Sometimes when I lay in bed at night.
I listen to my hearts gentle beat.

But when you lay next to me.
My heart quicken's.

Is it that 'I am frighten of you.
Or is it that love lives in the heart.

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!

He kiss her
where!
on her doorstep last night.

My names P@ul
I write things
my observations
of people and life
as happens to me
well just can not do it for you
my life, as yours
is my own
means nothing else
than bazaar words
but we can share
our feelings and thoughts
put plasters on a leg
and just try
to look after each other
as best as we can.

Sitting here reading
at night
it has become to me
plain to see
what good words are here for all to see
and I would like to thank you all
for what you read of me is myself
and I thank for your prise
I thank for your derogative coments
Love Paul

Help me when I am wrong
Help me to be myself
Help me to be one
Help me to known when I do anything at all
Help me when I fall
Help me to be strong
Help me to be Paul.

What a party that was last night.
The drinks where loaded, as where the girls.
It was there I met Julia.
She invited me to look at her ****.
Then our eyes met, they instantly feel in love.
While stroking one of her ****, our lips met.
These are fine ****.   I said.

Yes she said.   I love breeding birds.
Placing the **** back in the cage.
While she playfully played with my ear.
We did the usual thing and after exchanged our phone numbers.
The party ended,  I still have not rang her.
Even thought her **** are still clear in my mind.

Hi my name is Paul.
Hi, to all of you.
Hi and forgive me please do.

I should tell you of my self.
I am a surrealist Poet.
I am self governed.

And don’t I know it.
And as a surrealist poet.
And with no where to run.

Just make poems.
Just a few are good.
Just that someday, maybe in the future.

Will be the teacher.
Will maybe a chair.
Will be a will.

Do some drugs
Fight against the corona virus
Jab and go
Stay safe
21 days pass is
Do the same
All to gain
Love is.

When she sleeps
there is no sound
all which worries me
but when she wakes
her smiles melt my soul
princess i love you
and you not yet one year old.

John sat by the bar.
Looking at the girls from a far.
Taking a swig, placed his left leg in.

Owww pritty woman do you want to dance.
Owww pritty woman do you want a diamond ring.
Who do you love?........you pritty thing.

She smiled at him.
Yes........... I want to dance.
And with you I will take a chance!

Sally from the alley.
Placed her right leg in.
Then the dance!....... of life did begin.

I am going to fly till the midnight sun.
Today my life has began.

Please hold my hand as I fall down
from the thing you expect me to be
the bee, you know, and love me, to be
buzz, buzz,
For I am just this humble bumble
JUst carting love around.

Love you all.
Your surrealist.
PAul

you know we found a place in the sand
where we can watch the sea
and  I took her
hand in hand
then we walked
and she looked at me
her eyes where clear and I could see love.

There is a hole in my mind
that lets water into my soul
or is it my shoes                        T
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Tell me what to say
and i will wright a book today     dear

Tell me what to think
and i will fix my self a drink     dear

But i will never be you      **dear

Hopes are like dreams
and all the the things between
which i call home
she runs a green sheet library
of her being and everything in between
we man will make her life happy
and everything in between
so it's up to you and me.

HOW now, do you feel
as you send your children
to be cut down with the grass
the grass you used to grow
walking mindless in the field.

** W  N Ow do you F E E L?

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