Inside of us there is something screaming.
It just has to get out, walk about.
But I carry on regardless.

And no I can remember how it feels.
To love and hold you.
All through the night.

But then love slips alway.
Into the night, but that is so not right.
Happy holidays all

Pink is a colour
but if
I spell you backwards
k n i p   are you still a colour?
and if you not can I name you?
no more pink than blue was
neither orange or green or yellow solids
your are a adventure
PINK **** what went wrong?

When I pick up my guitar at night
   This is what happens to me
      I get lost in Rock Roll.

            It's like loosing my mine
                 I's it just me
                    That feels it.

Or are we going to Rock and Roll all night
                            One step to the left, two right.

                                                         ­                     P@ul

Summer has gone
and the        the leaves fall down
the sun went down
and i felt all alone
this was my time
of         no reply
and all i see
is the long broken grass
till it bruns of
in to         infinate  and looks like mars
and then there will be snow
chilling me
and still i wait for love to come.

Dear Jim,
So nice, that now you have a name, yet you think, I am at blame, selling you those Tigers, I did say never go into the cage when you feed them.
Sorry to hear about the blood posining , that has now taken your arm off.
Simbad is not so bad really, bit of an animal yes, but that is his nature.
Keep strong, and soon you will grow to love them.

Regards Paul

What will my right say to me
            its  a  long  way to hop
                  what will you know how i feel in life am I am right.

No my right leg will say I aways right,
                           Well **** me if i wave right now you will fall over
                                      Not sure you are right.

At that I feel over, into a world of knower.
                                                     Which had all kinda hills
                                                           ­      So from me to you if asked
                                                           ­                 Tell you left leg to drop off.

As my body defeats sleep
I find I am awake again
Only my dream s must  I keep
for another night for I find myself without sleep
there see, there is my mind again
Sunday morning
Clouds go by
And there here is
A wiZZard
and he walks by
never talking just keeps walking
spelling his majik.

You are very drunk,
have you got that right myfriend.

Hang just Hung
Hang Over Spent the day with me.

I have NOTHING.

But the good thing is.

I still have a lot of it left!

why Paul
do you wright this STuFF and it"  is just for you
fellow poetry guy's
I am just like you at 58 of this world
I just do not know enough
even I try so hard so
so keep life com'in
and fairy's where boot's.

You are

ONLY  PRITTY  AS HOW  YOU   FEEL.

PRITTY  AS  YOU  FEEL inside, SO   COME ALIVE

AND  GO  do some good,   ONLY  PRITTY  AS HOW  YOU   FEEL.

PRITTY  AS  YOU  FEEL inside, SO   COME ALIVE.

My face, let's me down
A blink, a twitch
All things like this, yes my face let's me down.

But my mind is good, does all the things I think it should.

Except control my face.

So that is not so good.

Nice day today
Sun is out and playing
The wind is holding back
No rain is coming
But I still do not feel safe
In all the suns glowing

I seek to grow a happy face
You need someone for sure
To fill this empty space
Behind your door.

Time ticked.
Time team up.............. affects me.
Time slipped away.


Just another day.

Night to Day
when my eyes open
it turns night into day
that shines like a beacon
into my very soul
so what do i do
I get up
there was a light
there was a formula
that wakes my soul
and restarts that heart of mine
so i begin my day.

Why do I have to get old?
So why dose skin so fold
And that was not there yesterday
My mind forgets things
Invents things anew
I did not choose to be born
Why do I have to get old?

If I have nothing.
Then maybe I have everything.


If I have everything.
Then maybe I have something.


But if I still have something.
Then I maybe I have everything.

So maybe am a man who has nothing?

I have NOTHING.


But the good thing is.

I still have a lot of it left!

I am missing what time can bring.
Fifty years and I am filled with tears.
And what of the forties.
Those so call mature norties.
But I am sitting here on the inside.
Just feeling free, maybe that is just me.
Maybe I have missed nothing.
Sleeping is hard to come by.
And I talk to people in my way.
Blue is my favorite colour.
Trying so hard to reach you.
But you I find hard to fined.

The for thought of thinking
is the last thing on my mind

Blow the WINds of the chilling daWn
Soon i will be in your frosting glow
A man consumed by the feeling of dawn.

When I was young
I made Mary cry
in them days
the apple of my eye

We hind in shed
the difrence between
to explore
but I did hurt her soul

And after my tears
I did know I had done wrong
and that fact has taken
59 years to come out

So mary I can now shout
thank for all the shed days
and all that happened
that day.

Regards Paul

all i want is you
take me in your arms and lets make love
what do you mean you have a head ach
wrong time of the month
i need to shower
baby all i want is you
you ask me to watch corrie with you
so there we both curl up there
but tonight you curl up like a snake
with distance between us
baby why can it not be
like it was before.

Light hit me in the eyes.
I was upset.
I cried.
But it hurt my eyes.
I was so warm now, I am not.
Well that, now I forgot.
Just to be here.

Mom is that clear?

Move slid over.
Next to you.
You bristled.
Move almost fell on the floor.
What’s the matter You!
You just looked, then said.

You know.
And if you do not.
I am not telling You!
Move slid aside.
This did not relate in his mind.
But you know, I love You.