Finished with my woman
she did not help me with mind
we should have shared
of what was more us
not what people thought
we should be
in that way
there was never love.

You are just in time
the time seam to last for ever
no time like the present
the bus is never on time
it was no time at all
time seamed to stop
time past so quick
in no time at all
The bus approached the stop, just in time to stop, my mind exploding.

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

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.

Time slipped away.
Yes this day.
Time just slipped away.
In a panic!
I asked myself.
Where has the time gone.
In an instant.
Time replied.
Man your thinking.

It just dyed.

I was not impressed.
But time told me so.
Time looked at me.
And, I hated him.
Then, with a grin.
I told him, this time sort of something.

What man?

He did say.
You are so drunk.
This night will go away.

Maybe Time Has told Me.

Long ago i wonder through my mind
filled with fairy tails and stores
was any of that real
or was it just a young mans musing
soon the days past into years
now was my past an illusion
greyed by all these years
or did those tears mean nothing to me
did they make me the man i am?

when i look at my hands
i can see i am getting old
think they should be typing
and just listen to me
is what they do
but people on hello poetry
please let me tell to you
that i love you
when i read your words
i feel for a moment
just like you.

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

my mother said this day
would you like to join me in sherry
after my head had done it it image stuff
and my brain had slowed down
i said yes so she poured
taking the glass we said cheers
then the tast sent me to years gone before
of the smell of a 57 christmas trees
and carol singers at the door
grandchildren on my knee
and so much more
so to one and all i say to thee
always take care of your mother
for mine this day
is taking care of me  :-)

Just a spoon full of love is enough.

And sugar does help it go down.

Just a little spoon.

we are all fighting about it.

But man we end up dead over it.

But give me more sugar!

:-)

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

Then why do I feel so far from home.

Les rêves sont comme des oiseaux
aujourd'hui là ils sont dans un camp alors qu'ils pilotent ****.
Paul

a city freeze
a city green and full of leaves
a city man stays indoors
a city girl is out on the pull
a city man needs to go out today
a city hall that's where love began
a city is where their life began
a city new born out with his mum
a city turns over and over again.

**** me
all I need is

just 10 more words

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.

You know people I say,

                                                                  H   E ,         L   I   T      U   P ,    a cigarette, poured another drink,

While awaiting his mind to do the        T   H   I   N   K   I   N   G ,

             Hoping to create just       O  N  E      M   O   R   E      P   O   E   M ,

               But found he just          D  I  D'    N   T     H   A   V   E     O   N   E !

If  I only had one word for you.
I am not sure what it might be.
So I will call you   J  U  L  I  A.

Seams like a good word to me.
Now I want to know what word might fit me?
So    J  U  L  I  A,   what word will that be.

Answers on a post card.
To Mailbox 123
J  U  L  I  A      S T R  E   E   T        1  2  3

Life will stop if!
I die today. Don't want.

I want to write a poem.
But again my brain does not want to.
Seams to be all ****** up.
Thinks of all the things, that I do not want to.
Not even a seeds of sparks.
Just these illusive thoughts and dreams.
Come on brain.
Give me my poets mind again.
Maybe for 20 minites or more.
Just so I can get something on paper.
No that did not mean I wanted to ****.
This paper here.
I am sitting infront of it.
Like I like just sitting here and picking my nose again.

Might even cut my toe nails later.
Well that how sometimes it goes.

Don sat outside the box

Don was very  H i p p y
but  in  his  box did stay
for   he  thought  he was
one with BOX so complete
But as you and I know Don
w a s   v e r y   m o r e so
                                               AND sat outside the BOX!

DiD dip mean?

           I dip as I go under here
             I dip @ the disco more than you
                That is so low it made me dip how about you
                    I do not dip at my age and nor should you
                       I dip you
                          While looking into your eyes, you look back,
                              then begin to fall.
                                Into that hole in the ground
                                   Look me back
                                      And say

                                          You ******* hippy
            
                                               Your BUSTED

                                                    Never falling into your eyes again.