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Paul Hardwick Feb 2016
you can't get any higher than mine
at this moment
take a ticket look for your number to come up
stand in the q
**** me a draw no.1
and see on the screen we are at 2002
giving blood is never easy
it so surreal
platlets drifting all around
but the warm glow looks good.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2015
Gasping for breath
but what I can tell you
the moon tastes
like melons.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2012
with NASSA intrusion
The humanoid thrill
Man On The mOOn.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
when I came over the purple mountains
down there I could see
strange purple houses
on purple roads
in the purple valley
under a purple sky
i meet purple people
whom seam very nice
gave me purple sandwiches
and purple tea
made of purple berries
and I stayed there for a while
till the day we got purple snow
strangely the place was called
bright yellow roses.
Paul Hardwick Sep 2015
BRINK
now when I hear that, makes me feel so on edge,
or was that the novel by Ilene Over
I forget.

any way not climbing up there today
as King Kong said
hate flying things them ******* sting

LEMONDADE
like your mother made, just the right amount of sweetness.

and have you seen my teeth
more holes than any volcano.

BUBBLES
was our one eye dog, lost its tail in a lawnmower and balance.

really bad to take for a walk.

:-)  P@ul.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Dec 2019
Mom
Who did this
What son?

There is a crack in my universe
What son?

O mom it s not whole
What son?
Paul Hardwick Oct 2013
Mother please tell me this
what do I call my own
you tell me
not to talk with strangers
then what is my own
what do I feel when that girl kisses me
is my own
or the place you band me from
on the internet
some days my eye's do not work
so mother tell me
are you killing me.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Mother!!!
what is wrong
in all my years
I have not seen you cry

and you are not suposed to cry
mother make it right
or whom will i have to complain to

when in my life
things go wrong

Love you.
**your darling son
Paul Hardwick Oct 2015
We sip this tea
all the way from China
in the china cups
that see more dust than use
yet you get them out for me
high tea with mother was something else
and thats what I miss the most
now your dead and gone
unless you believe in ghosts
ghosts exist only in the mind
and mother thats what’s makes me
miss you most
your ghost exists for me
but those china cups
made the tea taste like nectar
and I miss you mother
thats why a tear
from my eye
slips down ward.
I found the cups while clearing out a cupboard     P@ul.

LoVE  You Mom.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
I car,nt see you any more
Baby.

Come to my door baby
faces clean but black as night

walk me to school baby
she said

I can see you any more
baby
Mother come to my door
Paul Hardwick May 2015
Think  there is a
militeryman in my wordrobe
I did,
I gave him a poke
he just fell in to dust
mother dear
why is my hair falling out
mother dear
why when
I try to hug you
you fall to dust in my arms
mother dear
was that noise
an atomic bomb?
Paul Hardwick Mar 2014
What i have in my box
for I feel you will hate me and all will be lost
the old man walk in his eyes lazy blue
of given frost, then his eyes cleared
Blue as the earths light
he saw his old lady dancing with another man
mother dear do not ask.
Paul Hardwick May 2012
Mother!     I think I have fallen down a well
I am not sure how I got here
But    my body hurts like hell
So much pain I can almost see it
And be sure I can    f   e    e    l   it

Mother!       I think I have fallen down a well
I can not move my legs
They are trapped or maybe broken
My eyes are full of dirt   so I rub them
I still can not see it is dark or my   e  y  e  s   have broken

Mother!       I think I have fallen down a well
My hands feel around to see
But I find nothing but stones a soil
I cry for help but hear no sound
Then I   p     A   N  i c

Mother!       I think I have fallen down a well
This day my body will give in
My soul will be broken
And one day I will walk with you again
In heaven   God bless you mom and Brothers
And all other to whom I have never spoken
Mother!       I
                       think
                                 I have
                                             fallen
                                                        down
                                                                    a W
                                                                       E
                                                                        L
                                                                        L
To me in some strange way this is life.
Paul Hardwick May 2013
MOTHER, please.
cover up you knees
these are my friends
so mother cover up your knees.

See this is my friend
i call Dr orange, this bearded monkey,
so mother please cover up your knees
we all now know you are at least 53!

But MOTHER cover up your knees.
created after seeing my mother pull her blankets over her legs.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2016
Mother today
my brains got sun burnt
spent to long outside
humming on my own
and now my brains are burnt
not sure my mind is functioning right
and trying to scratch them
is making my fingers bleed
thank god I bit my nails
or what a mess that would be
thinking is not hard
just skips farts and starts
and to seams to make some sense
mother should I put some calamine on
do you think that will help
might just cool it down
think I will try it.

Ouch that burns!
True story, bet you don't believe me.
Love P@ul.
I just love being surreal.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2016
You know this by what you do
look up ****
your **** is up for it
but what about your hand
I will try
I know I will get cramp
on the other hand
nope same
getting cramp again
you young people
do not now how hard it is to get old
so ******* enjoy yourself


T  O  D  A   Y>

and help me out here!

ops.
Love P@ul ***.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
MOVE became closer to THERE.
THERE just blushed.
Then in MAD rush.
Saying STOP.
STEP stepped in.
WORDS took a back seat.
MOVE said to THERE.
I think I LOVE YOU.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2012
Today someone shouted at me.
         Move man.
     Move out the way.
I am always    moved I thought.

