Dizzy realed
and with unspoken words
did feel
like god.

left was right
before that ******* came in
for left turned to hop
hop just shot in
come on left you will be alright
no i will not
look at my leg
I think i have been shot
right was quite right
******* move
so hop did his thing.

A lot sat quietly.
Think about what he was not.
A lot sat wishing.
That he would become something that he is not.
A lot be came aware.
Of all he is not.
A lot thought of thinking.
And realised, it ment A lot.

THEN FELT SICK!

Some words  are just words,
Some words  are just love,
Some words  are just fiat,
Some words  just hate,
Some words  account.
Some words  play,
Some words  just say,
Some words  describe,
Some words  say I am still alive,
Some words  are just spoken,
Some are      not,
Some words  give pain,
Some words  gain,
Some words  piece,
Some words  releases,
Some words  Just some words.


But they are    just words!

Do you remember that night?

I sat to your left.                                       Or was it your right?

Then somebody farted!                           We both looked at one another.

You looked at me and smiled.               I smiled back, the laughter, I cold not hold.


We both started to giggle, it just grew and grew.

As we giggled that night, your hard of hearing mother asked.


What is up with you to?

Think you broke first.                              Then I just had to follow.


She did indeed get no response from us, and my was the air blue.

Listen up my darling
Listen to me, please
In the early hour's
Do you feel the squeeze
Have you found the meaning
Have you found your dreams
Tell me how are you feeling
It's a hard life that is true
But you can make it through
Look back on your dealings
Then tell me Y O U!
Have you found the meaning
Have you found your dreams?

Mother!!!
what is wrong
in all my years
I have not seen you cry

and you are not suposed to cry
mother make it right
or whom will i have to complain to

when in my life
things go wrong

Love you.
**your darling son

as sleep passes        BY me.
how do i feel
sort of                        U   N  R  E  A L
spin me down my day's
and into my youth
your ***** in the    G  U  T  T E R
and people do not know how you        T    H I N K
and the last wave of    T  E C H    finds a new way
which you have no information on
into your what is your new             D               A                Y.

He slips on to the lions plate
only to be eaten.

Bright was feeling dark this day
Light came in smiled and sat next to him
Bright said leave me alone and ask dark to come in
Darks away on a holiday light did say
that is so tipical of him just when you need him to come in

I am gult
i have not washed for weeks
then i went and got busted
my old mother wil never talked to me for a few days
                                                            ­         i got busted by the LAW.

The morning hangs heavey for one
whom ware the crown last night.

I did not want to die today
for me it was just another day
but I remember walking into the light
what for me was dark now was clear as day
Gods security on the gate who's name was Peter.
look me in the eye looked down at his list
then said   "nope do not see your name here"

OWWWWWWWW God help my soul, thank to a man called Peter!

I went with the flow.
But just ended up drownin.

Sometimes when I lay in bed at night.
I listen to my hearts gentle beat.

But when you lay next to me.
My heart quicken's.

Is it that 'I am frighten of you.
Or is it that love lives in the heart.

Sitting here reading
at night
it has become to me
plain to see
what good words are here for all to see
and I would like to thank you all
for what you read of me is myself
and I thank for your prise
I thank for your derogative coments
Love Paul

Woke up this morning.
     Washed my face.
           Then I remember.
                   You have to keep running.
                                 To take part  in  the  human     r   a     c      e.

people of hello poetry.
my name is paul.
yes just that small paul.
small brown warrior, named paul.
you might asked of me.
what is that i see.
I see nothing at all.
I am this man called paul.

It is not the cough
that carries you off
It's the coffin
they carry you off in.

before i came out of the house today
i bent down put my head between my legs

just the way i roll MAN!

then went out and to day MAN! for the very first time
I gave blood

Turns out i not the fater MAN!

wow result!

Tim I write these poem inline

L  I  K  E             N        O         W

I work best with comments in my soul
that poor soul of mine
that does not know what is red or blue
people ask me
what is your favourite colour
and do you know
maybe it is me
just me, as I am an artist
but I just like  W  O  R  D  S.


PINK leaned against blue
then Purple came along
Purple liked Green a lot
then Brown was formed
now brown like white
and that is why
we are happy now.

blue sat on a blue rock
a rock he had never heard before.

Seams to me
mind  ex spands
with a words all the time
do think that some day
my mine will expload

Dreams for my head in this what is the time of mine.

You said yourself
you are just another rollin stone
go'on.

We are getting old'er
Bankers should remember that to

F  U  C  K       Y    O    U  !

I give you moonlight by night.
Sunshine in the day.

Then why do I feel so far from home.

Baby you have the right.
But lets get some          ROCK'N'ROLL.

                                    L­et     THAT.    Music.

                                Let it,    CURLS     up into you very bones.

Dance with me till we are   FREE!

                     THEN AT THE END OF THE NIGHT      dance with me slow.

For it is only then you might know.

                                        IF WE ARE TO BE.

I talk to myself.
Most days.
But I think that is ok.
We all do that,    you do it to.
But today.
I had nobody to talk to me.
Think I have to fly towards Mars.

Once upon,
a once upon before the dawn
was called the dawn
in the sort of half light
within a storm.

'I was lost within the darkness of my very own mind
did I see blue sky there
people around me with corruption and lust which day by day filled my eyes.

But still the voices in my head are telling me God is dead
my body pulses comes vommet from my mouth
my eye's fill with tears.

Ashes to ashes
but this story is so old
As god comes back to my soul.

Tonight we will drink the old town dry
sprits high.

People just talk to me
and tell me what to think
Ever though I do not want them to
maybe it is me and not them
so if that is the way you think
please avoid me
for I WILL NEVRe tell you the words you want me to
for I am the passion that is my soul
and that soul is me my words
that people do not listen to.

poem for ED.
Trying to find away.
we did today.