I've being to mean to ask
                   Do    F   A   R  T's?

only smell of sprouts

                   A  T     ChriSTmas?

and I think
this is like a black hole
right inside my feeling
then there are days I write
and that is a warm feeling
but not all will come out right
reader thats nots you, thats me!

For a long time
I felt that I was odd
then when I became surreal
I realised it was them.

B  O  O       P   A < U  L

There are days
when water does
not enter me
                                     Unless with alcohol
                                     in it!
                                                                       There are three
                                                                       Square's in my world
                                                                       And ****
                                                                       I am another one.

As a child i thought
I could count the stars.

L  i  s  t  e  n  !  !  !**

I was born by a river

and I have been moving ever since

i have nobody to call my own

you known

i have been moving

since I was born.

Brink took the time, to blink, and
                                              
                                                 T
                                               U
                                              r
                                            n
                                          ed

On himself, why?
  Was he standing there
     Here on this shelf

                                            M
                                           O
                                        V
                                        I
                                      N
                                    G
                      
  K    C   a  B

Looked at himself
Man I am not
Going anywhere.

Now that woman had something
that much is clear
so I carry on going down this losome road
all by myself
if you gay woman
why mess with me
i hope you enjoyed yourself

where are those people with light in there eyes
all the words we dream about that mean so much to me
that have a passion and real love for the art of poetry
i seek them here and over there but are there
but do you think i can find them any ware
people you are poets
that why i talk to you

thank you all this poet called     Paul.