Charlie Hebdo
my thoughts are with you
my words my dreams
and all that means
long live free speech
and god bless you all.

Charlie Hebdo
mes pensées sont avec vous mes mots mes rêves et tous ce qui signifient longtemps le discours libre de phase.

I feel for you
I feel your horror
but be one, with yourself
as we are one with you
you're never alone
never think that
we are red white and blue.

IS it Me?
or just my soul
that needs this space
so as a man i can feel whole.

Is it just me?
or just what i am told
that now I need this space.

I can not sleep
and in the thirteens years never have
slept the time of time.

Cardinal number
of a man getting old
my blood boils down, I am man getting old.

Temperature taken out
please woman do not organize my soul
for I am just this man.

And I see the rain fall
now i think did I put those plants out
woman do not try to take hold of me.

And if you find this,
as a man that can no loger think of himself
then woman, whom is in the wrong?

If you stand in a small corner
dose that make you feel tall?
and what's the point in wearing that stupid pointed hat on your head?
and why did my tutors in youth
not know that?
That was not good for me
and was not what they should have done
and you know
I feel glad knowing when I farted in the lift
at the school reunion
it was so wrong on so many levels.

When I awoke today
while walking down the street
and looking at my feet
it came across my mind
as the sun beat down
I was looking at yesturday's shadows
when your shadow walk next to mine
and seamed to make me feel whole
and now that shadow was just mine
and feeling the hole within my soul
I longed for yesterday's.

Pop words
Pop play
Pop was
Pop and go
Pop in
Pop out
Pop far out man
POP aRt if you do not think that right just ask Andy Warhol
Pop dead
Pop is still alive now just watch ads on TV
Pop down the shops
Pop in a pin, on the internet

with love my

P O P  P ets

Time has told me
I get old
We get old
The mind is not what your told
You forget
all the things you try
to remember you forget
on that
the other day
a lot before this day
we held each other
do you remember that day
I wish you hold me now

your warmth against me
and how that played with my mind
I was not all you wanted
me to be
But LOved you
you seem
Then I to know that your life played me.




p@ul.  ***.

Time does not bother me no more
and love is what it is
seams to me on a distant shore
time has just become
What it should be
But life can pass you by
Life seams as if in backwards
seams as it has stopped
but there is still movement
on my shore
maybe love exists

When I smoke the **** then maybe I am not sure.

Why WO,man
are you not like me
for when I hold your ****
do you not feel like I do
and when my hand
3rd fingers
presses your *******

You know.
it is good but what
What do known
FOR I AM JUST A MAN.

We live on a mountain
that is made up of our mind
and from the top
we see all
from above the clouds
we feel god
way up in the thin air
and if, I stand on tip toes
I can see my house from there     :-).

Sitting on his white horse
did feel his mind slip
and at that did fall off
hit the sand
with pain and puff
his leg broke right off
bouncing up into the surf
and swim away
from his now disconnected brain
he lay and did pray
Jesus
now I need you
to fix my leg
and make it swim back
so i can have two feet
dear knight
jesus did say
how can I do that
your leg
has already swam a mile
another 400 yards
and your leg will be in Guinness Book OF Records.

Seam like
My tech phobia
in this neck of this wood
is not street scene
just has not been
what it should

I woke up this morning
sniff a few flowers
and went back to sleep

But clear as day
I said it all
and would say it again

I can not help that,

that is me.

I want to talk about brain cells
when you see that flash in your eye
thats you bouncing off the cell walls
and it's die'in
and god knows I have lots of those
and in the brain will never be replaced
for after 22 you brain starts die'in
but some good news
I am much more wiser than I ever was before
if I can remember what it was
did you see that flash
it just happened again.

D O C TOR
bring morphine
pump pump
in my vein
for
D O C TOR
i wish to feel no pain
of this worlds ills
D O C TOR
do it again and again
and don't forget to ask
P@ul how do you feel?

D O C TOR bring my morphine.

Moving across the country
in to the midnight sun
arrived at a party
now some were ******
others still whole
when a man almost a shadow
gave me his card
I said ******* ref
your not going to catch me no
not this
midnight rider.

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.

P@ul.

The first thing I noticed
was how cold my feet are
The second
man I'am naked, a feeling of being born again
The third
was how abel I have become
The forth
was how did you get here, did you sneak inside my head
The fifth
was how to love, and how it bits you in the shin
The sixth
was there's no life belt outside of my head
The seventh
was that heaven only exists in your minds and nothing outside
The eighth
was pain, as my body burns, in this your creative hell
The ninth
was to be myself
The tenth
to get back inside of head.

Fractured it
thinking just words
so need help plastering it up
so tell me now
communicate with me
just how shall i wrap it
do I need a nurse
who take a strange apple off a tree
already think her mind has gone
how she concentrates
on the job to be done
but it dose not help
hurt like hell
nurse sally
please let me wrap it myself
for you are falling
out off the apple tree
tomorrow will find the ground
then find yourself
and will be gone.

Nurse link me up
to all those pipes hit me with them tubes
pump that radiation into my arm
start up you washing machine
set to spin dry
where have you gone
say something, say anything
Mr Hardwick lay still
well not very reassuring but you are still there
that is good enough for me for now
then that robot voice
breath in when you are asked and hold
hold on to what my thought
machine whirls
and i pass through that black hole
then the radiation kick in
now feeling a warm rush from my head to my toe
and what is that taste in my mouth
have just wee my self
then it was all over
nurse took the needles from my arm
told to get dress
nurse in soft tones
said do not go to any disco's tonight
why i ask
man you will glow in the dark.

Even when the colors
make you want to try
so I've taken to licking turner watercolors
now banned from all turner exhibitions
so trying to fly in my mind's eye
putting my head above the clouds
still thinking what do those colors taste like
it is sad to find
You can't lick the sky
I PSO facto.

O no not again
feel the Rock'n'Roll
come up from my knees
exploding within my head
here we go again
expressing harder times
in my head
has to come rushing out
beating in my brains within my mind
like a truck
Comes right out
like a phycodellick gargle
spilling out on the page.

:-)'

P@ul.

As I drift outside my head
                                   I know my mind becomes closed
                                                     TO who I AM            and all enclosed
My shoulders becomes head
my mind dreams
of nothing
other than what it has been
and gone before
I see lizards
that become wizards
dam I am a sleep again.

are these
dreams yours
or mine?

Have you ever had?

what was today for me, was one of those days
my Black Sabbath.

IT started out right, then went black
no matter what i did!

It was just not right
and so I worked it from day till night.