Trust these days is hard to fined
                                                             but i must in the job i do
and trust what you say is real
                                                             but people you make so many mistakes
some days i fined it not so real
                                                             but i am willing to learn
how you are and really feel.

Dim you is all that you need
on halloween
for there your broken bones lie so.

S                 H                     I                      T
I came to write a poem but found more.

Baby tonight i love you
and will not close my'eyes

Every day someone is asking.
What is there to do.
Should I laugh, or should, I fight.
Or is there nothing to do.
So I reply.

Climb a tower of freedom.
Love the woman that sets you free.
Listen to the children.
Have the pleasures of that day.
This will set you free.

And if you feel like dancing, then just do.
So Son, expression and passion.
When I was your age.
We made games up for ourselves.
I only feel what touches me.

T         H        I        S               W        I         L           L

                                                                                              SET YOU FREE.

Girls you know this
Never ever, let a man think
green fields and all things like this
today a field tomorrow a town
green fields soft like a iderdown
Never ever, let a man think.

That was then
and this is today
my new day.

Give slid out
only to shout
i am not doing that again
for today give was not giving
seamed like he was given out
but this day give gave out
a little pray.

Up above my head
there is a place
that exist
and it's just there
Up Above My Head.

Some days I think.

I am quite out of my mind
woman you came to me
just to run when i needed you to a new shore
so now in life
I really do not know what to say
as you flurt with me
I will say lets just go home
for i feel my mind has not grown
sometimes in all this misstery
people say to me
PAUL
Take a stand
but how they come and go
so with pen in hand i write just SO.

Came just came round
came in and just sat down.

If I could         s            p       e        l  l
Then I would become
                                                 a                                            w   i     z  z   a  r  d.

You ask me
what is happening tonight
I just feel fever in my soul
ow black night
I do not think I will turn my back
for in time you will take my soul
right away from me
and everything I have known
so stay in woman in within the white mystery of this night
as I play ****** cords for all.

What the **** is LOve?

LOve is   a  t t raction
LOve is the way you smell
LOve is the time I spend with you
LOve is missing you
LOve is the this we do
But LOve
is never knowing you.

When that lady spoke
i found it hard to see her
as i was lost in my own mind
the softness of her skin
and her eyes that seamed to draw me in
like a black hole
not even letting light come from within.

One of my friends
I did bad things to
He got very drunk
and past out
so I shaved his eye bows off

He was very surprised


But you could not tell.

How do you think you poetry is going.
Well maybe just SO SO.
Did you do it your self.
Why do you ask?
Do you not think I am my self today.
That is not what I ment and you know it.
Come on write some.
Not sure I can.
We have lost it then.