well
i am
walking
in the rain
and thats
all right

just
another
friday
night
i
walk
though windows
and fall
though
doors

no
one
to talk
to
but
that
is
all
right

i
am
dress
up
in
my
birthday
suit
­but thats
all right

yes
just another
friday
night.

$$$

This all i want
from me to you
everything you want to do
you should do
for everything is true
me to you it is true.



and god is up in heaven
listening to all
he will diside how we fall
you could become a soldier
that shot another man.



but from me that is on your soul
NOT ME!

Love Paul ***

You can feel them, they are part of you
they bounce of your soul echo back into your mind
make idears, find new words there
pulse's so you find them change
there being in time and space
words that never meant a thing to you
words can make me feel invisable
they can make see,
waves on the shore, of time, lapping, ******* @ my mind, and my feet.

That hurts
Woman stuck a needle in my arm
you will feel a scratch
**** u are sticking me pins
Baby that hurt
see her blue eyes and start to flirt
whats your  name           Jane
Stay with us you
Look me in the eyes
I am going to call Paul
That's my name
how did my net in this sea miss you
so we meet like this

Thank You, Nurse Jane.
.

Love P@ul.

What street do you live in
not even a toe
and that's why women do play harmonica
not found one yet.

Full Point did stop.
stopped at the end though.
just like that.
see I told you so.
at the end the full point did stop                                 .

Hear all the guitars
hear the words
i still remember when saw your face
think that day
I feel in love with you
I am so confused
I can't believe this is true
the way your smelled
makes my heart melt
fear as cripples me inside
so funkadelic
it's the way you
walked into the room
stood by at the bar
scented up my leg
winked at me and smiled
done me in
mess with my funkadelic brain
I winked back
you giggled
just wanted to kiss you there
and hold you
feel your presence
see how close you are to my heart
Just another Funkadelic Dream.

Looking at myself this morning in mirror
I had an epiphany of light
so ask you this question
when does your left cheek appear on the right?
Clue: hold up the object with both hands
answers please on a postcard or just e-mail me.

Maybe tomorrow
I will find the future
but then tomorrow is
the future I find.

There nothing more
that I like than gardening
sticking my nose
into a rose
then remembering when
I was sixteen
for the smells was not a rose
it more like a ****
and cigarette smoke
mix in in a bar
but I still drift off
la la la, lar
so let back to the garden.

Gardening can be good for your mind
watching the flowers that grow around your heel
but unknown to me they also grow in your mind
grow in your feelings, as in real life
and I am going to chase, that cat, that digs them up
squirt it with a water pisstol
and shout!   **** the dam!   well off!
but never hurt it
but on days i find
that garden which I tend,
try's to hurt me back
watch out for the roses
after sratching my arm bad and watching it bleed
it was as if the rose asked me a question back
saying I rip your skin and give you pain
but never sratch your soul
that made me think
can in you in the private garden of your soul get hurt?

come along  with me
lets look into the life
of the common garden pea
maybe you like them
maybe you do not
but these are my words to
the common garden pea
from me to them
we have all seen them
and had to work out how we eat them
better stuck in mash potato
than balanced on the knife or fork
kids just distribute them so neatly
on the table and the floor
then hold up there plate
and ask for some more
but have you tried to grow them?
if not come on a journey with me
plant some peas in the soil
water them liberally
then let the season warm the earth
after about 14 days or so
you will see little green shoots
place some sticks in
for the peas
likes something to hold on
just like you and me
for the pea has a hard life
as the season moves on
the pea holds out little tendon
that grip on the sticks
then the snails move in
danger will robertson
for in one night
the snail can ****** all of these
the peas that do survive
suddenly come alive
shooting up like rockets
then after the flowers form
all white in the sun
the pods form
and in them form the peas
those sweet nuggets
we love called garden peas

Just sitting
listening to Alan Parsons
Rubbing Germolene
into my arm
after a battal with the roses
in my garden
rubbing in Germolene
as my arms now stinging
trying to relax
picking up my pen
and writting words down
try to make sense of them all
as the fumes
of the Germolene ant nice
but stopped the stinging in my arm
Germolene
the gardeners
best friend
and makes you smell like
you've just come
from the gym
P@ul.

Is something I do
with both feet on the ground.

