There is an old man
who shaved his head
on going outside
the sky did rain
on his head
soaked in
and rotted
his brains

how do
I know?
that old man
I S  ME.

Little loving
goes a long way
still to this day
I do not know what passion is for
For you said to me to
I love you
and you did not
******* of with the guy
I got in to fix the car
makes me feel small
but at least
I do not
have to lick your anckles any more

Taste the sweetest
journey with me across the planes of my brain
try to see that which makes me
when I wake up
and look into the sun
when I wake up
it is just another day
another day
where the light is steaming
is it real life
or just inside my head
for when I wake up
it is just another day
going to go on
trying to define
that
is it me?

Surreal P@ul
head in the clouds
drink in my hand
Lemon shirt
and on this day
lime green shorts. chinos
bald head glowing in the sun
coming in my windows
basking in its warm glow
curtains shut
mind open
finding the words
to make this poem grow
remembering the thing I had
like my mind
the thing I lost years ago
just put it down
now so hard to find
time has to come
when a man will changes
think my change is past
and looking forward
to my dying day.

Now to me
and maybe you
Spam is just a God given food
a lot like ham comes in a can
and I enjoy it when in the mood
but what I do not like is the internet spoon feeding me
S  P  A  M  Daily.

Today i crossed a surspension bridge
it was so intence.



P@ul

My river runs deep
I cannot see the other shore
Might be my eye sight
now a man of old age
now I regret cutting down trees
so people
join with me
plant a tree
Never more
to be cut down by me!

When I met you
you where all I had
I told myself
Thak you Lord
but inspit of of my self
I fell in love with you
just outside there waitting
just out the circle
it was hard to say
witch way were you looking
was it me
you did feel
hold your breath
then fall
Just outside waitting
I don't know who
Lick the inside of my leg.

All can find
is heven is in your mind
and how does that now make you feel
dose for me
Lille is swingging out from what
we now feel
but what of the flowers that grow at your heals
growing you feel to heaven
and now heaven is in your mind
but I am just a poor boy
how dose this matter to me at all?
glad you asked me
the first time I met you
you had nothing but a pale face
then you let me take you in my arms
I was looking for a girl with no name
seams you found me
and told me so
you had no name or number
nor I me
if I remember right
I was the 69 club.

Dream on
dear mr fantasity play me another song
make my dreams real

Dear mr fantasy play your guitar
make a tune
try to make my head feel right
on the other hand don't.

Today I went to see my doctor
he smiled and said long time no see
I said
O yes doctor for I have been ill
not even a smile
as he hit me with a hammer on both knees
and he wonders why I never go
he looked over the top of his glasses
and gave me some of my pills
and said keep away from rabbit hills on those
at that I departed.

A poem
is sent by God Himself

But you would be wrong
for the thing
would n't start
o lord
which women
as men we do not shout
you o god, o god.
we are more likely
to say thank you
for you are the ******* gods on earth girl
playing the creese in the fabric of life
gives you at wrong moment in time.

Always wanted one of those
sorry girls got me one of these
not my choice from the gene pool
think maybe the person before ******
living with the genes that I have
can't afford to put a pole in
making do with what I have
but woman
you will always know
that's me
for in other ways have to try hard
to give over what I feel
hands like machine guns
see and feel
them rock and roll
and my lips
taste so much
you might sigh
and ask
or even say
thank you P@ul

on that, I will say MAN  HaMMeR.

I see faces
in books
on TV
in VIDEO
and I look at them and come to conclude
NONE of THEM are Me.

It was a cold clear night
the night I met you
it was a bad excuse
I was the only fool insight
it was a crazy thought
a mad mans walk
black cats crossed my path that night
and to this day
nothing anymore seams the same to me
it was.

I hate traveling man
above the clouds there's nothing to see
but when I land
like a candy shop
wish my ear's would pop
then I can release the dust of travel
and dream along with the people I meet.

Listen to my story
it is sad but it's true
please do not laugh
it could happen to you
so hear me out.

