Why does SANTA

Have no children?

He only come once a year

and then it is down a chimney.


meRRy ChRISTmass ALL.

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

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.

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

Women are not just loving.
They are the way forward.

I some day will die

So let me take my chances
                                              on
                                                    the
                                                wall
                                            of
                                    death
And I just know
I am likely to say
                                   OOOOOOOOOO O  O   O    O      W
Can I go again.                                                                                   :-)

Why does time count down on me?
in my youth it counts down on me
makes me feel very old
in my old age
just seams to make me bleed
from my ears and my nose
so why then does time count me out.

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.

t
                                                               ­                              l
                                                               ­                   o
My girlfriend went with a man called      B
jamaica no
                                            she
                                     went
                               there
                          on her
                       own.

There was a man
whom lived in a shed
spent most days out of his head
and when it rained he was just simply sad
and if it snowed it was enough to drive him man.

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.

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.

My place of work
Well it makes me feel like the man
And try for and think I am
The man to help folk
in all there wow's during the day
that they spend with us
That they feel they need most
from me as a man
So it was neat to see in my post
To read I had won a bronze
but still do not know what for
but in this years awards
seams I am a nomi

So to whom it was
Thank you
for as that man I may never know.


XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX   Paul

THE
          Distance
                            f
                              r
                                o
                                  m
                                     From my head
                                               to my toes

Is just about 0.5 Kilo Jules.

why do you not crit my work
for i am just a people
just like you and i need
feedback
i **** and **** like do you all
come on tell me
what do you think of the poems
i put on here?

when I walk about
do I see people like you
no
I shout
I just see purple people
and me walking by my self
amoeba walking with you
and do not ask what i think about my self
woman i can not tell
anything about you.

I will not turn of my light
If the road I follow
tells me not to
But i can not promise
that is what my road
wil tell me to do
We are running a race we can only loose.

Now when MAZ walked into a room
it looked like she had done it agAIN
OR IS JUST MY BRAIN
but sure like MAZ in my room
she is just like a cushion
to stop my mind falling on the flour
or hitting a self within this room.

Guess I am feeling old today
car nt get in the mood to play.

Come on my brother
Sit here and sing that song
The song of of for give-ing
The only one we have known
Sing that song
The song of of for give-ing
The only one we have known
Dont put the load on me

Regards Paul

My mind broke.
No more water.
Or grey smoke.
So I sat myself down on the ground.
Only to break again.
What is up with me.
Just trying to be myself.
Myself jumped in.
And grabbed my throat.
Paul we are we.

Now my mind is empty
and I have lost control.

went to viset eileen over
in hospital just to fined
that eileen had a bad accident
she was on the 40th floor of a tower
eileen leaned over fell off
and died
I will miss her.

run from the land of ice and snow
where the heart beats so slow
from the midnight sun
burns my eyes
but you have to love her so
she must have her own answer
to her,  and forgive all, to why she is blue
no not
red sat with her today
make you more purple
or maybe white came alone
singing that song
well let me enlighten you
Violet was a piolet
slipped right out of palace
right in your face
but Chris
we love you to
and yes that might hurt you
but you are here so we do.