I remember
When I was young
you and me planted this tree
Now Dad as I see this tree blossom
the tree you called the tree of heaven

I can think only of you.

I remember while fishing with my dad Thinking!
and as I swam back to the shore!
My dad does not like me very much!

My dad worked on school crossings
Form which he got the sack
for stealing
I did not believe it
But all the signs where there!

My dad took me to play golf
and as I swam back to the shore!
I remember thinking!
My dad does not like me very much!

If I was a Robot
you would not have to remind me of a thing
for I would know
what a that thing was
I would always be right
even if, never tell you, your wong
I would be always
in your service for sure
because your such
a ******* *****.

is!

is
what is dose
sounds like

is
should.

but
is it
might to me
but is it
to you?

is
it
good?

Just is it?

My mind
like a sea
sliding over rocks
not knowing
where it came from
IS ?  that it
IS
THAT
me.

JUst a seA
Crashing on ROCK's and to roll
now that seams more like me
the one I call
real Surrealist poet P@ul
sometimes big
sometimes small
Small P@ul is Back

and that is what that IS.

I
sat
BY MYSELF

but how can WE be

FOR
I
AM
NOT
MYSELF
AT
ALL

or so the doctors said to me.

I say the word WHAT a lot
but what does WHAT mean
even say WHAT in dreams
WHAT will WHAT do next
and WHAT will it give you
must just be a four letter word it seams
but, No WHAT
he exclaim
What was what was not and What dreams.

Just before you die
they say
your life
goes flashing by
think I might die within 3 minuets
*** being the start
the void the end.

Now I getting old
climbing mountains without looking
if I can say
if I can be so bold
told you so!
the air up here is so clear
almost burns my nostrils
lightens my brain
tripping as old as I am
if you squint your eyes
you can see my house from here.


BOO!
Wake up sort yourself out
for one day you get here yourself
so love the old people
for they help you here
it's not their fault
Now I said
I getting old
but not too old to love
or even have ***
on top of this mountain
and ******* yes
that was not a sew ea dim
I am not not a wizard can not spell.

I see faces
in books
on TV
in VIDEO
and I look at them and come to conclude
NONE of THEM are Me.

I sing things that hurt me
I sing the words
I have seen people hating in vain
of things
they will never change
but they do
but by nothing they do
hurt from life
as people do
wish you could hold my hand right now
forgive me if I cry on you
never thought
you could be the one
things he placed in his mind
will be surreal
and things hard to find
holding hands is good.

Just another
******* four letter word
should never be said
or ever heard
less believed
as they have
there soul by the devil
dragged from the bottom
of there feet.

And really I am asking the men
at what point do you get fed up
with e-mails
about
enlarging your *****
I get them all the time
eight are from
my girl friend
but it is the two
from my Mom
that really hurt.

Or you to
But I feel like
I just written the blues
I feel my pain
Allmost like kissing a tree
And all I feel is the bark in my face
Kind of ruff
Not going to tell what I feel within.

Momma
I saw you in the room
**** like mushrooms
you did it my way
legs right all the way up
to a lady garden I've never been
girl my mushroom
responded
rubbing against my leg.

But
it's  me
I just
responded
I kiss you all night
we dance
had fun
I took you home
you asked to have ***.

In passion, you told me
your **** are not real
then I found I could not lean on you
just in case you **** bust
do not want that down to me
so women think first
before you plant it
in each breast.

When I learned to march
they said by the left leg
I did the right
and they all accused me
seems I have always been on my own
so when putting your best leg forward
do you do the left or the right
seems none to me
whatever I do
I never get it right
or is that left
here I go again
so someone, explain to me
which to lift first!

I like to ask
at what point in life, as a man,
do you get ******* with getting
>In large your ***** e-mails.

Now is it just me?

I get loads off my ex
But its the two
from my mother that hurt.

IS it Me?
or just my soul
that needs this space
so as a man i can feel whole.

Is it just me?
or just what i am told
that now I need this space.

I can not sleep
and in the thirteens years never have
slept the time of time.

Cardinal number
of a man getting old
my blood boils down, I am man getting old.

Temperature taken out
please woman do not organize my soul
for I am just this man.

And I see the rain fall
now i think did I put those plants out
woman do not try to take hold of me.

And if you find this,
as a man that can no loger think of himself
then woman, whom is in the wrong?

If you just hum it
and then brake out into words
or is just what it says on the can
i love the night
for it feels like me
in some ways active
yet so still
man I love the night
no not ask me
is it music or a hum.

Slip on dog ****
Slip slide on ice
Slip just along
Slip into dreams

Dreams of
what my feet
slip into this week
sleep sleep
skid makes in my dreams.

Is rain a tear
from god up above
for know woman
when you speak to me like that
I collapse and start raining again
all you do is huff
and then walk off.

I step on the ladder
but at my age
will I fall
some days I feel like glass
some days drunk I fall on my ****
never broke that yet
I step on the ladder not feeling sure
hoping if I fall
I will land on my ****
seams like that is my thickest part.

Or was it climbing the ladder in the first place?

Look what I have seen
there is hole in space
maybe fall in-between
slide from this universe
into one never seen
a new man hole
one step
will let you fall
from this life
to where man has never been
sorry to tell you this
but that hole
is in my brain
yes It looks like a rabbit hole
there is shrubs and stuff
just not trying to fall asleep
or aliases virgina will peep.

It loves me back
holds me warm
non other held me
the way, my blankey doses
my father did not, just told me
be a man, do all you can, good night
broken emotion, and they wonder why
Can jump in the emotion
Why why me
I hold my hand up
just incase
there is a release button
I should get going
hold me tell me I am a good man
I should not stay here
and love you.

I   S               t  i  m  e  .
i n    m  y   h e a d  ?

or
in
my
heart
a
question
I
now
often
ask.

I
T  h  i  n  k
t    i   m  e
i   s
m  e.

is

it


T                   I               M             E


yet?



for




W  H   A   T?




Jessus!

IS it JUST ME
or do you get an itch,
on your brains?

Just woke up
and like all of you i scratch stretch
all the time thinking of my pillow
and so my day begins

But today something has changed
ever time I think
I get a itch on my brains
please tell me you get that to.

It happens every time I think
there it is again
so ease it by writing down words
O why does all this **** happen to me?

I've seen the world
But nothing has changed
picture book
I loved once
slipped off
sliding down the
dribbles down my arm
hard to explain
dribbles down the pain
along my arm
the one
that was different see me fall
maybe the one.

I think eyes are like
BLACK HOLES
fall in get crushed within your soul
never more to see clear
your thoughts and feelings that you have known
never more to find your way home
I give this as a warning
for I am already dead.

Woman do it now please realise
all i did was fall into your eyes
Woman
I would not hurt your soul
so please give me some place to go.

I see words in clouds
I see words in trees
I see words in colours
I see words in feelings
I see words within words
I see words in dimensions
I see words in  three D
I see words in pictures
I see words in nothing at all
I see words in trying to give back words
I try in words.

Hi my name is P@ul
63 years old
currently working as a security guard
at a very high priced venue
nothing here is in pence
halls fall
into more than you hold in one hand
but I would like to thank you
you the people
for you are like gold to me
and I  all hope
is
you enjoy
this stay in my company
there are no strangers
at the NEC
just friends
you have not met yet.