I feel into the ****
you can scrub me like hell
but I not smell quite right
leave some flesh on my bones
I would like something I can call mine.

Is stuck in my skin
I am rose
and not what I was before
I felt you enter me
and with my desire
you felt like me
I felt your thorn.

Left my happy home
To when, who knows
if I will return
and found my head one day
without trying
is that bad or is that good
maybe self medication misunderstood
say to myself do not worry

You sill have the T-Shirt
and it says

H OP E  A  N  D   G  LO  R  Y.

Keep your distance
Two metres or more
I miss that hug

Not seen you in long time
Not much happened still the same
Still miss that hug

Is this how earth is now
Yes and will continue
I miss that hug

See you soon.




Love P@ul.

Our ship is sinking
But do we give a dam
The ship is sinking
learning how to bale.

How can back be forwards
in reverse of mind
now thats so lateral
the words blow what is left of my mind.

Tears fall from my eye
drip down my face
am I laughing or crying
I have been asking myself that for years
life goes on around you in so many ways
mirror, mirror on the wall am I sane
or do I fall
can I have my vision back
to the end of my days>

I pull at my bribed wire chains
forgive me here
as I feel the cold wind blowing over me
long before your rusted chains held me down hit the ground
I think you you will find
I have changed.

Cover me
do not let me see
or be seen
I am the impossible dream
of the life
of what i have been
the impossible dance
of romance
lick me
my body will taste of silver
no perfumes
I am is
of is what always have been
I be by myself
soul the one of ones
being of ****** dreams
so go to sleep
and the dreams of life will fill your soul
with the life
I am asleep
I
am just the same
I am my mind
just now feeling new things
all I can imagination
Holds me now
but just still me
in my soul.

My one wish in life
did not come true.

Come home
to the free world
Never be told
lick my left legs
if you have the passion for
in love and fear and hate
Q
here

Reality get up my nose
and makes me ******* sneeze.

Makes me be like this
I am Feel.

I think you forget
what time is?

And what we were
young love.

But I am not young
and most have died on my own.

you are welcome!

MAD people do not stand on their heads in the garden
so I am told
nor talk to caterpillars
But I do all that
I am so mad
have you seen these shoes!
only got them last Saturday
and already the soul has fallen off
people do not make things like
like they used to
that makes me mad
even as it should not
Alice
though
had no fear
of the MAD
as she took out a subscription
and read it weekly
she read it for years
but never got into lizards
you would think
she would
living in SPAIN
living in the hills
and when young
played with the wolves
but even with the wolves still licking her feet
just happened to lean back just a few degrees
it was just at that very moment
that worm pulled her into the hole
she fell nor up or down but in between.

Getting old is not good
just look at me
I have got a limp
and I found out what it means.

Means people don't see me as before
try to help me out
give me a seat on a bus
grab my arm without being asked.

Flinch when I scoff
or ask me not to share
all the words they'ed not like to hear
all the words I use.

All the words
that make me the boy
I am
So ******* Limp.

The people are winding me up
why don't they do as told
I am here to keep them safe
but they always think they know better
not as if
I can say
just do as you ******* told
but I do like to see them blush
when they come back
and this is known
to me as my day storm

All I know
was that I fell here
into this mud
and just knew
that way was up
so with all strength
stated to grow up
and one day
pushed up into light
though art of nature
there the artists in liking me
grew me on
liking my impressions
they called me light
then gave me expression
then the artist all did drugs
and it all went mad
so I fell asleep
then dr dali
pick me as dreams
and gave me new life
felt sounds in my ears as woke up
did some drugs myself
as bowie lead us on
into a musical truth
did some more drugs fell into Black Sabbath
well he is from my home here
join the hells angels
and of those things I will never tell
went to college go myself a B.A.
got into advertising
the sit
that sells you things
you all like even now
you believe this ****
but it's not important in life
which has lead me here
writing this tonight
and for the gueness book of records
this is the longest ever written
not so very good but that's my bag.

the gloss paint after two weeks, has lost it's gloss
taking it back, shipping, it in posting it back
who do you think you are
why should I dream like you do
for I am me
here I am
twisted dreams in my head
like what good are you for me
dreams all your dreams inside time calls me back
to where I began in fact.

I am ****** yes
we was
the sun shines
I looked at her
just had to kiss her
then
she kissed me back
lips as one
I could taste her feelings
right there on my lips
sweet but with a burn
like acid in my mouth.

