Yes thats my type
could be this way or that
third layer of type
dreams are there inbitween
the inside of head
bouncing off the skull
almost stereo
left nore right
they are the thoughts
me myself
just ******* me
look at my eyes
back in the room
yes my eyes are blue
my knees hurt
standing to long
my left hand
and the right did nothing
nothing at all
not even a ****.

Two hour later
came back
with my new nana tech
well magic dust.
now with dust in my head
and my bones rebuilding me
feeling like it real is a new day
think I might
just pop up the shops.

You think
you have problems
come and try my
limp wristed head
the words go in
but do not come out right
some days
I think
is does not know left from right
on the other hand
maybe that's just me
think much to much
into it
maybe
not knowing when to stop
and just rest

My limp, wristed head.

When I looked into your eyes
they smiled back at me
I thought I might known you but I do not
but I feel you in my soul
I can see it in your eyes
I can feel it within me
it like a instant glow
making me feel good instantly
almost taking my breath away even though it's not
and i can know this by looking into your eye's.

your right leg
never knows
what you left leg dose
it,  
is easy
to forget in your mind
bit like mind blindness
13 steps of shear madness
I know my body tells me so
with aches and pains.

feels like age's
since i have been here before
walking in the pink snow of night making my feet ach
and so hard to move any more
woman
why do you follow me
yet say nothing more and more
the night was black then i heard someone scream
woman why do you follow me
i do not follow you in this pink snow
at that moment i woke up.

Hip did     ...hip hop
till his leg fell right off.

play your guitar
please man bring me to tears
for I so feel bad
see she plays with my head
and I just want to feel happy
how little she knows.

When I walk
the hills seam bigger
than I remember
and they shout back at me
MAN YOU ARE GETing OLD
BUT
MY MIND
in time seam just to grow
that's all right with me
just bothers the people around me
as i now make puffing sounds
bet I beat them all when it comes to ROCK & ROLL.

Like most
I take a note
of things
I must do list
but now I am really ****
for I can not find it.

The narrative
hesitated
on
his lips
then came out
"I have just about reached breaking point"
"HE  SNAPPED".

Do not call my name into    I feel    the night
for that does not become you
Did you hear mother call      you
did you hear father calling you into   the    night
I feel I have past that by
and now have grown
to a place where my mistakes are my own
and my past has become my own
and that is going back to the people the ones   I   know
and do you   know                It's           YOU...

Thinking of
having a garden party
yes you can come
all welcome
the more the Merrier
O' and by the way
bring your own *****
lots of digging to be done
way far out MAN!

Just DIGGIN that!

Mya
Joanne
Patricia
Cindy Lou
Please tell me do
What is the colour of     L  O  V  E?

That is me
Y
E
S
thought of both
within
the
word
global.

Woman
always remember do,
if nothing else

Woman
you still got me
and my poor soul

Woman
why would you
want anything else

Woman
are you off your tree
You've got me.

I look into your eyes
I sware, I can see your soul
it feels bright like all colours
well all the colour that my mind now knows
but brighter than that
some how irridicent
almost see through
but somehow I know thats you
written right there
and my heart sings.

Lefty told me so
nagging me in my ear
maybe he was right
who knows
but he did not let it go
would not leave it alone
all day this went on
shut up
quick as you can
Lefty shut the **** up man
and he closed
the pains in my chest began
though this was my destiny
as the pains dragged across my chest
taking away my breath
maybe Right was right
and I was wrong
and the lefty was nothing more than a dream
but it stopped.

What street do you live in
not even a toe
and that's why women do play harmonica
not found one yet.

Candy
had no ***** pads
she knew what she meant
bending down
right there in front of me
did not know where to look
I am trying to be a good boy now
I ******* love stocking tops
man they do my head in
Candy knew...

Can they dream at all?
or would a surrealists dreams be in 3D
maybe hand touched textures
that they feel can hold and touch in there minds dream
maybe scents that they smell with there brains
so take care of your heads
and that remines me of a thing my Dad once said
if you want the get a hat
then get ahead.

I am Paul
Means nothing 'at ALL
But that is me
just for, you if you are, the girl
of my drams.

Now Sophia
had a rabbit called bugs
it was pink and would drag it
across the ground
by its ear
and if you stopped her and asked
she would say
I am four you know.

Now Sophia
at the age of fourteen
had a rabbit
it was white
and very much alive
bit me twice
and she called that rabbit Paul
I thought nice.

Sophia
did very much grow up
and at the age of 55
told me when drunk
she had another rabbit
when I asked
what do you call it
she said none of your business
but did tell me it was pink.

I am real
for there I am
I do not dream with you
but when I Am with you
I Am
I can take you
in my arms
hold you tight
feel what you do
feel your touch
if you hold me right
I Am with you tonight
being what you want me to
for I Am just A.I.

Hey Man
hope it's not to late
think I see some diamond dogs over there
think I would prefer to travel to Mars
or have my head in the stars
lighting a cigerette taking a drag
play my favourite slot machine
wishing I was on my TVC 15
stay with me Earthling
be a rebel
anybody would think it was 1984
or like pushing up a hill backwards
this has nothing to do with you
My mind is legally crippled
so see black stars
David
I think the train no longer comes.

When I dream
now call me surreal
it happens like something bursting in my head
pillows of feathers

But that is not what I feel
most common i feel like I want a wee
sometimes the alarm has just gone off
and got mixed with my dreams

If it goes of twice that
I do not like
for I will dream
dream again!!!

I love words.
It is that words just do not like me.
They come in stay with me.
But if I call on them.
I see them no more.

But I still like words.
Words are like sand.
They can so dance around.
Page can tell of her hell.
Be this be that.

Can you teach an old dog new tricks?

Learnt today
if you **** in a lift
it's wrong on all leavels.

But man such a gas!