Some day's
I find no truth
in    what is my    own
feeling     limp    and       numb
finding            nothing         in        my         own       words
but                     still                 my life goes on
so         I write          them down
in hopes
that
something
will come
making
on your
screen
my
atomic words
an explosion
not unlike
an
Atomic
bomb
just getting
old here

Before the **** gets blown into that fan over there.

Margret sat at the window in her wheel chair.
As she always did on Thursdays.

Maybe it is today.
When I see that tall dark handsome man again.
Her view was obscured by the net curtain slightly.
But his siluette she knew.
So engraved was it on her mind.

Wish i had made that tea now.
She said to herself.
But I can not leave now.

So she reach for the Gin which was at hand.

Really should not.
She said to herself.
As she poured it in the glass.
Just one finger or two.

After finishing two glasses.
The siluette stood at the end of the path.
In a panic she pulled at the wheel chair.
Now the front door was the target.

Pushing and pulling at her wheel chair, on her way into the hall.
She became stuck on the carpet gripper, that separated the lounge from the hall.
In her frustration, she pulled and push those wheels till.
Over the gripper they went.

She could hear the siluette footsteps now receding.
Getting to the front door there she saw laying on the floor an envelope.

Her hands now hot and sweaty, ripped the envelope apart.
Reading these words, the words she wanted to hear.





Please find enclose your new pension book.

Who is Assad
does he think
that killing people is the way
does he think that
it's makes him look big
his body moves like a crack of a wipe
he stands and sags
while placing Russa
on it's knees
Putin puts up no fight
smiles and says yes

Come on Russa we more than this.

Who is Assad
does he think
that killing people is the way
does he think that
it's makes him look big
his body moves like a crack of a wipe
he stands and sags
while placing Russa
on it's knees
Putin puts up no fight
smiles and says yes

Come on Russa we more than this.

Who is Assad
does he think
that killing people is the way
does he think that
it's makes him look big
his body moves like a crack of a wipe
he stands and sags
while placing Russa
on it's knees
Putin puts up no fight
smiles and says yes

Come on Russa we more than this.

I snore like
a saw cutting down trees
in the woods
you so don't want me now
girl I should not do this
on a swing in the park
I look what you need
my blue eyeshine
like diamonds
we watch people walk up the hill
laugh at them as they walk
breathing heavy
you let your dress slip


Kids stay safe.
Job Done

When I looked into your eyes
they smiled back at me
I thought I might known you but I do not

I said to my girlfriend last night
what do you think of a night out with the girls
a night off from me, maybe a few bottles of wine
and some good conversation?

"She said oh yes that would be lovely!"

I SAID GOOD.   BECAUSE WE ARE BReAKING UP.

When I looked into your eyes
they smiled back at me
I thought I might known you but I do not
but I feel you in my soul
I can see it in your eyes
I can feel it within me
it like a instant glow
making me feel good instantly
almost taking my breath away even though it's not
and i can know this by looking into your eye's.

Give knows everything
that most words do not
but still has to give in to other words
or he would not be able to express him self
and that word GIVE

IS
alot like me.

Thinking about what you ant got
just makes you bitter
but they are rubies
give me the shoes,
Dorothy
don't make me see red
my blood boils over it
I am passionate about it
blood boils red
don't make me lick my lips again

**** it I am going back West
paint my lips red and wear a vest
Dorothy
you'll never know
what was, as I go forgotten
more red things than you'll ever know
just getting on a bus, made me more *******
knowing it's colour was red

And the ticket   F U C  K  I  N  G   Pink.

I would give you the moon
if it was mine to give
and swap the sun for my life
but nature has told me
that is not my right
for nothing like this is mine
it's just ours
seams to me we all own it
but fined it hard to look after.

Mirror on the wall
I know
I am not big man
I have seen
I have lived beside the best man
to help keep people to be safe and alive.

Paul you know
you know
it's the small things that take from life
and from this you do not servive.

So I ask

Why will at these times not stand by yah!

Save my soul
and god if you can not do that
just do your best

For ROCK AND ROLL

and if you can't do that
rest your soul.

Think what you will of me
on the day we meet
you will ask my why
and on that day I will say
your asking a man, in his old days
when when did you do that
and I will say, who are, you to judge me now
for I see you as young.
and when i meet the devil
that is me and you to
he will look into my soul
and ask
why did you never ever give me anythink to work with
midnight blues, my soul glowing cold
but in the warmth of heat.

How can someone
when with child
make a woman's
******* so beautiful
but to sore to touch
just must be a joke of GOD.