Eyes bleed I am told
I blink once or twice
Am I just old
or Blinking the new in thing
they say theses days
it shows your soul
Or am I just old
Did not like to think
I did not blink
for
that means
my eyes are old
or maybe dry
for
I do not cry men never do
not even for you
F**k shot myself in the foot.

Woke up in bed
felt like i had fallen out of tree
**** me what was dreaming about
but at 61 man you can not hold me back
went out to work, now 11 hours done
feel like I have been run over by a truck
life seams to get harder
wonder if
tomorrow I will get up at all.

My way is
this is the way I feel
why do I feel like this
why do I feel like this

Only feel like this with you
tell me do
why do I feel like this with you
do tell me this

Why do I feel like this?

Poet tell me off please

YOu know more than me
and if you do not
then f**k oFF
Тимоти
Dishier
I bleed like you all
when I slip I fall
I have red blood
born of my genes=
that is why my name is Paul.

Each day
loose Two for One
no need to ask about the blues
but I can hum it.

But each day
two more gone
dribble only a little bit
best jumper on.

Soaked into my t-shirt
thank god I went dark
still got red lips
from gumming beat root.

Not nice being as old as this
nurse has fab ****
thats a plus
and legs all girls might dream of.

This girl is a Princess
washed my *****
lifted my **** out the way
made me smell nice.

Not once looking
at her phone
she spooned her love
and gave me pills.

Into the mouth of mine
with my full trust
then the devail
grabbed my mind.

I dreamed of     Y     O    U
last night
all was not good
you seamed to blame me
about Robin Hood
who!

think you came down out of the trees
after swingging on branches
you proceeded
to,    I think pick flees
off my back!

Un finished poem  P@ul.

Held in my arms
even with my arms
folded.

Found holding
was like
a Dream.

And you wonder
why I am surreal
it just, becomes, real.

Love do not hate
we told you all that in the sixties
so get out of your mind.

Hi my name is P@ul
63 years old
currently working as a security guard
at a very high priced venue
nothing here is in pence
halls fall
into more than you hold in one hand
but I would like to thank you
you the people
for you are like gold to me
and I  all hope
is
you enjoy
this stay in my company
there are no strangers
at the NEC
just friends
you have not met yet.

Lend me your wings
for tomorrow is as safe as can be is
can I face tomorrow
and a pin ***** makes no pain
and the farmer in a field
makes life go on
all I can see
in the dreams within my head
Is the people who I did know
most good ones dead
and no longer with me
telling me nothing
about tomorrow
fight for me
and make me feel
like life is worth going on
we must get back
to man on the moon
for that
is the survival of you and me
and all people.

when
you
get
a
cold
it is
not
just
for
Christmas

Timeless nights
man they get to you
like a calk mine turn easy
so sunshine help me
take this haze away
coloured picture I am the one
old I think, than before
my time
I need it so bad
more than I should need it before
when I get up
the day brings me down
when I sniff flowers
I get up again
and at that nature grins
working, talking Night.

Since my stroke
when I walk
to make my left move right
I have to think about it
If I do not
that's when it goes all of a kimbo

After all
I have become the man
I always hatted.

I can't
Help getting old
or if I stumble even mumble
my mind sometimes play's tricks on me
and that name I forgets
you know the one
it's on the tip of my tongue
which the wind just whipped away from me
I can't
Help getting old
the wind makes lips chap
and it's hard to climb stairs
or sometimes to get my legs out of the bed
my mind might wake up
but the rest of me does not
maybe if I just roll off the bed
what was I thinking of
I can't
Help getting old
hearing the bone in my ankle snap
or was my hip
do not remember this pain last night
now can't get back on the bed
and somebody do tell me
where do I get that odd musty aftershave from
not seen advertised in my local shops.

How much you learn
not to hate the others
for their misgivings
for we all have our own list
a moment is crossed
that made you grow to hate me
and after that
there is no coming back
after that we on a pathway
of our own
and you call this LOve?

Woke up today
left half my head at home
or lost it on the bus
that was when my whole day fell apart
spent all my time at work
and nothing went right
all I tried fell to ****
supervisors gave me them looks
wish my head on my pillow' still, lay
me looking like an angel
there with my eyes closed
dreaming surreal dreams
but no your ******* body
had to say
**** not my fault
you are not here today
where are my brains
at home in a jar full of alcohol
"O"
I remember N O W.

Maybe tomorrow
I will find the future
but then tomorrow is
the future I find.