1 sat next to 2.
There are having a great time tonight.

3 sat in the conner by himself.
1 said to 2, look at 3 he is so odd, sitting there, the crazy sod.

At this 4 butted in, and with a grin, said did you not know 3 is gay.
On hearing that 5 moved away.

6 then butted in, but before he said anything.
They all at the same time looked up.

Just as google plex walk in.
google plex, surveyed the room, sied then just left, muttering, this is imposable.

Some days, I wonder, if I have woken up.

I hear all the tones, but when I walk, seams spongy.
When I talk, seam I am alone.

But then I gain, these treasurer for my own.
Walk with me, then you might see.

What love is.
There again, I might miss.

That is.
Like weird Man.

Cold front coming in

I hate it when they say that

Cold front coming in!
where the hell as it come from
before it came on in

weather people get a grip
i don’t want a cold front or back
and sure don’t want a cold behind

the only thing i do like just a bit
is the way it make ladies ******* stand up
but all the rest i can leave behind

so weather people make the sun shine.

Rissa De Rein
of nothing at all
et très petit
and very small beauty
Respect Paul
De Rein.

are you hav'in any fun
                           Run RUN
what are you getting out of liv'in
                                     Run RUN
life is full of little if's and but's
                                                   Run RUN
but remember have a little fun as your life goes by
                                                            ­Run RUN

                                                          ­                 Run RUN    for your lives.

Ben sat,
beside himself.

With all those worries,
you have at his age.

Not really knowing,
if his parents were really his own.

He looked around the old house,
which seamed to give him some comfort.

But then he started to remember,
that terrible day, when brother Tom came home form war.

Tom appeared at the door,
like a ghostly shadow.

Ben knew Tom was not the same,
as Tom stagger in, and slurred at him...

You have grown... and had to help him in to the kitchen.
As they got there...Tom almost shouted I am going to be sick.

And threw up in the kitchen sink, then fell to the flour, mumbling water Ben.
Ben took what seamed like the limp tap, in his hands, pour water into a glass.

Kneeling next to Tom, to give him the water, he remembered what Tom was.
It is not what I am seeing.

Thank you Ben.
You are welcome Tom.

No Ben!
Call me Tommy Gun.

My name means nothing
My future is less
O where can I go to
And what will I do
I have lost the people I love
Am I now going to loose my soul
Sleepless nights and moral fights
Why my mother did you call me Paul.

Maybe I will die tonight.
Some, will think that Right.

when life was simple
and everything seamed new
but in time
people tell you all is not true
and as a kid
I stood and cry'ed, at this
**** you are gay
but I still love you
but not in your way
so rock and roll.

SO, SO, Surreal.
We sat on the deck that night.
Giggling from all the gin.
And the imaginary lemonade.
Writing post cards.

SAY WISH YOU WHERE HERE.

You giggle, and say instead of me.
How!............  I laugh.

Then the captain said, I have to heave to.
We both heave for about a minute or two.
Then both agreed, what a buzz that was.

do pop in regardless  ;o)
it is not truble at at
someday I feel big
somedays
I feel small
But do.

do. pop in regardless  ;o)

Pink panted then chewed
in her Pink perplex active
state this is all she did
but really inside she died a bit
but still felt alive
and chewed.

My mouth is dry.
You still look at me.
With those beautiful eyes.
Your dark hair frames you face.
Skin like gold, lips like rubies.
Woman you know, you are stelling my soul.

I went for a walk today.
In the deep dark wood.
Much like Red Riding Hood.
I came on no ax men.
Or witches, with biscuit houses.
Just a man.
With grey corduroy trousers.
Here he did say.
In a odd way.
ere what doing on my land.
 I said the only word.
That in this situation I know.
Sorry.
And went on my way!

Ben sat,
beside himself.

With all those worries,
you have at his age.

Not really knowing,
if his parents were really his own.

He looked around the old house,
which seamed to give him some comfort.

But then he started to remember,
that terrible day, when brother Tom came home from war.

Tom appeared at the door,
like a ghostly shadow.

Ben knew Tom was not the same,
as Tom stagger in, and slurred at him...

You have grown... and had to help him in.

Some nights
there is no colours in light
or none left in my brain
that my heart will let me see
but then when i dream
those colours i sick up
For the morning to see.

Malcom sat in the corner.
He did not know why.
Just kinda sat there.

The lesson went on.
Malcom fegited.
On his stool.

He put his hand up.
Only to be ignored.

Malcom.

Knew the answer.
None of the others did.

Malcom smiled.

The underlaying metaphor.
Tapped out notes into the night.
Then I was, but now just do not feel right.
But then, we was.
Now not right.
Now I am.
Now that it just not right.
That girl so warm so bright.
I know that in the morning.
I will Wonder.
What I metaphor!

italic's* Bold as he was
leaned on italicME
and what was.

Thank you for looking towards my shaw
and giving such sweet comments
if you like it
then my life is yours
but when you look out of your window
you find it crowed and when you look out the window in morning
see you life is not yours
Then you know
you are an artist
RegardsJustYours

Merry had a little lamb
she also had a bear
i have often seen
her little lamb
but never seen her bear!

it was a great party
and as always
i ended up on the dace floor
the woman took me up into her arms
as i was quit drunk
it was quit ferm holding me tall
but we danced the night out
till the morn
then after all those hours
i looked at her
and she me
we had to agree
there would be no wedding or flowers
for i felt like death warmed up
and she had to agree
so people of this earth
sing this song with me.

At first I thought
a fab day out, maybe a visit
well it seams I was confused
and from what I know now
abused,

for on the the 31st of october
please do ask all those people who talk with you
now are you dead alive

For my uncle commuted this day!

How is it, in this lif E
That you know you have met a fr I end
In all L ife's strife,  you know you hav E met a fri E nd
someone to talk with who will not dema N d
Regards Paul

Behold  the  edge,  that  one  can  see,
always  around me,  holding me in. I
for  ones wish  to  escape from this to
a  more  permeant,  real  space, to get
beyond  the edge.     So all may see if.
  Our government are right, or maybe
justthinkingoutsidethere more round
box.   Yet they, make us live in boxes.
  So join with me, you must now have
come to see shapes like boxes is   NO.
And  the  true  people  live  and work        O    U   T   SIDE   THEM!!!

About the    my problem Grey
while talking today    my problem went away
Dr Psychosis did say
Paulreally there is not question at all
for what your eyes see is reflected light
and between you and me that is just energy
so i asked what is colour what is grey
Paulthey are the words we give them
so that others can understand     what we talk over
see he was right      in blinding light
from grey      "i was free"  !!!
so if you meet me
don’t tell me I like your grey shirt
just say I like your     light and energy.

**** me!
I awoke this morning
with a pimple on my nose
how it got there only god knows
I squeezed it
and all it would give was pain
I hope tomorrow it is not the same.

Brink sat on the edge as he always did.
Brink I asked.
Why sit there on the edge.
It is my place.
I could see what he told me was true.
Brink then fell over.
Fell said, here we go.
No more memory of misadventure.
For Brink was now dead.