About the    my problem Grey
while talking today    my problem went away
Dr Psychosis did say
Paulreally there is not question at all
for what your eyes see is reflected light
and between you and me that is just energy
so i asked what is colour what is grey
Paulthey are the words we give them
so that others can understand     what we talk over
see he was right      in blinding light
from grey      "i was free"  !!!
so if you meet me
don’t tell me I like your grey shirt
just say I like your     light and energy.

Brink sat on the edge as he always did.
Brink I asked.
Why sit there on the edge.
It is my place.
I could see what he told me was true.
Brink then fell over.
Fell said, here we go.
No more memory of misadventure.
For Brink was now dead.

Joey will come
and she will be there
even in her death
                     for I know
                     joey will come

                     how I miss her silver hair
                     and her sweet dear face
                     I miss the way she was
                     I miss her mad elastic head
                     That seam to think wonder's
                     Of today and many lands
                     How we played mind games
                     which now                                      Joey MAKES ME THINK OF YOU       LOVE    Paul.

what is *******
stupid or untrue talk or writing; nonsense.

The other day,
I went out with a girl called Simaley
I don't know what I metherfor.

Regards Paul

Behold  the  edge,  that  one  can  see,
always  around me,  holding me in. I
for  ones wish  to  escape from this to
a  more  permeant,  real  space, to get
beyond  the edge.     So all may see if.
  Our government are right, or maybe
justthinkingoutsidethere more round
box.   Yet they, make us live in boxes.
  So join with me, you must now have
come to see shapes like boxes is   NO.
And  the  true  people  live  and work        O    U   T   SIDE   THEM!!!

Lump twitch
as the witch sat
but killed her.

Each day
i look at the skies
it keeps me in my place
just this man in the human race
a race that can not be won
and on those days i feel sad
but have to just start again
as each and every day i do
this is just how i am
Each Day.

Another night and I can not sleep again,
So I sit here and write some ****.

Nowhere to run, so, wait for the sun.
Another new day to run, for the race, and clouds again.
But the night, lights bright, music loud, smoke not clouds.
So this day, I am a sales man.
They call me super sales man.
That is what I am.
Thats what you hear.
But I have a rap to sell this crap.
Sell yourself for it is later than you think.
Your mind is on the blink.

Paul

Floating on moonlight.
With my head on your knee.
But once again baby, I am thinking about me.
But you have to admit babe.
You are thinking about you.

Infinate is.
Just counting numbers.
Like 1, 2 and 3.
By adding one.

Try it start counting.
You will learn.
There is.
No stop to it.

And in your life.
You will not count.
To a Google Plex.
So that.

IS INFINATTY.
JUST MADNESS!

THE DAY PINK
felt small, with other people in the room
is the day PINK died.

Paul  :-)

Long ago i wander through my mind
happyness did not come so easy
but was an illusion
to me and all man kind
body's just fell infront of me
till i found really i am none ******
for woman you mean much more to me
more than you think of yourself
and that set me free
to be whom I wish to be
Long time ago.

What happened to the shoe the plimsoll.
Not seen now?

When blink, blinks
all he see's black
blink sat back
breathe deeply
charm down
then purple came into town

purple as always
put some kind of show on
pink just sat back making some kind of comment in his head
then purple came in like the only man in town
rested his armpit on the bar

then all hell went down
with all this testoron this night in town
all ended up with a fight
blink blinked alright
then that bar was gone.

Down in a flood
   When I let my mind go
      Now you can not move me
          From what I say just now
                                                         See I down in a flood
                                        Sometimes it is like opening a can of worms
                                                     words feel like my brother
                                                         ­                               words in a flow
                                                            ­                                opening shapes in my mind
                                                            ­                                    Just another flow of words
                                                           ­                                         long into a sleepless night

                                                          ­      Down in a flood.

His eye on the moon.
Blow you mind he thought.
Where do I, think this one out.

And in the deep blue of the mind thourtcuss.
he sat down, then felt hungrey.
Sat, opened his bag.

Just as that happenmost.
The fly, happened.
Hungreymost for what it could find.

Swipe, swipe, went the hand.
And ******* in the mind.
He killed the fly.
But the fly survive, and lived anothereday.

Dear, Dear Mother
                                You know
                                you mean the world to me
but dear mother
                                why do you do it
                                          go in to the toilet in the dark
                                                            ­and when i go and put the light on
i find you sitting there
                          knickers around your knees
                                          mother i am 58
                                                              ­ that is not a good image to me
Dear Dear Mother.

to day stay with me mom
for I have them grey blues
the ones inside my head
that seam like they do want to go to bed
yes mom I have the grey's
and in this grey haze
what is a poor boy to do.

Once upon a time there was a pink castle, made of the strongest bricks,
only know, to the blue.
Harder than steel, yet so softy soft they almost caressed you,
there princess pink, lay in her bed, made of soft mushrooms,
that gave off a sent for her head.
With a pillar of green moss, that seamed to sing you.
And makes you feel like dreaming, of other things, not important to you.
Princess Pink awoke, this day, only to dream of the one she did see.
His name was purple, a strong fine man, with beaten sword by his side,
He was the one she had spied on, he was the one.

By the dimming of the light.
Brings my night of loving.

For my dear friend Louise.
Lou, it has been ages.
Since I talked with you.

Straight in like the friend’s we are.
And relaxes me in way’s that no others do.
I have seen little old lady’s say.

Well I do de clair.
Look at that happy frog over there.
Falling off that lilly pad.

Is he smilling?
How strange is that! !  !   !    !    !      !        !

Regards Just this wet frog!

One cold and snowy morning.

I asked my MIND.
Who asked BODY.

How do you find yourself today?

So BODY asked?

I opened my EYE’S and there I was.

MIND grumbled.
Then. TUMMY rumbled.
HAND pulled back the bed sheets.
LEGS fell on the floor.
BACK sat up.
HEAD span, then no more.
EYE’S blinked, then again.

MIND asked, how do WE feel today?

At this KNEES straighten up.
BALANCE said I am not ready for this.
**** sat back down.
And MIND, now using EYE’S.

Waved HAND, over EYE’S.

At this MIND provoked KNEES to stand once more
HAND grabbed at the door.
LEGS said are we walking?

**** said yes I can feel you moving.

Then BODY started to fall.
ARM said ouch!
Then HIP gave us pain.

BODY said to MIND.
Please don’t do that again.

my imagination has to much to say
when the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
then i have to hang on
to my emotions
when that small voice in my head
has to much to say
then I let go of my emotions.

How is it, in this lif E
That you know you have met a fr I end
In all L ife's strife,  you know you hav E met a fri E nd
someone to talk with who will not dema N d
Regards Paul