Moved in all sorts of ways.
Moved by love.
   Moved by Hate.
       Moved by the child that skins there knee.
           Moved by Passion
               Moved by hope.
                   Moved by my own intensity.

                                SO I SHOUTED BACK.
                                      NO MAN YOU MOVE!
Paul Hardwick Dec 2012
Move slid over.
N  e  x  t ----------------------to you.
You bristled.
         Move almost fell on the       floor.
What’s the matter                           You!
You just looked,                             then said.

                          You know.
And if you                                        do not.
I am not telling You!
Move slid aside.
This did not relate in his mind.
But you ,                                        I love You.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2012
Move slid over.
Next to you.
You bristled.
Move almost fell on the floor.
What’s the matter You!
You just looked, then said.

You know.
And if you do not.
I am not telling You!
Move slid aside.
This did not relate in his mind.
But you know, I love You.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2015
Dose it matter what I do
and who made you judge
of me or mankind
I have got what I once ed dream of
ask yourself
do you to?
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2015
Move over
do not take so much room
within my head
for soon
I will be dead
give me my space
within my head
for what I am
and what will be
do not take away my toys
let me play on my own
for a while see
I have
to be what I am
and thinking of what words to say
to love you to.
True story.      P@ul.    ***
Paul Hardwick Dec 2015
Moving across the country
in to the midnight sun
arrived at a party
now some were ******
others still whole
when a man almost a shadow
gave me his card
I said ******* ref
your not going to catch me no
not this
midnight rider.
P@ul.  Happy Christmas All, Lot's of Love P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Oct 2016
It was a man I knew once
at least I thought I did
Good old Al Simers
he was good I think
if I remember it well
who was it we talking about
but it is just a state of mind
for me and Al go back a long time, sometimes
then poor Al is nowhere
has no tomorrow
forgets what he thinks
and forgets me
Poor poor
Mr. Al Simers.

P@ul  ***.
True story  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2014
Did not know
if he was left
or right.

Dose that sound like you

No matter
we all do
Things like that.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2017
Knew this man
he called himself
Mr Electric man
in his act
he ate electrical parts
one day farted a fan
well we all had some part of that
and that **** sticks
not seen him make
any useful product yet
but we still live hope
made a torch
and flashed us all
and the other day made
something called an iPhone
could not ever make out how that works
still, living in hope.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Feb 2015
Dear
Mr fantasy
Keep me straight
play to me a tune
sing me a song
play
guitar
and make
it snappy for if
have none of these
things I will be blue
so mr fantasy
please
make
me
happy
.
.
.
thanks
mr
fantasy.
Just a dream...  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2014
Had no news!
"but man"
some great new
purple shoes.
Paul Hardwick Apr 2017
I know you will ask?
me
Who the hell is this?
Carn't tell you
but I will tell you this
to be judged by the cover
of his book's
anyway Herbert awoke oneday
sniffed a line
got up
only to find
Assadday was on it's way
chemicals had been used
they did another line
press a few buttons
and the missiles
went there way
The base of this
poem
explodes into view

Now I am not saying
Herbert was bad
he did as other people thought
maybe the right way
or wrong
but that was done this day

Mr Herbert Dump
slepted well that night.

Love. ***.
P@ul.
Love YOu More.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2012
Mr smith
sat next to a Pole
just went away.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2015
Mr times
will hate you
Mr times will tell you to be free
Good old Mr times
Mr times will be on your mind from here to now
and Mr times will tell you more
Mr times will tell you all you know
Mr times tells now look here
at your very own fat belly
Mr times will tell you what you was
the young man you had been
all this and above

MR times with all his love.

So thank you MR times
for what I am and what Might be
I sure will sleep well tonight

and thank you again Mr times.
True          ♥        P@ul.
Paul Hardwick May 2019
Surreal Poam
By P@ul.


you are the most exstrawdanarirey person
and I am just me

you might be it seams
dyslexic
Oooo Ooooh
just like me

Hi Hi welcome
you be you and I will be me
how are you?
Love for me P@ul.
you thought I had gone
so had me.
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Sitting here tonight
listening to fine music
made me think of life

life that has been
well good and bad
sad crazy

I can tell you all
I am me see
not good or bad
Paul Hardwick Jan 2017
Music I love
it seems to love me
I can hear people that are not now alive
I put my headphones on
the people next door do not have to hear this
but at some time
I will fall asleep
and dribble on my shirt
the shirt is clean
its just me that's not
if you see me
with dribble on my shirt
\   Say  \
hey man did you have a good night.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
I love shopping for music online.
I always do.
I love the way they say to you.
If you like Beyonce, then you might like Pink.

