Sit back with the familly and let it past
not saying what I really wanted to
the older you get
you get more of that
so I ask
how many more times
can I do this stuff.

This not so much a poem
but a statement of me
how odd that is
for in my words I express surrealism
but when I paint
I paint pop art
if I play my guitar
it has to be hard rock
you can ask my ears
but shout
for sure they will ignore you
do you also find life a *****?
that 50% of the planet already hating me
sorry girls not expressing my self right
and no your *** dose not look big in that
just go along with me
and your *** is what I like about you
gosh now you hate me more
just black listed this man
but girls
I do it like no other man can do
and I think you will like that.

let me put the cards on the table
is that your card
NO!

not so good!
what time will be home for tea?

just got me membership of the square table.

Paul come on
and wipe your nose
No not on your selves
Or the back of your hand

Coming MOM!

As we slip
into December
just wanted to be the first

To be wishing
all yours well
in the new universe
that we
all know so well
is yours and mine
parts different in-between
and that's
all we see different

have h@ppy

LoVe P@ul.

Now as I go though life
I think less of
Human Nature
o yes as I go on
I see more of what
human's have done
and hurts me
but still the beat goes on.

Our ship is sinking
But do we give a dam
The ship is sinking
learning how to bale.

What do you think they are for
to listen no
I asked a jipsy and this was what was said
you have two ear
the left ear
on the left side
is antimatter
the right
on the right side
is matter
the head
is to stop them coming close dear

Humpty Trump
built himself a wall
which he could sit on
pressing a button
Humpty did fall
none of all the king's horses
or men
ever found him again.

For my mind tonight
is like a google feaste
eat
it all
up and then come
back for more.

Out of sight last night.

Now what I am I not sure
knowing only what am for sure.

hurru up
get your request in.

for it may be no more!

just this people see
get a request in
make me write it see.

I
   Like
  Y  o  u
  B    U    T
I am man and,
you female.
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I.

Do not
know
why
you
Of
all
people
want
to hold me

Here I am wondering
in the parking lot
we all call the universe
I might, as well be, on the moon
all seams the same to me
as

I


Fall
down
into
the
b         l      a         c         k
hole
of
life

to


be
spat
by
L  i  g   h   t

And here am I W o  n   d    e     r       i         n           g.

I always remember the first time I saw your face
I always remember the times spent with you
I always remember what made you, you
I always remember why I carn't be with you
I always remember your first reject
I always remember what make you, you.

I wonder if I ever had love
But I was told I can
I am man
what are these waves
that come over me
that makes me take your hand
and recite a verse
some one touched me last night and told me I am looking well
some one was last night.

BUt not here.

the days
past me away
now here in this place
I ran from the start
I feel it my heart
this is my place.

MAD people do not stand on their heads in the garden
so I am told
nor talk to caterpillars
But I do all that
I am so mad
have you seen these shoes!
only got them last Saturday
and already the soul has fallen off
people do not make things like
like they used to
that makes me mad
even as it should not
Alice
though
had no fear
of the MAD
as she took out a subscription
and read it weekly
she read it for years
but never got into lizards
you would think
she would
living in SPAIN
living in the hills
and when young
played with the wolves
but even with the wolves still licking her feet
just happened to lean back just a few degrees
it was just at that very moment
that worm pulled her into the hole
she fell nor up or down but in between.

I am a bank without cash
I am a ****** without the speed
I am science without knowledge
I am just me.

Mad within my head
Mad with the world
How can people
think to act like that
Just outside I am Just one
but one with you all.

So never know
if my heart is breaking
or what at anytime it feels
just want to eat now
surve me food and my intergalactic travel will easy
from this world to the next
sitting in bar dreaming of a girl.

I am sat
beside myself
guess I am all alone
to me that does not seam right
but it is all I have known
for many years past.

