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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

The wrong place.
Every things seams wrong.
Until I think of you.
Then I know.........what love is.
My....... Time with you.
Love you to...
No you put the phone down frist!...
No you must...!
Love you to...

Put the ******* Phone DOWN  !  ! ! !!

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

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

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!

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

I am sick of all the adverts
that promise this and that
lady's rub this on your skin
it plumps up the fats
takes out all the wrinkle's
and yes you *** looks big in that
but with a bit of liepposucktion
we can get rid of that.

I am
the diamonds
that you see in your head
do you know those diamonds sing to me
and that i hear, within my head,     please feel free to sing alone
not that you will
for you are strong
the one and only you
but feel'in blue
face long    and I ask!

What princess
the princess of mine
and you give me that look
that means back off

but i don't
tell me
princess

WHAT?

at that your skin turned grey
then after time you did anser  
leave me alone for I feel cold.

how can i feel what i am seeing
even though it not happening to me
how can i taste
what i am smelling even though
my nose has no taste buds
and how do all these things
keeping happening to me
how do i feel what happens
in my dreams
how can i hear a dentist drill
and then taste how it feels
and how someone else chewing silver paper
makes my teeth stand to attention
how and why does this happen to me
and i not even going there
that black board.

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.

**** 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.

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.

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

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

Today I though.
Do questions always have answers.
No I think.
You ask me.
Does my *** look big in this.
And with truth.
I answered.
Yes, Love, that is why I marred you!

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.

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)

things are just things
but things make me feel
some times bad some times small
but things are still things.

I have no end
no begin ing
sweet i am just the fire
i am like fairy tales
moss and green snails
slugs slim and endless trails
but
i am just love

I like books,
but do not think they like me.
They give me bad pain in my tummy.
Sometimes in my head.
Makes feel like i would like to be dead.
But I still like books.
And as my mother always says.
Eat a book a day.

No fun being a book worm.

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.

The shape.
Did not feel right today.
He really was not himself.
He had change in some way.
O why he thought.
Why can today, not be yesterday.

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!

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.

what can i say
but i have nothing
nothing at all
ow what can i say
but i will give you it all
it will be  sad night
in the morning
a morning of nothing at all
you are the son
of your father
so treat me as your own

some times i am sure i work to hard
i now it when knacker d
comes to visit me
makes my bones ache
and gives a feeling of misery
but at these times
please explain to me
why i can never sleep?