Please put my body in the ground
anywhere you feel fit
for to me it will not matter a bit
just put it in the ground.

For as my heart grows older
I feel the edge's of it i have lost
But my brain is a young now
as it was, just my knowledge has change
tear's of longing are just staines i dribble down my  T shirt
so if you go chasing Rabbit
buy good washing powder.

Hey Babe.
I was not sure what to say.
But Hey!
Mist your breathing today.
That is what you do.
That soft rise of your being.
Well Being you.
You make it more.
Seam to make it ****.
On given days.
Well just thought I drop in this note.

Note:   Remember you are number one.

Note2:   You are a very surreal POP Poet.

Note3:   There is no note 3.

Note 4:   When I stick By my God
               He told you what you wanted to hear.

Note 5:   Go and thank GOD for the shallow finding in you.

Note6:    Messure up for your cross.

Note7:    **** I do not think I will go to heaven.

Note8:    Your on your own.

If I have nothing.
Then maybe I have everything.


If I have everything.
Then maybe I have something.


But if I still have something.
Then I maybe I have everything.

So maybe am a man who has nothing?

I have NOTHING.


But the good thing is.

I still have a lot of it left!

One cold and snowy morning.

I asked my MIND.
Who asked BODY.

How do you find yourself today?

So BODY asked?

I opened my EYE’S and there I was.

MIND grumbled.
Then. TUMMY rumbled.
HAND pulled back the bed sheets.
LEGS fell on the floor.
BACK sat up.
HEAD span, then no more.
EYE’S blinked, then again.

MIND asked, how do WE feel today?

At this KNEES straighten up.
BALANCE said I am not ready for this.
**** sat back down.
And MIND, now using EYE’S.

Waved HAND, over EYE’S.

At this MIND provoked KNEES to stand once more
HAND grabbed at the door.
LEGS said are we walking?

**** said yes I can feel you moving.

Then BODY started to fall.
ARM said ouch!
Then HIP gave us pain.

BODY said to MIND.
Please don’t do that again.

It is like I know my own heaven
Our father which is in heaven
Give me this day, the will to be good
And make it good and make me feel it right now
Nothing, nothing at all

Worked late again tonight
my here, which might be not the same as you
but not working now
just writing my imagination
into the night
and maybe morning
AND
Not WORKing NOW.

Bottle of ***
                     But no Coke a Cola
But plenty Cherry ade
                                                     Taste is like some sort of cough brew
Ow what the  F--K  after two or three glasses the party has began
                    And it has plus
                                                     Not working for the Yankee Doller
                                            
                                                     MERRY Christmas Love Paul ***.

No where was a place
a place that ment nothing at all
No thing dreamed of being something
something smiled
knowing it was nowhere at all.

Now when MAZ walked into a room
it looked like she had done it agAIN
OR IS JUST MY BRAIN
but sure like MAZ in my room
she is just like a cushion
to stop my mind falling on the flour
or hitting a self within this room.

When you have no words.
It is hard to express.

Now that woman had something
that much is clear
so I carry on going down this losome road
all by myself
if you gay woman
why mess with me
i hope you enjoyed yourself