the prickly tree
of

BUT I LOVE


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Now left was right
so right
left also.