Surreal P@ul
head in the clouds
drink in my hand
Lemon shirt
and on this day
lime green shorts. chinos
bald head glowing in the sun
coming in my windows
basking in its warm glow
curtains shut
mind open
finding the words
to make this poem grow
remembering the thing I had
like my mind
the thing I lost years ago
just put it down
now so hard to find
time has to come
when a man will changes
think my change is past
and looking forward
to my dying day.

Do I go to work today
or just lay in bed and do nothing
then I think of all the things I would miss
and day become mine
and at the end of it
at least I can say
well I went for it!

Mya
Joanne
Patricia
Cindy Lou
Please tell me do
What is the colour of     L  O  V  E?

I
broke up
with a girl
because she was fat
she later died
budgie jumping.

I can
dance backwards
just found out today
seams like another place and time
I can dance backwards
not easy for this man to say
But I can.

I Can be anything i want to be within.

What a lovely view

I can be a whale
living in the deep blue sea
singing songs to you
on this a blue sea day
no wind to stop my spray
as i breath for you

Now I am just a follower

Of the sixty's follower
of love and peace
like the man your grandfather
yep i am sure man i met you

And Some Days When I wake Up

My voice is gruff
carry on with man flu
that all men know it hurts like ****
that just swabbing me down with love will make feel so much better.

I can dream of you
I can hate
I can lick up your inside leg
and find the place
where life began
Bliss began
in this smoke of life
make me feel un kind
as the woman you alway do

If you bite my apple
Eve became, murderd by Cain
but lick up my inside leg
then tell me the truth.

I can see the future.

With my 20  /  20 vision
I can see the hate
and with every move my body makes
the true god will have won

I wish I was like the rest of them
always what I wanted
but for me not to be.

I can't
Help getting old
or if I stumble even mumble
my mind sometimes play's tricks on me
and that name I forgets
you know the one
it's on the tip of my tongue
which the wind just whipped away from me
I can't
Help getting old
the wind makes lips chap
and it's hard to climb stairs
or sometimes to get my legs out of the bed
my mind might wake up
but the rest of me does not
maybe if I just roll off the bed
what was I thinking of
I can't
Help getting old
hearing the bone in my ankle snap
or was my hip
do not remember this pain last night
now can't get back on the bed
and somebody do tell me
where do I get that odd musty aftershave from
not seen advertised in my local shops.

That's how you make me feel
just that thought
put's my teeth on edge
we do not speak of it
but in mind it always is
ice cream on toast
talking freezes my brains
and as the pain
hurts my teeth
it also freezes my brains
try, try try
all things are the same
try, try again
she does not know how to feel
this is a bad day.

Let it snow
snow day
school is out
all white and so bright
even when the lights are out
you can almost hear it
as it falls to the ground
snow makes sounds
as falls on the next door up lawn
she has more than me
what have I ever done to get less
let it snow
where are the winds
when you want them to blow
to pile up the snow
give me more
than her
she gets
everything.

I could have been one of the things first
left my happy home to see what there is whiteout
and I am hopping some one will miss me
and here I have to say
for there is no use in lieing.

Candles are in churches
and when we light one
we know a new energy is born
people are like candles
we are born
and alight
an in our teens burn into the night
and even sometimes burn both ends
running our batteries low
fall in love
and charge our batteries right up
then when back on both feet
the ******* thing
happens again
until we burn ourselves right out
and on that day
the smoke of what we was rose onward up

Thats why I cry at Candles.

Feel it break on shores
of my face
if really bad
drips to my lips
where I taste salt
then my nose runs
and candles form
for now I am six
hip cupping words out I trying
to tell
blind living
blind hell
no response to words
it's just a dream.

Dizzyness
in my head
I did
I did felt myself go
right away for here
to where this day
I still do not know
I remember seeing white rabbits and queens
but woke in a hospital
did that pill you gave me do anything at all?

I did want to say I love you
But hello Poetry                            I do                                                    
Thank you all for your comments

And a very Merry Christmas from me to you


*** Paul :-)