What you all think of me
That!!!
P@ul
well quite mad
dreaming all his surreal dreams
in his electascated heads
and words that should never be
all I can say
is this man
is for the sixties
and yes we all did drugs
but that is what
the sixties was
BUT
Today
while at work
I
surprised
myself
fartting in the lift
and man
that
is
wrong
on
all
levels.

YEA!
K i c k
the
DOG
The
Cat
Dragged in
just because.

Last time I saw the sun
I hid my eyes
never seen a thing as bright as this
felt like this was no sun at all
for if it was, would I be here right now.

Now left was right
so right
left also.

Lips dry out
how sore is that
no grease
stick forever
sealed sore
Have I a question?
Girl's is that how all your lips get
or is more I can't
be bothered
Just asking P@ul.

In my mine
why I am work on this corner
taking tickets
for this show
my mind is so out of hand
it makes me think
all poets study there verse
to make the ladies
roll there eyes
we know
that I mean
men like you and me
always know that
with the ladies
they do it for me and you
yes ladies do as they please.

Woman you should think in your funny way
Of all the things you are dreaming

IN A FUNNEY WAY.

BUt woman
dream on in your own
funny way

Of all the things you have just beyond your reach.

As we live in this nest
the time I invest
and spend a life learning new words
on words up words
forging them
listening to them
trying to make them rhyme
moving on out of we find
the rocks and boulders of mankined
drugs hate and passions of greed
the money, the better life
the softness and love
brings us down
into the arm of young ones
the  P O W ER  of  W O R D's


P@ul. ***.

Got the mower out
the grass now look fine
pruned a few things
pushed the waste in the green bin
tending to what is my own
mineding my own
garden looks fine
then came along kids
I asked them so
please keep of the grass
all of them got arrested.

Am I.   Real?
or am I so surreal
That's what I am
the way you feel.
or am I
just being me
the way I feel
the man that's free.

I am
then gone
I move the world
one step on
I move the world one step on
be still
ask the question
still not hear me?

Do you mean a sad song
well in that class I am on my own
But I know you to be more
than you think you can be
and maybe
I
Just
REad
that
IN
your WORDS
P@ul.

True story
people do ask me
now did that really happen
yes I say
Now come on nowbody lives this much? well I do say!
I do
they look at me
I live it all
within in my head
for I am a surrealist.

Left.
Left stage right
so many confused words
why do we waist or lives
so many wasting away

We are the supreme beings
what we say goes
standing on both feet
I know

**** computers
see them painted in blue
not yet in red
maybe tomorrow.

Have experienced this
I can not talk
that wine has just killed off my mouth
you like this ****
smile nice
what is it called
this wine we drink
thats not wine
champagne
**** me
I have gone insane
it induced a desert
into my mouth
got any red wine.

Or is that just a strange quirk of my own.

Wot a word
that was
**** that
gives so much more
expression
that
is
in word
that.

IN my sight
I have to look at colours everyday
all look to me
as black and white
and are not colours in any way
but read all over
from first to last.

I know you all ask
P@ul
how do you feel today
then of course I ask how do you feel
you say just OK
and then I tell, I am  not feeling to good myself
for I have a mind within my head
that drives me mad
then my mind changes like that
and appears well
then I sniff some flowers and fall back to sleep
and count little bo pees
so you tell me>

Men think we have so much time
all in my own words
but it will be not long now
till the day I die
so hear me
all that I was
is not now the man I will be
for I will be crying
hoping to hold
a hand
as my own story is told back to me
Mr time told me.

There are days
when I wake up
wash, look in the mirror
and that mirror looks back at me
and in an instant I am talking to a reflection of myself
what I used to be, what I was about
and I remember things
that I did
And some times I tell myself will I ever learn
P@ul
don't be you yourself
be what others want you to be

lOOking In to the Mirror Of Horrors.

let me put the cards on the table
is that your card
NO!

not so good!
what time will be home for tea?

just got me membership of the square table.

