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.

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.

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.

Summer
times comes
light night
scented head
hardly a breeze
I can feel it
all covered
in green
I
walk my way
HOME
summer thrills
gives hope to
the heart
and when
when
I
am with you
just want
people
to
leaveusalone.

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  *******.

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!

If
this
was
to be
my
last
night
on earth
i
am
gald
i
spent
it with
you
love
one
and all
form me
just
small
man
called



'Paul.

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.

Feeling what I say
makes me cry
not just in my head
makes me feel
physically emotionally

It is ******* hard work
these are words
I make up
in my head.

Get them here
TWO  FOR  ONE
today sales   N O W   on.

Fight over them
limited Edition
Half The Price
if you find them defective
no cash returns
store voucher
just ask Kim
a beautiful sale reps agentive
over there on the till.

She here for you
and save some of my
**** up brains
which tonight
I give up to you.

and remember tomorrow never comes.

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.

And was bored out my Skull
and that makes my brain
when I chillax
fire like it should used up all my numb thoughts
and put them down as words
so I am all fired up now
hoping words to expand.

If you see me dance
you'll say
look at that old fool
but yes i will say
can you not feel that rock and roll
and you try to dance like i do
and feel it take you away
to land where I come from
come on baby let me turn you on
swing those hips in rhythm with me
now let me see you do that on your own.

I
Corn flakes in the morning
Snow flakes at night.

What do you think they are for
to listen no
I asked a jipsy and this was what was said
you have two ear
the left ear
on the left side
is antimatter
the right
on the right side
is matter
the head
is to stop them coming close dear

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.

Surreal Poam
By P@ul.


you are the most exstrawdanarirey person
and I am just me

you might be it seams
dyslexic
Oooo Ooooh
just like me

Hi Hi welcome
you be you and I will be me
how are you?

I did want to say I love you
But hello Poetry                            I do                                                    
Thank you all for your comments

And a very Merry Christmas from me to you


*** Paul :-)

Trying to give up smoking
so got me one of them e vapour pipes
so I don't have to inject nicotine into my arm
or wear them stupid patches
seams to be working
one month clean
breath now nice
smelling like strawberries cream
feeling a new man
I can see it really working.

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

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.

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.

But if not
I am dreams
I am you feeling your own soul
I am creative
like you have never known
I slip from moods like that
so **** the all off
but I am still human
and my words are not
for my words are expression
and from this day to that
I do not know
how they will fall out
all I do
is put them on a page
and sort of colour it up
giving emotion
that maybe
you did not have
but the best
would be to make you cry.

Mirror on the wall
I know
I am not big man
I have seen
I have lived beside the best man
to help keep people to be safe and alive.

Paul you know
you know
it's the small things that take from life
and from this you do not servive.

So I ask

Why will at these times not stand by yah!

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.

Whats so good about love
if I carn't be with you
all I feel is the loss
now you have gone
I feel down like I am about to drown in my own tears
I about to break down and cry
dear Mom
who will look after me now
who will tell me when I am wrong
who will set me on the right path
you ever lovin son P@ul rest in peace.

Let's not talk of time
as I sit here
it's hard to know where I am
seem's I have dribbled on my chin
think what it was you was doing
find that all that was lost
in your mind
not the marbles from my youth
ow think alan came round
yes it was
good old al not seen him in years
good old al smyers
great mate.
now what it was.

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.

Feel the pulse
in between your legs try to tell me
and ask me
who are you
as she looks like you
give me a chance
I will try not to hurt
But woman
I would love to need you
can I lick your left leg
Yep from your foot
Now that
is a meeting.

Just outside
the
circle
there they lay
wait'ing
I
don't know who!
but do I care a jot
no not me
for I care not
must have smoked to much grass
so as I am

I will carry on
and at the end of each day
thank GOD for tomorrow
for I ant getting younger
and anyway justouside
are many other shapes
shapes of thing to come.

Like candy floss man
sugar for my head
hyper now
as I slip into supper surreal dreams
some times, I do not know
which way is uppermost
or if I am in bed or awake
all in the head man
so how can you tell me if i am wrong
or if it's real

you think this how Alice felt down the rabbit hole
but my dreams a more confusing
am I mad
or just thinking I am
or am I alright
just another night
think surreal super dreams.

Looking at myself this morning in mirror
I had an epiphany of light
so ask you this question
when does your left cheek appear on the right?
Clue: hold up the object with both hands
answers please on a postcard or just e-mail me.

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.