Grey's of places I have been
in places where I have seen
but you run through my mind
now that it is lateral think
I am looking inside of my own heart
sunshine of places of what was me and you.

blink and you will miss it
how are you going feel when your woman
is with another man
traveling in the dark, can not see anything
laying here, talking to the moon
talking to what was.

Tell me please
What do you see
for my life is hurting
I have no blinding light
so I just lay in the radiation of the sun of night
Moon You Tell Me Alot!

As I cry and the tears fall from eyes
looking at myself in the mirror of the pound
tear drops fall
ripples come out
growing as they go
into waves
remind me
never to cry into the sea!

There are knowing
so many of you
two things I have known
OF both of you
one is always right
and the other
likes standing
on tip toes
which one is which
whom knows
both as moody as the other
but both into fastion
and designer clothes
.
.
.

That's how you make me feel
just that thought
put's my teeth on edge
we do not speak of it
but in mind it always is
ice cream on toast
talking freezes my brains
and as the pain
hurts my teeth
it also freezes my brains
try, try try
all things are the same
try, try again
she does not know how to feel
this is a bad day.

Drag myself up for work
it was cool outside
hate that walk to the bus stop
so putting on my longest coat
took that walk to the bus stop
when I arrived there
there one other person there
as I found out a girl called Rose
we talk weather
and how cold it was
she ask me for a light
now I vape and have given up smoking
so I could not help her out
so I told her no
but I have this light mac
she never spoke again
man that morning was so cold
and she is so beautiful.

You so ******* look at me
right now
I hate white paper
my pen is primed
but my mind is not
and you white page just sit there
glowing back at me
I so want to black on you
but black what
make a mark
all things in my head
are so clear
but looking at you
seams to give me nothing
I hate you now white page
do not mock me
I saw that
write that here
no I will not.

I   S               t  i  m  e  .
i n    m  y   h e a d  ?

or
in
my
heart
a
question
I
now
often
ask.

I
T  h  i  n  k
t    i   m  e
i   s
m  e.

And who is your mind
I hear you say
and my mind is my own
and nothing to do with you
unless I choose
and maybe you
can tell me where my mind begins
take me to the doctors
where they strap me down right
not mad
just surreal

P@ul

Don't give up
when you wake up
and your head hurts
from the night before.

Don't give up
when she brakes up
with you
and your heart hurts more.

Don't give up
when you think
your God has let
you down.

Don't give up
when old friend
leave you on your own
again.

Don't give up
Please Don't give up!

Come on baby
lets simmer and shake
every body doing the comercial break
come on baby hear that jaz
I am dancing all night
for I know my underwaer is whiter than white
for I washed it it in DAZ.

Turn me over
I am done on this side
and lets see the other side
of me
I dare you
lick my page
My life
My ex wife
and your legal eagle
cut of my flesh with you knife
and try to sell it back to me
and
the darkness
hangs over me

But
I
am
alright


and still


the page


will
stay








W           H          I      T        E.

You are coming into my room
has no door handles
but has a word
the password
and you are welcome
to all my mind
there within to see
which is not always me
but makes me think about myself
making me a better person
than I was before
well I am always hopeful
mind the step
do not walk through the paint
that pops from the blisters of my brain
colouring the flowers
the pinks and hues
and bright yellows snow
that when a burst
drips into my mind
giving me all sorts of surrealist dreams
painting all my words
and yours
well you did not have to come in
take the lift
no farting
for that is wrong on all levels
and we are going to 98.6
please no smells
squeeze your buttocks in
hold the gasses in
they are for you
and not others
if you explode
then thank you for coming in.

Have a Fab day.

Guy forks do leave explosives
within my brain
and they did go off
But me on the streets of love
did not see
what you might
mean to me.

There nothing more
that I like than gardening
sticking my nose
into a rose
then remembering when
I was sixteen
for the smells was not a rose
it more like a ****
and cigarette smoke
mix in in a bar
but I still drift off
la la la, lar
so let back to the garden.

The freaks they all stay together
just ask any man
you never see any of them on there own
but that big ased man you always see
how far did he fall.

I have two eyes
twin toes
two legs
only one hip
and my heart is covered
by a six pack
by all the twos
got ribs
have ******* 14 of them
two sevens
two arms
two major veins in my neck
but only one head
how did that happen
but my one brain thinks
of all things
two by two at night.

