My dream like smiles
      Left me this morning
             AS I woke up at the crack of Dawn
                   A pretty but big ***** girl
                       You know the sort
                               That makes a cracking breakfast
                                       But for her not for you
                                              And as our eyes met that morning
                                                      I thought !!!
                                                         GOOD LOrd What HAVE I done!

Mother!     I think I have fallen down a well
I am not sure how I got here
But    my body hurts like hell
So much pain I can almost see it
And be sure I can    f   e    e    l   it

Mother!       I think I have fallen down a well
I can not move my legs
They are trapped or maybe broken
My eyes are full of dirt   so I rub them
I still can not see it is dark or my   e  y  e  s   have broken

Mother!       I think I have fallen down a well
My hands feel around to see
But I find nothing but stones a soil
I cry for help but hear no sound
Then I   p     A   N  i c

Mother!       I think I have fallen down a well
This day my body will give in
My soul will be broken
And one day I will walk with you again
In heaven   God bless you mom and Brothers
And all other to whom I have never spoken
Mother!       I
                       think
                                 I have
                                             fallen
                                                        down
                                                                    a W
                                                                       E
                                                                        L
                                                                        L

Dear all,
           It was a new day yesurday, and tomorrow will be what it should, when I dream these dreams I feel good, do you know snow is white, not slight colour of pink.  
and when that telephone calls
           I think I have no dreams for this, so i will not answer you and say hellow.

I work in a flower shop
I get all my kicks from
customers feet

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

While working very hard at work today
a splitter entered my hand
I flinched with pain
looked then pulled it out
while wondering if I could sue
and while licking my hand
I remembered you
then my mind went on some kind of tangent
remembering all the things about you.

Hang just Hung
Hang Over Spent the day with me.

Tonight
I can not be sad
Even with all I have seen
                                                                  It was a pleasure then
                                                                         as we drift down onto the grass
JUst you and me
                            but my paranoid mind asked                   what was it you have seen
What are you to me                                                                           dreams of me.

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

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

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?

Dot stopped
Gave that feeling for free
Gave the end of the line
Dot you and I have a lot in common
You and Me.

Writing is like standing in the middle of no where
that's where we begin, and hopeing the day will get better
and the sun will shine on what's now seems so dim
the pen, the hand, will then begin
and the brain will kick in.

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


Just another day.

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?

she asked me
of tomorrow
but if all this
if it has a reason
we will be the last to know
then she asked of solution
but baby
in my mind i do not know
but i know  and smoked
lot of grass
and I have seen people
with stones in there eyes
if i was the leder of this land
and if i was to die tonight
i would be a complete man
and I feel aright.