It was a man I knew once
at least I thought I did
Good old Al Simers
he was good I think
if I remember it well
who was it we talking about
but it is just a state of mind
for me and Al go back a long time, sometimes
then poor Al is nowhere
has no tomorrow
forgets what he thinks
and forgets me
Poor poor
Mr. Al Simers.

P@ul  ***.

Change in life
is so a like
doing hand stands
turns your world upside down
make things you know
now seam surreal
takes a long time
to return to real
so no more
do my hands become my feet
and walking on them makes them ruff
so now using hand cream
and the blood rushes back to my feet
and the ideas no longer fall out my brains
but slip down into
my body of life.

You might ask
Who the **** are you?
No comment
but who are you
have you ever thought
did I try to take your soul
No No No
so thats makes me closer to god
who ever God is.

Dreams your dreams
as Alice falls
into other world
And did what she did
melting souls of others
Finding rabbets
hold none of these
for they get into your soul
Lick my lips again.

Mom
Who did this
What son?

There is a crack in my universe
What son?

O mom it s not whole
What son?

My left leg
does not do what my right leg thinks
So keep them at the bottom of my hips
and just hang them around
swing my hips all things seem to work
and walk around
all be it slowly
I cross them sometimes
and tell them
your not doing
what I what you to
so get on it
and I walk around.

Mirricle yes
but seems to work.

People ask me where are you now
answer: not hereXXX.

With that great big stick
off we are
and who are you
glad you ask
imagination

love

blue

all
those things and more
I sing songs about me
write poems
love and hate
have no god
but things I love
is myself
music
art

I
Will someday
sit down and pray
hold my heart in my hands.

Gasping for breath
but what I can tell you
the moon tastes
like melons.

You said to me
come on follow
we spent all day
hugging trees.

You said to me
lets have a day of reading
we spent all day holding trees.

You said to me
you wanted a night in
to wash your hair
I spent all night sitting on a wooded chair.

I said.
woman now you must listen
to this mans needs
for I have now
splinters in my heart.

Nothing there at all
down pains in my body
no brains
Say fear is
the mans best friend
you get up
then it brings you down
nothing at all
sleeping in the midday sun
all join in hold my hand
feel me warm
of this life
hold my ******* hand
grip it hold it
that way
I can tell
your not dead
and just maybe
my passion
will flow
but if
you
just stand there
I can't reach
move me on
tell me we are one
hold my hand
feel how cold
or how warm
it has become
woman
hold it
make it
that dizzy feel
I fell from this world
when you embraced me
I forget what happen after that
but I know it was you
I have smells of you
on my hands
when down waft them under me nose
But I am
still dead in my head.

Dose it matter what I do
and who made you judge
of me or mankind
I have got what I once ed dream of
ask yourself
do you to?

One D. A. Y.
one day got to get me out of here
for I want to be there
not beside myself
but over there by my dreams

one day I want to be me.
and I want you
to be you
ow, you keep your head down
and don't break any of that
of what is, you.


P@ul.
True story ***.

In my BOX room
I have two windows
one looks out over the street that the people abuse
the other looks at the world, that people confuse for the streets
But I am telling you here
anybody that does
will have to answer to the court of fantasy.

When asked
what is poetry to me?

The words came in my ears
in some way my brain makes sense
fiddles with them then spills out
on to the page
in the form you see
in so many words
which in some way is me
the signature of me
that's the way I do it
if it hurts you
then that's your fault
if it hurts me then it was meant to
but I never wanted to hurt you
that's why I cry.

Can you
eat your own words?
To me that does not seam right
anyway
what do they taste like
and will it make me phew k on a k.

I you hold you all
right here in my heart
feel your souls
yet you ask me for more
Hey full stop
do not abuse this old man
did you see
what I did there.

Who do you love?
Why do you love?
How do you love?
Where do you love?
When do you love?

So why Love?
Do you not love me?

Love P@ul.