Some people say it with flowers
but you don't get many saying it with humanoids
bleep  bleep, well the humanoid boogie
hipnoids got like, the energy cell
listening to humanoid boogie every hafl an hour
grandfather you really know
how to humaniod.

When I see loves around me
I hang my head in shame
I wish I was a fool for you.
When I see these thing within in my own head
I wish I was a fool for you.

But that can not be
So I wish you all a Happy Valentine.

Bring the wine so we can become lovers
out of our minds
I wish I was a fool for you.

Mind closed
cleaning underway
does not mean I am not thinking anyway
or what which was up
or all the thoughts
that I would not tell you anyway

Cleaning Brain Washing
Dush it in the tub
rather lather up in water
no knocking on wood or rocks
imperial softer soaps
scented like a dream  

Best dressed
new scented
looking rather good
clear and clean
wet flour
do not slip or slide.

I go round
but things
do not feel the same
some how felling dizzy
spinning world please stop
and the floor stop moving up
this confuses my brain
world which is the right way up?

Tonight I feel like
the person I did not feel like before
things have change in my mind
but some how sound the same

Left hand stopped and, I told myself, what is this.
Naver stop doing that beat
for this woman is a lady.

but maybe this
will tell a lot maybe
but then she will go away
and in my dreams will become
wholesome
your more than a wish
just maybe


P@ul.

Time takes your soul
the moment your born
day's turn's to year's
day after day, night after night
lost in space
makes your soul turn cold
and scream as you might
there is no noise
but time is all we have
so like me
thank god
that your here at all
in this your time.


P@ul.

People say
my poems
are *******
well
if you will
give this monkey
a pen and paper
what
else can a poor boy
do!

one world
on which @ night
I rest my head
and in the day my head
gets on with other things
one world
for me
one for you
how to me
dose this seam wrong
there is only
one world
on which
I rest my head
one slip
and my head rolls off
on to the earth
face filled with the sand of the world
on which @ night I rest my head
one world
which I try to keep safe
now smacks me
in the face
the
world
on
which
@
night
I
rest
my
head.

Imagination
can  take  you to
anywhere,    for now
I have cream in my head
now    an     astro    traveller
third     man    on    the   moon
lung full of time and space
must just be my age
but I would like
to wish you
happy
easter.

Not walk
just talk, to me
it tells me all kinds of ****
like you have two new E-Mails
It's good to know I have inherited millions
but I think
my computer talks such ****
I think one day I will take it back
but 12 months is not over today
apparently
so it is not going back today.

I like the way it says the word, Paul
most sensuous
Still, it needs to go back
or will end up with all the others in my hall
and never talk anymore.

If I said, no more, apparently that would be a double negative
COOL  *******.

You can feel them, they are part of you
they bounce of your soul echo back into your mind
make idears, find new words there
pulse's so you find them change
there being in time and space
words that never meant a thing to you
words can make me feel invisable
they can make see,
waves on the shore, of time, lapping, ******* @ my mind, and my feet.

Will they ever stop driving me
have they ever taken time to see
when I'm doing my best?

Today got the whole day off
sniff some flowers went back to sleep
day off dreams so bizarre so surreal
awoke to a knock on the door
Shela has come round with the kids
invite them in what a din
kids play out after bribes with sweets
Shela sobs like hell
draining my wine and hanky store
remind her I am working tomorrow
she forces the kids back in the car and leaves
car fumes play with my nose
dame the kids have left things behind

I call her
Tomorrow.

!@£$>

Being punch and falling to my knees
I was winded
I did not see you pick me up
out of the darkness i saw you
a beauty that was sure
you held me back out of that fight
all I could do was look at you
your beauty a woman
that was black.

In a fight inside my mind
my one self
becomes blind
to what is, what was, and what has become
dollar a day only goes so far
and that makes me feel so bad
for the woman I love
but if she loves me she will just have to get over IT.

My arm and hand to and with a pen did write
Now what will your do
my young love said to me
will this woman become your life
and she will go away with you
and watch your story
last night she came to me
so softly she came
again and again
what did you give her here
i lost the devil here.

Artois is where art is
and I love bank'y's
for there that day
art was
and today is not at all
and to me that ment some thing.