Why is it so
                   You make me feel like
                                                       I was not   T  H  E  R  E
when  it is clear,  as day    I    W  A  S
                   Now you make me feel
                                                       Like I am an astra nought
                   Third man on a moon.
I am the one    T  H  A  T       W   A   S.
                                                      I was not knowing.

Then falling on my knees men't nothing you
and just, blow my head
But there is something in this ocean you have not had
and it is that where your mind goes on
in to dreams
of this dizzy thing
of this girl
but who can know
of her story
only me
and I will not tell.

This

                                   IS  
                                                                         a BOOK



That is the fact
                                          But
                                        looks
                                         like


                                             a

                                                                        Poem.

Surreal POEM  No. 1001

Don't you
have a word
to tell me please

There is a hole in my mind
that lets water into my soul
or is it my shoes                        T
                                                       H
                                                            A
                                                        T
                                                           '
                                                      S

                                             W
                                      H
                                Y


                                      I                              Sing
                                                                        the
                                                                                      BLUES!

desmound died
did it all by himself
for one minuet there he was
then desmound died.

Blue sat at the bar very
                                 D E P R E S S E D

Red came over and asked blue
would she like a drink
                                   S H E  S A I D

no that would not be good
                                       for tonight i do not feel P U R P L E.

time slips
from the bottom of a dress
and there just shouts out
saying nothing less
than i am time myself.

To dream is my soul
to give well  do not no
but to dream, of my univers
that I know so well
well then I dream.

In the beginning, there was just you and me
distracted by our love
to me you, looked like just my wish
of that which, in mind, I would want, to become part of
time I did not understand
distracted by your beauty
and my misunderstand
but this in time passed me by like
winds in a storm
@ that time I knew, time had past on, and the rose of high romance died
Do not look
@ me now
as I am shaking here
but in the story of time
this thing here
is just like stock
in some old battle field Of what now I can tell.

Is not LoVe

It is my mind
and i will think what i want.