Would it not be nice.
If all life did that.
After ten pints down the pub.
The Barman says to you.
If you like ten pint in this pub.
Then you might like a kebab.

Then at the kebab shop he says to you.
If you like ten pints in the pub then a kebab.
You might like a fight.

So you pop out, and beat up an innocent by stander.
Then a Policeman shouts at you.

If you like beating up an innocent by stander.
You might like to join the Police!
Paul Hardwick Jul 2014
My arm and hand to and with a pen did write
Now what will your do
my young love said to me
will this woman become your life
and she will go away with you
and watch your story
last night she came to me
so softly she came
again and again
what did you give her here
i lost the devil here.
True Story       P@ul
Paul Hardwick Mar 2015
Some day's
all the people talk to
let go
tell me things
just tears @ my heart
and all I can do is continue to be free
just building castles of sand on the beach in the dark
so I go on and just be free me
but it cuts me deep
and my heart bleeds.
True story     P@ul.     bring your own bucket.
Paul Hardwick May 2014
Don't tell me
how i knew but I did
just like you when you kissed me good bye
as I sleep
you kissed my sleeping eye's
when I woke
I knew it was over
all that was left
was to face my own blue eye's
Tomorrow.
True story   p@ul
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
My brain thinks a lot.

Thinks a lot of things.

Even those things, that I am not.

Am I unhappy?

See there it goes.

Telling me I am not.

I so love my brain.
Paul Hardwick Aug 2014
My brain is like water
very liquid
I wonder if sometimes
it leaks out my ears
do I sneeze it out my nose
onto my toes
give it a foot and it will take a mile
there goes my fluid brain again
dripping off my foot into a drain.
True Story Surreal Poem No. 43,     P@ul
Paul Hardwick Dec 2015
And if I put fingers in my head
I can pick off the corners with my nails
which kind of makes me round.
P@ul,    Merry Christmas.    ***.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2017
Dali said
but in time my brain
will drip out
on the canvas of life
and all will have left
are my dreams
painted by my hands
brushes with life
itself
but
Dali did not say this
I just painted this.
Love P@ul  ***.
Paul Hardwick Mar 2012
My brother breaks a lot of wind.
A **** here a parp there.
In the most unexpected place.
Just breaks wind.
He can meet a fab girl, but just still breaks wind.
I think it is destrying his relationships.
But my brother  likes breaking a lot of wind.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2016
Has things in his head
one day they will make him dead
as dead as am I writing this
but he is my brother
One day upon a time
remember him drinking milk
from my mother ***
her shoes did not fit
she had corns on her toes
and her feet often hurt
Feel the fire in the harth
softness of the rug.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick Jan 2014
What a better way
to be with friends and family
to end this year.

What a FAB time to have with the one's you LOVE
special time of year
come on you can not tell me it's not fun.

To see your older brother
punch,  Mad UnCle John's lights out
and come on it's always fun
to see MOM
get drunk on three glasses of sherry

and NOT ONE Crystal glass got broke
in the making of this christmas poem.
Just for fun and if I mist you Happy New Year    and thank you all for last year ☺.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2014
My claw hand runs deep
into my brains
and does only some things
that my right hand understands
all the other things are still Left
in plain sight.

play guitar with me
and have some soul
thanks for listening
the claw hand.
True Story  P@ul
Paul Hardwick Apr 2015
Today I brought a new computer
it's small like me, it like me has a powerful CPU
on top of all, the electircal things
mybe it will make me bright
but unlike me
it cannot walk about
the internet is it's only access
to this world of ours
it has no eyes, unlike me
seeing thing's in black and white
will all it wil be
it wil not see pain, or feel it
enclosed in it's shiny silver case
so for me my new computer
is just a tool
in which I work through.
True Story, MAN! it's fast though.
Love you all thank's Elliot :-)
Paul Hardwick Oct 2016
Not walk
just talk, to me
it tells me all kinds of ****
like you have two new E-Mails
It's good to know I have inherited millions
but I think
my computer talks such ****
I think one day I will take it back
but 12 months is not over today
apparently
so it is not going back today.

I like the way it says the word, Paul
most sensuous
Still, it needs to go back
or will end up with all the others in my hall
and never talk anymore.

If I said, no more, apparently that would be a double negative
COOL  *******.
One for the Book,   P@ul ***.
Paul Hardwick Jun 2014
Elastic       O ooh     yes
it expands
beyond my head
maybe not infinite
but into things nobody knows
and after that nobody may know
you see
it is elastic
and on tuesdays
quite fantastic
dipping here dipping there
and man
dipping every where
so welcome
to me
and my head it seams
and all of my heads dreams
which this tuesday
we will call
Now.
Surreal and very true         P@ul
Paul Hardwick Jul 2012
Yes me today
got one fo those
*** ash now redundant
and man these things glow
just like a *** would

Breath deeply
Relax
yes just like, the *** smoke
and it was
and now,  i thought for a while
if someone could win
that MARIJUANA
contract it would be these.
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