What a better way
to be with friends and family
to end this year.

What a FAB time to have with the one's you LOVE
special time of year
come on you can not tell me it's not fun.

To see your older brother
punch,  Mad UnCle John's lights out
and come on it's always fun
to see MOM
get drunk on three glasses of sherry

and NOT ONE Crystal glass got broke
in the making of this christmas poem.

A telephone wakes me up in the morning
my sleepy eyes stunned by the new light of day
why did I get up, what the hell, was thinking
must this day go on
but the sun calls me out into the cold of a new day
I hope it will better tomorrow
for sleep may return any minuet.

For dear friend The DedPoet.

Really need your votes
my ideas.

Let's build a wall around fat cats and all banks
and see if we can stop all the bonuses.

Let's make the year 13 months
in my case that would make me
5.1 years younger this year.

Let's  make passports
at least three feet tall
try and get that in,    your ****** wallet
that should stop people traveling.

And all I need from you
is your vote in my hand.

Let's, Let's me know your vote.
P@ul the Surrealist PARty.

Oh!  The new party color
let's make that Aqua for people.

Come on people vote

Lick my lips
you taste an orange
Lick my left leg
You will want more
My dreams
You dreams
Just lifeThe one and before
You Dreamed Before
Slow Right

Like plastic soldiers
in a row
A gust of truth
and down they go like leaves

Sailing through this hour glass
the future *mingles with the past
The writing hand runs out of ink
and IBM runs out of blink

*WAr
iS
Just
a
state
of
TiME

Hold me down
Make it quick
hold my body down
press it to the earth
as we know it, hold me down
for I am a man like you never known,
or any other
feel the lighting strike
up all night,
it will blow your mind
so hold me down to earth.

Push me all the way down
press my face
into the ground
for I am a man like no other
Rock the house down.

One
IS  *One

and ever more
will be SO
SO!!!

I can read you like the back of my hand!

152 hairs
some wrinkles
one mole
two scares
showing through veins
and
I must cut my nails.

So hard to paint
on a canvas that is already white
mixed with love and tears
mixed in with mixed up words
must be the fumes
when I feel like this
I shut down my senses
and my nose bleeds
white powder paint


L        O         V        E

P@ul.

The horrors there to see
Get out there *****
ride all night
burn the wire
feel one with land
see what you see
for around the next bend is the end of life
be what you can be

T H E N
like
LIGHT
her she comes
men be afraid
S A F E
in her needs
Deb rides on.

One night
I heard the bell ring at my door
there I saw my friends
ask them into the hall
there they stood
all ten members
of the Tri-ang bother hood
number right there at the front
then came a sound
I did twist around
to see
the top of the stairs
big momma did fall
and just like a ball
did knock all
NINE
of us down
and left standing
was just one
the last member
of the Tri-ang bother hood

PROUND   W  E  SAW HIM

and all agreed MAN
He was IN.

Surveying
surveys
is a job.

Tell us do
what mobile company do you use
are you contract or pay as you go
fill in your mobile number above.

But whatever you do
they will ring you
and with soft sell
try to sell
to you
a

contract without love.

Just based on advertising stuff
But andy have you found something clean
Loving the POP art
Met him once
when I learn art myself
and found him so surreal.

What was
is an elusive thing
You can not tie
him down
but lots around
what was that
that was
so expressive
but what was that what it was.

Get this world together now
It's time like never before
Give your sister a kiss
tell your mother you love her
tell your father your proud of him
become one and all
for this world is not money
this world is love
it's not street, and all that call
it's you and me
It's time
be
what we expect of you
so put your hand on your ***** and get out there
It's      T     I     M    E.

W H E N
you
reach to end
of  Y E S T U R D A Y
you know it is now tomorrow
which is  sart of   T O D A Y
which will all end Tomorrow
W H E N   Y O U  KN O W

Y O U  KNOW
you've been here before
and the other end of yesturday
has ment so much to me

P  U  L  L     M  E     D  O  W  N
put my feet
back on solid ground
make me feel in yesturday.

leaning in a doorway
she gives you a smile
with crimson lips
then gently swings her hips
that makes your eyes open ever so wide
making you feel want inside
then looking for the very first step
contacts play up inside her head
lifts a leg heel caught in the hem
then while falling down the steps
is heard crying why does this always happen to me
at that moment it reminds
it happens to you lad
and thought I would impart
while picking her poor limp body of the floor
then tripping fall down with her to!

I  AM  JUST  LIKE  YOU.

For it will not be long
don't waste another tear
for it will be long
before I am dead and gone
just happening
like a smear on a napkin
just a smudge on this world
a stane in life
a wipe on paints
the you will see the arshol that was me
P@ul.
THe brown warrior
means small but, Napleon was to
watch out, I will bit your knee
just come at me
with your arms.

Washing our socks in the park
That's what we did.

That's what we did
That's what we did Today!

is like a jigsaw piece
in a nine force gael wind.

Are thoughts
of this
mary jane
a
girl that was
who I remember with fond eyes
tell her story to the winds
as she goes into the veins
and into my brains
nothing goes right with me
have bin smoking to long
Mary Jane
I think you told me.

Poems are love
and rhythm of the author
just in words
the good ones paint feelings
and thoughts
might make you cry
they give you something you never had before
poems are like books
poems are just a bunch of words
feelings
pain
future dreams
today
yesterday
and all these things make me write
what I do tonight
surreal poems out of my head
I have to put them down
or they will drive me quite mad
well, that's what think.

Just sitting
listening to Alan Parsons
Rubbing Germolene
into my arm
after a battal with the roses
in my garden
rubbing in Germolene
as my arms now stinging
trying to relax
picking up my pen
and writting words down
try to make sense of them all
as the fumes
of the Germolene ant nice
but stopped the stinging in my arm
Germolene
the gardeners
best friend
and makes you smell like
you've just come
from the gym
P@ul.