Drip did not fall
Drip just dropped
didn't drip at'all.

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.

I realise
I am jealous of my sister
which I never had, been of three boys
how can it be jealous of this harry rag
which I never had
so turn of the light
and go to bed.

Poached head
heat from the shower drips down the window
drips down my brain
on to the sill of life itself
a runs in the fabric of myself
runs down my leg
no
just ****** myself
sorry I will try harder in the future
2 years dry
elastic thoughts
control I fear
but it's working
back to my brain
heat things up
looking for release
from my day's anguish
all the pain I feel
just being me
and no one else I know
not sure I know myself
or what I will become to be
letting the water wash over me
trying to get some me off
washing with soap
washing my brain
hope not to fall over myself
as I get out
feel refreshed
feeling week

Have I just poached my thoughts?

For I have games in my head
Play, play ball
for none of you know how surreal I am
nor not where I go to
in this head of mine
you can never guess
for my head is mind
it is a world of my own.

Mr Ball
entered into my head two times
one when I broke his greenhouse windows
the other at school, his wife, had to teach me, they both died
no NO I did not **** them, far, from it
they both lived 80 years or more.

Now Mrs May was quite mad
she was so mixed up in her head
she would walk out in her back garden
and shout out at the flowers
I was young, never knew where she went
maybe a mental home, that now, would be my guess.

My life will blow you mind right off
these are people, during my life knew
so lets play ball
Catch.

Do not not drop the ball anything else that may come with
Just ******* catch
Hold the Ball.

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.

Hi all.
Today I found you.
And it is good to see.
That people, like poems.

JUST LIKE ME.

I write them as a comfort.
And for people to see.
You might think them.
Rude, or obligatory.

But I like poems.

Regards Paul Hardwick

Please mind the

G         A        P.

As you will fall into it.

Tom
Sat
In
The
corner
Of
The
Room
Staring
At Two
Blank
Walls
The
Class
Went
On
But
For
Tom
Time
Stopped
Rectan­gle
That
Meet
Here
In
Symmetry
Please
Tell
Me
How
Did
I
Go
Wrong?

I often feel
Like a clove of garlic
Squeeze me and I smell
Crush me I smell like hell
But put me in food
and i am that gentile reminder
of a taste that was good.

@@@@PAUL@@@@ :-)'S
A  L  L  O  T  M  E  N T

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.

This is a picture on the moon helmet off
takes my breath away even now
This is one eating dinner
we did laugh as I eat it off my tooth brush
This is one of the cut out neil and me
wish it was you here!

love you so much, hope to see you soon.

Only drink it
for I like   C O L  O  U   R
Drinking *** and Coke Cola
goes down    C  O  O  L  E  R.

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Yes the end is near
I can feel it pull me in
to where nobody here knows
nor can explain if it exists
can feel it stretch me
till bits drop off

******
up
my own ****

down down
deeper and down


P@ul.

Darling what is wrong today
she gave me that look
that women always do
that says shut the **** up
the look alone almost cut me in half
I asked again?

I have just about reach breaking point with YOU!

SHE SNAPPED.

We road the seventh lift up to the seventh flour
this building had many more flours
I felt the wait in my head
the lift made noise
feeling like wait less now
for seven minutes we rode
and feeling my mind come back and my gut
one of seven doors I must now choose
and in a strange way the doors did not part
but lifted up
revealing this man like nothing I have dreamed in the last seven years
his seven white beards did become
one of seven elf’s
the elf’s did sit me down
and having seven conversation
I think they all did say
maybe seven times in my head
do you have the seven seals?

Take your seat
sit while I fill it up
with paying customers
come on just two seats left
to turn the handle
will take all my mite
no more fat ones please
how about you two skinny ones
you would like to
I will polish the seat
place your ****
and I will turn the thing like hell
thats lets get the speed up
please do not wave your arms
as your life spins
and passes the places
you would have like to stop at
OK
lets go
Wave them arms
for all you know have become won
with me
not spinning
but in the head of dreams.

Outside my window is a tree
must be older than me
for my time on this world
that tree has been always there
yes it's grown
I see birds visit it branches
and come and go, bring up chicks
build things with sticks
and that tree is right outside my window.

I love the hubble and bubble of the Autumn Fair
Love being on duty there
Love greeting the traders as they come in
they are alway's smiling in hopes of doing good business there
O'  I love the   NEC  Autumn Fair.

All new products ready for Christmas this year
O'  I love the   NEC  Autumn Fair.

As I stand on my duty V.E. door
I watch the people there
and those people ask me questions back
like where do I find the toilets ?

O'  I love the   NEC  Autumn Fair.

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.

one day while leaning against a tree
a bee flew over my shoulder
and landing on my arm
did ask?

Who are you
and where do you fit in my world?

And pushing back ageists the tree, with great surprise
I replied I am who I want to be
and he replied
I am just a bee then stung me.

Not sure I like getting older.

GIRLS NO LONGER LOOK OVER.

Not even over there shoulder.

To give that wink, or,    POUT,     of petulant annoyance.

The only thing in life.
That I know     FOR SURE.

And I have   NO   control over.

Is the day   I   WILL,

DIE.

YOU can not make yours eyes
see around the hill
or even corners
but in my dream world
Nigel the Man can
for he sees all things day or night
he sees darkness he sees light
and I've even heard can smell light
if it's there, he will, have been
he will have seen
he maybe can taste it
he sees things that will really blow your mind dear
yes Nigel is the man that can
but Nigel is a man hard to find
for you see
he's blind.

iL

Is the liking
as she holds you so sweet
kisses your brow.

iO

Ow is the love
you felt
Right at that moment.

iV

Vy is the victory
as you made ***
mostley with yourself.

iEs**

E's are
the eternity
You find yourself in.

Think  there is a
militeryman in my wordrobe
I did,
I gave him a poke
he just fell in to dust
mother dear
why is my hair falling out
mother dear
why when
I try to hug you
you fall to dust in my arms
mother dear
was that noise
an atomic bomb?