My face, let's me down
A blink, a twitch
All things like this, yes my face let's me down.

But my mind is good, does all the things I think it should.

Except control my face.

So that is not so good.

Always said
P@ul time
for the apple and stairs
as a me being so small
did not know what
apple & stairs ment
and me after a few drink
know nothing at all
but
I    T  H  I  N  K
time for bed

Z E B A D E !

My friend Mary
had a little lamb
she also had a little bear
I have seen her with the little lamb
but never a little bear.

Dear all,
           It was a new day yesurday, and tomorrow will be what it should, when I dream these dreams I feel good, do you know snow is white, not slight colour of pink.  
and when that telephone calls
           I think I have no dreams for this, so i will not answer you and say hellow.

Today, Yes today
I have something to say
and it’s not golden daffodils
it’s a grey grey rant
which i have to wright down to express
how i feel about this

My Grey Day
Yes today
I went to pick up my new uniform
for the work i had to do that day
I pulled on grey trousers
then a grey *****
topped with a grey jacket
then a Light grey tie
I looked in the mirror and it cracked
so i place on my hat that said Team NEC
and to topped the lot
I felt like i wanted to cry
then I put on the shoes
then I remember the badge they gave to me
quite nice has my name upon it’s    P A U L   on a white background
so I place it on my grey jacket
it shone out like a rocket
I looked then blinked
again the mirror cracked from side to side
as the tears fell on my boots
I remembered what the ****
have you done to me
where are my smart black trousers
and my crisp whit shirt
with navy blue epilets
and my bright blue blazer
what have you done to me
so now when I work
it’s my grey day

As i get old
the mirror speaks for itself
shows me things i do not wish to see
but in my mind that person is not me
for in my soul i am young as i wish to be
just have to find a way
so others let me be.

LOOK I am what I am
just this man
whom when he thinks, his brain hurts
and gives me words
which I can not spell
so as a wizard that hurts
and never mind the smell
that reminds me of aliens
that have invade my soul

Your mother is an other
so she does not understand
your father well on a good day is a ****
and you ask me about my life.

All the places, that I have been to.
And all the things, that have happened to me.
Make it hard for me see, all the things that you, can be to me.
For they make it hard for me.
To in joy the place on my inside.
But here with you.
Things on the inside.
Seam to be true.
And then I am in, from the outside.
Now outside is far away.
But is that what I need on the inside.
To make my time go.

Flash of light, then the pain.

                                       Why do I get so many migraines?

                      Color'ed lights in my eyes.

                                                             For ever moving outwards.
                                               But the color's I can see.
                              I know they are there.
                But not clear to me.

                                           I can not.
                                                      Tell you what color they are.
                                                                                                  But I wish they would just leave me alone.

A
Bruise I find
on my mind
where has my mind been.

My Mind.
Moves me.
It does it all the time.
My soul takes second place.
In this human race.
But how much I try.
I can not stop my mind.
From running on.

MY          MIND
                     IS         not simple
and not yours
MY          MIND!

My mind broke.
No more water.
Or grey smoke.
So I sat myself down on the ground.
Only to break again.
What is up with me.
Just trying to be myself.
Myself jumped in.
And grabbed my throat.
Paul we are we.

my mother said this day
would you like to join me in sherry
after my head had done it it image stuff
and my brain had slowed down
i said yes so she poured
taking the glass we said cheers
then the tast sent me to years gone before
of the smell of a 57 christmas trees
and carol singers at the door
grandchildren on my knee
and so much more
so to one and all i say to thee
always take care of your mother
for mine this day
is taking care of me  :-)

My name means nothing
my mind even less
my future is shrouded
so i leap into the darkness
of what is my mind
as i fall in the blackness i find
nothing to say.

My name means nothing
My future is less
O where can I go to
And what will I do
I have lost the people I love
Am I now going to loose my soul
Sleepless nights and moral fights
Why my mother did you call me Paul.

My older brother and me are close
Dad never separated us at all
Seamed we was always in trouble together
with my old dad
But my younger brother
Well there was 6 years between us
Never did wrong
But with my old dad that did not seam wrong
For if me and my older brother did wrong
my younger brother was in in trouble as well.

My place of work
Well it makes me feel like the man
And try for and think I am
The man to help folk
in all there wow's during the day
that they spend with us
That they feel they need most
from me as a man
So it was neat to see in my post
To read I had won a bronze
but still do not know what for
but in this years awards
seams I am a nomi

So to whom it was
Thank you
for as that man I may never know.


XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX   Paul

My prediction ( you heard it here first ) Dr Who=John Hurt.

His mad eyes
and he is getting old
so they can take so much more
but not from his
Dr WHO soul.

Do not lose sleep
DO not CRY or weep
DO NOT SAY I told yah!

Who can know
of all her thoughts
and of what she knows
did she come from a strange world
from some where within
or maybe the moon or the stars
she makes me feel like
i have the devil in my shoes
making me dance
to the ever glittering light
that shines in her hair
but here she is
that princess
of the sand
i look around and hope to find that princess behind
my princess of the sand.

VIEW held on to TIME.
But slowly TIME slipped away.
As TIME tumbled away.
He turned in to DAY.
DAY burst on hitting a ROCK.
The LIQUD became SOLID.
Then ROCK.

Tonight
i have no shoes
and it feels alright
nothing like my dreams
i like feeling the cold  on my feet tonight
i must be a gipsy or something more
to feel so Seconal in this dream
for sure that must
be just me
in no shoes
this night
and feeling things
the ground so sure.