IF  Left  was  Right
IF  Right  Left out of the door
                Would I now be on middle ground
                               Think I might be close

                                          IF only IF
                                                I
                                              was
                                            RIGHT.

The other day,
I went out with a girl called Simaley
I don't know what I metherfor.

Regards Paul

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!

The other day,
I went out with a girl called Simaley
I don't know what I metherfor.

Regards Paul

it was a great party
and as always
i ended up on the dace floor
the woman took me up into her arms
as i was quit drunk
it was quit ferm holding me tall
but we danced the night out
till the morn
then after all those hours
i looked at her
and she me
we had to agree
there would be no wedding or flowers
for i felt like death warmed up
and she had to agree
so people of this earth
sing this song with me.

just there outside they are waiting
waiting for that finger
to point there way
just oust side the circle
with you and me my dear friends

they are looking over
with there lip made of stone
just out side they are waiting
just out side our circle

if you go for it
remember me my dear friend
for they will take you
and a just  your mind
remember what we had

just there outside they are waiting
waiting for that finger
to point there way
just oust side the circle
with you and me my dear friends

no she must not be your bride
for you will no longer live
in this circle
for you will no longer
be like me

at that he did part
and to this day
never seen him again
but i wish him well
the man who will get a broken heart.

as all the doors, all close
and the moonlight flows, no where
and the stream, streams,  DREAMS
No where.

And the soil that burns
our hands somewhere,
yet no where.
but baby,
then I know,
you really dream,
at all.

Feel the pain then talk about it.

YOU   R                         S      U        REAL         IST    paul.

Mike talked.
Song came out.
Did not know he was queer.
Queer became a queen.
Queen is our sovereign
Sovereign just got spent.
Spent got given out.
Out went in.
In became introvert.
Introvert was beside himself.
Mike talked.

This year of   20  14  thousand
it was my good pleaser to meet
5 good men from the north
to this day I will not know there names
even though I  knew the men are good and true
I never got there names
my loss not yours
and just like to say
Why ey man.

Of all the things in life,
I had, and then lost,
It is my mind. I miss the most.

Where do the stars end?
If i am here all alone.

There are no granites.
I can set your heart a ease.
Because no one ever knows.
How the felling come and goes.
When you get the feeling so strong,
that it will always go on.

Suddenly it goes

Of all the things in life,
I had, and then lost,
It is my mind. I miss the most.

Mind was one
with himself
then mind felt
like he had done wrong.

Mind.
Spoke.
But with, a But.

Deep in his Mind.
Mind this.
Mind that.
Please Mind the Gap.

Gap openend.
Mind fell in.
To much Gin.
Gin began to grin.
Licking the lost berry's from the chin.
Mind opened.

And all came in.

somewhere in the frost of mind
is my destabilize brain

I want out
and touch you mind
but i find i canr't
for it's on a difrent leval to mine.

like the tide keeps turning
my mind keep moving on
today a  happy hippy tomorrow who knows
for i have the keys to the castle of words
as i open the door they all come tumbling out
before me on the floor
what now i think
looking at the pile of words before me on the floor
i heard someone shout     "LEARN ALL THE WORDS"

Met this man today.
Called Clive.
Who must be the gayest man alive.
We worked together all day.
I watch his gestures here.
His gestures there.
Seam to wave his hands, all the time in the air.
But one thing, I can say about Clive.
It was a colourful day.
So this poem is for Clive.
The gayest man alive.

I am missing what time can bring.
Fifty years and I am filled with tears.
And what of the forties.
Those so call mature norties.
But I am sitting here on the inside.
Just feeling free, maybe that is just me.
Maybe I have missed nothing.
Sleeping is hard to come by.
And I talk to people in my way.
Blue is my favorite colour.
Trying so hard to reach you.
But you I find hard to fined.

Up Sat.
              Down.
                         Down on the ground.
                                       As far down as he could get.

Back.
           Came forward infront of behind.
                                       Asking Up,        why are you so down?

Up just sat, and began to cry.

Infront.
               Push... Back behind, with a cry.
                                       Can you not see,    that Up is not himself today.

Something butted in front behind, something.
                                        Saying come on Up.

                  Just get Up then everything will be alright and clear.

Clear plain as day!

                  Said hay leave me out of this!
                                         Do you all not known this is just, Up's mixed up day?

today i brought a mobile
so i can talk with the world
just like you
but not knowing what it might do
taking my call while the microwaves
burn a hole in my head frying my brains
just so you can tell me you are on the train
and i a coming home to you
thank you for your call.

MomMa came and told you
you are such a poor boy
you will never love again
yes your mother came a told you
you will never love again
You know I will always love you
but you will never love again!