"Tickling The Ivories"
I would like to tickle those
but my teeth feel out
so why tickle those ivories
when a glass does it by my bed.

;-0        >        :-)                 P@ul

I been here
now 59 years
and I still do not
understand
the
world
we are
living
in
will
it
ever
become
plain to me at all.

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?

it
was
not

the cough that carried me off

it
was
the
coffin
they
carried
me
in

R I P
Paul

Three DDDee Printing
ooooooowwwwwww must get me one
for then I can print off my perfect One
She would be perfect in all ways
slim but structured
in the woman ways.


:-)  :-)   P@ul  :-)  :-)

If I die tonight
that would be to soon for me
although means nothing to you
but the sun rises over my sky's
which wakes my soul and my eye's
so come to me
all you poets of your soul
some of you have a long time to go
to become as weathered as me
NOT as a GOOD thing would be SO
But luke I am your father

and if i went for gold
seven years in rome
would that make me anything more than i want to be

sometimes i pick my nose
never been known to bite my toe nails
sav'in that for my older years

I do not see any triangel stop sign in my way.

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.

Face is black
but cleaner than it's ever been
mirror, mirror on the wall
tell me all, wear have been
whiter then white
sun tan needed
late night eye's a bleeding
burning light, the candle both ends
working to hard
dizzy feeling
to much abuse
that's all I need
mirror, mirror on the wall
tell me how old
I have become
reflection of what I was before
I was a flower blooming every day
and yet,
Mirror,mirror on the wall
you do not stare back
I have just become old
I think
as listen to the tick tock of the clock
Mirror
you do not lie.

You should see
what my God did to me
made me bright pink
think I might just tonight
glow in the dark
so ask God why me?
and he replied
just don 't
ask
what i think of you
for I might not give you
the answer
you want me to
and he was right
See me Glow Tonight.

You tell me you'r not
as you have those bar codes scanned
polish it up make it work
pass it through the till of life
and meet me in my universe
of ages
while I make fire
cook real meat
taste the passing time of ages.

If you have read my last three poems
and blame it on my surreal head
you just might realise
that if you add the titles together
they read>---.

* Just thinking of doing Exercise.**

At the Gym
thinking of doing some weights
maybe some squats
the spotters and me
put on some weights
I send them off for beers
lift the bar off
tears and pain
I push back up
my **** hits the ground
and will not come back off
the ground.

How would I ******* know
they never say
never let me know
how they feel
or what ****** up there day
So how can I help?

All you need to do
is talk
that's how it's working for me
was that to surreal?
for you?
Must be the same for me?

**** got me a loop.

What I meant was
do you feel this world
or is that just me
if you see
someone fall over
does that not make you
feel her or him hurt
or just ******* turn away
smoke a ***
go inside your passage of life
and experience everything else which
you find there
and so I ask
you might be done
and married me
but
have you ever in your head
listen to me at all
or see me
what I am at all
turn the roundabout
the fair is in town
those clowns
scar me
much to much
makeup
they are not
even gay
or maybe
all my noise
makes
you
feel
unright

Don't worry we all end up dead.

Sorry was that
a spoiler
T    H    E        E      ND.
comes so quick.

Today I brought a new computer
it's small like me, it like me has a powerful CPU
on top of all, the electircal things
mybe it will make me bright
but unlike me
it cannot walk about
the internet is it's only access
to this world of ours
it has no eyes, unlike me
seeing thing's in black and white
will all it wil be
it wil not see pain, or feel it
enclosed in it's shiny silver case
so for me my new computer
is just a tool
in which I work through.

I guess Regina was on the plane
with a copy of news week on her knees
and after di jesting after closed her eyes
thought about all she read
made up her own mind
wish Regina was mine.

No more pain.
No more wondering why.
The mad axman, gave a SHREAK!

WOW, so many words are in my head.
Then one day a mark appeared.
Into his wooded type head.

      SIX,       SIX,      SIX.

But not forgetting memory's of our time.
Everyone come with me, and see what you can see.
Cast you nets on this world.

Fish the sea's of humanit...............................y

The axa fell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :-)

Limp
just a bit
but limp a little bit
will you still follow
talk to me
ask me things
as I of you
will you still learn
help me up if I fall
will we talk of things of rock and roll
Reach the age
of Irish whiskey
and leave me alone
do not touch me
I'm happy here
let me now fall
I see this black hole
but as a human
I feel my place is not here
or there at all

But just over there.

Just quite a trip MAN
see as my hands strike to air right passed you
marry jane did to me again
grass stains on my *** man
just wanting to be free
just to set words free
for you and me
marry jane do that thing again
do what you do
to my brain
sweet marry jane.

The sky
darken
to grey
be what
will be
be you
be me
at times
Drift into the distant places of my heart.

W       H     I     T     E
N      I       G      H    T*
**But   the   stone   remains
hanging   on   to   your    sword.

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.

In the misty morning
Just as night left
Just before the sun rose
We learn to walk
Before the walk turned into a run
Reaching for the stars in the sky
We left the ground before we learn to have fun
And wonder why children fall over
and cut the knees!

The stange thing is
my left arm is always right
****** my right arm off, for he feels
he is king, as he types most things
and if i have a stroke the left arm goes
true and surreal.

You are only as pritty as you feel
You are not pritty inside
So your only pritty as you feel.

Many years ago in my youth
we are talking 60's man
a girl called Lil
told me so
saying peace has become a ***** word
I ask why so?
she said it used to be good
but now the politicians have taken it on
and have given it current misuse
and all the good things like   L OvE   have become maybe
if the   G O D   DAM!
thing fits maybe
before that it was all about LoVe
and your soul
so Lil pronounced peace
has become a ***** word
with so much misue
at that my druged mind exploded
all the rest was far out!

While looking
at what are now
my old Hands.

Hands
that sometimes now
let me Down.

Hands not like
they
used to Be.

Hands of art
then thinking that
Found.

I could hear
my own
Heart.

Playing back
what is now my life
Back to me.

Bang BAng the BEAT goes on.

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.

My surreal head bring's me tear's
it happens all the time, well not in so many year's
and this year the colour is blue
not that it will mean anything to you
o my surreal head.