Like a thousands drums
here it comes again
beating just for you
and there is nothing I can do
can I make it alright from Sunday morning
till next friday night
and maybe the weekend see

I willl make it alright from monday
to friday night
only lonely at weekends.

All the machines say
0000000001 WE ARE OK
all the machines communicate everyday and say
0000000011 WE ARE OK
all doctor's listen to the machines and say
0000000111 EVERYTHING'S OK
users people trying to get there cheap thrill
0000001111 WE ARE OK
they call old people old
0000011111 WE ARE OK!

REMEMBER we built this city on ROCK and Roll.

I am sitting back
and i am thinking about
when you left your home
you left behind a die'ing farther
and a mother in tear's
funny how things come back
standing out in the rain
since then
life was never the same
but I can not stop the sounds that
come into my head
so I just Sit Back.

"Sorry lift my card at home,"

"If your late again, the supervisor"
"said we are going to put you on to daily signing"!

"sorry but I am only 18 teen"


THE    ST O RY    BE  H I N D  THiS   e POEM.
It was about that time, I started to smoke
and now at 60
just came to my mind I should *stop
so took up eCigarettes to help my off*
if your thinking that, behave yourself.
so here we go
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ePoem.
This a poem within my own surrealist head
safe to read in mixed company
no second hand words
will put no smell on your breath
or your clothes
so you can read it out loud and clear
to girlfriends read to all mine
which I can count on one hand
life is pleasure
with all one of you
so as you read this, you should know
although late in life
I am surreally looking after myself.





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TRUE    STORY   P@ul.

getting old
one false move
your mind
see it hard to find
strange things happen there
somehow your mind is closed
funny things happen there
as you flow through the air
thinking **** I am dead
bouncing on different levels
as you go down
wondering which level
you came from
the bottom looms
the ground
my mind got quite **** up
well would'ant yours
rock bottom
come to soon
there I lay
great pain in my leg
get up
try to walk
nope broken in two places
hospital looms
**** and I needed some sleep
999 what service do you require
true story.

But still here
well in mind
but not full body
awaiting
two fractures to heal.

Now
PINK
on
this night
did
feel
warm
kind
of
blushed
and
became
hotter then
We
had
a
great
night
dancing
to
the
musik
It
rained
that
nig­ht
L
I
K
E

HELL.

The tree
that dies
has nobody there
when it has no more
no crying tears
all there is alone
just before it's past
is another
drying tree.

I've pulled the musle that is my mind
the sounds that come in
hurt within my ears
my thoughts no longer clear
then words that my mind makes no sense off
but no pain, seam to give something
but nothing at all
If I think of red
it comes out blue
or more ;like purple
how can a man live like this no way
think I have ruptured my brain
will never think the same now
as I look out my window
what I will call wet now falls, from there
it runs things that are colours into my mind
now my arm feels numb
but in some ways tinggles
making a controdition in it's self

I think?

You must have seen this happen to you
dreams are bent like rainbows
I was just little old me
in mind to look after myself
and you can in my life
and told me so
before that I did that
so woman
do not ask me
what I think of you
for I will not give the answer
you want me to
and do not ask does my *** look big in this
for yes
you are woman and your *** looks big
so get a grip
you are what you are
and that is why i am, i like you,
do my **** sag " YES THEY DO "
Woman you had better ask
why do I love you!

Imagin life itself
do we live by strings
I have computers myself
and if string exist
are they not like wires
and at night
the twist fairy come in
twisting the wires
into a tangled mess
I think
it should be
called bunched myself.

Woman why do you stick
with my poor head
you are just some glue
and how I still stick by you
I walk away you bring me back
Woman you are so Jammy.

But to where
Up there
Up there is no wear.

Just sittin' trying to find my rift
how many more times are you going to mess my life
spend all my money
******* with my mind
playing with my head
turning down my bed
some day's my pen
I hate you
and yet I pen on
see how the ink bleeds
and I feel lonesome
see how my heart bleeds
yet you will not write that down

What the F**k
what the ******* bad luck

looking for some rhyme or reason

WHY this should be.

W H O
K   n   o   w   s
what adventure this day will bring
or
W H Y!

The only thing I know
is tomorrow I might die!

So I in my mind
tomorrow never comes
for it always today
and today I feel alright
and if death comes will I know anyway
but there are the words
I have written down
that will out here
in this internet space
they will be always there.

So be good to my words
for they are out there
and no longer in my brain
or part of me
for you to read
them now
and this was part of me

T  O   D   A   Y.