Sending out nucular reacters
Beyound the moon
N A S S A this is our universe.

1 sat next to 2.
There are having a great time tonight.

3 sat in the conner by himself.
1 said to 2, look at 3 he is so odd, sitting there, the crazy sod.

At this 4 butted in, and with a grin, said did you not know 3 is gay.
On hearing that 5 moved away.

6 then butted in, but before he said anything.
They all at the same time looked up.

Just as google plex walk in.
google plex, surveyed the room, sied then just left, muttering, this is imposable.

Offended people today
that is my way
this just me.

these old thoughts
can think that.

Today I watch a program.
On the BBC.
They where asking questions
On words that ended in ology.
I found very difficult.
To answer more than three.

Although campanology rang a bell.

So I ask this question.
To the BBC.
Is there an ology for everything.
The BBCologist.
Then came back to me.
The poemologist.

And said I think there just might be.

Once in a lifetime
Team GB

No >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> it is not just the Olympians

That will make it
It is people
Just like you
and me

Find them there seats
Make sure the have there 3D glasses
Forget all the contra verse

So sit back
And enjoy
With me

The thing that is the Olympics
On channel 1 2 3
But always
The best pictures
are on the BBC

Things you tell me
Women it is a long way
To my soul

Do this, do that
Where you are from it a long way.

Once there was life
the life now I know
I had never seen
But as you know
there is still time
for everything
so enjoy life on the inside
of what ever you do
and we laugh and sing
take a walk
in the park
and see
what this means to you
and mother
I love you so.  Brackets full stop.

Once upon,
a once upon before the dawn
was called the dawn
in the sort of half light
within a storm.

'I was lost within the darkness of my very own mind
did I see blue sky there
people around me with corruption and lust which day by day filled my eyes.

But still the voices in my head are telling me God is dead
my body pulses comes vommet from my mouth
my eye's fill with tears.

Ashes to ashes
but this story is so old
As god comes back to my soul.

Once upon a time there was a pink castle, made of the strongest bricks,
only know, to the blue.
Harder than steel, yet so softy soft they almost caressed you,
there princess pink, lay in her bed, made of soft mushrooms,
that gave off a sent for her head.
With a pillar of green moss, that seamed to sing you.
And makes you feel like dreaming, of other things, not important to you.
Princess Pink awoke, this day, only to dream of the one she did see.
His name was purple, a strong fine man, with beaten sword by his side,
He was the one she had spied on, he was the one.

I did know
A pritty girl
whom had wings
not like an angel
they did not spring from her back
like most do
But I like her dance of words
even if her wings are below

I am a songless bird in vibrant colours. Raspy, breathy sounds at best.
If I could, I would gladly lull you with melodious renderings.

Sorry Princes, the bird that does not sing
but is good.

I feel, like a man, held down by steel.
sure not,           not, an a iron man, just me myself.
but held down by my my life.
and willing to heel,
happy to learn how people feel, how people feel about that?

In my head there is a mirror
reflects only me.

and that I am not really sure of
or what that might be?



I expect answers.

you seek to grow a happy face
then you know your place for sure
to fill you empty space
that hides behind your door
i am feeling it now
and i will feel it more
so feel it all
make it good
feel it one and all.

Beautfull is in the mind of the one that iscreating it.

to die or not to die
that is the question?

Only nature will choose when you need to ***
only nature will bring you down to your knees
and between you and me
only nature knows.

only you have all i need
when i see you i need only you
can give me what i need
so each day i see you
it just makes my true heart bleed
more for you.

The day is at it's darkest just before the dawn
but knowing that I am still on my own

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

Thinking back you gave nothing at all
unless woman, maybe a desire not to be like you

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

Woman I thought your love was true
and now my blues have there back to blue

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

And woman to see you
walk from that night club, with someone else

Just on my own again
Even though I have tried to fill your heart
I have this morning, the sad man blues

But at last woman I know
I am on my way back home this night

Ow sad SAD MAN BLUES
on my own again.

Brink leaned over.
So very close to the edge.
He leaned so far.
His mind began to fall.
And noticed.
A woman and child.
Right there where he might land.
Brink leaned back.
Maybe she will go in a moment.
Brink breathed deep.
It is today, the day I will go.
A moment past.
Brink leaned over.
So very close to the edge.
Mind began to lean, then hears a sound.

STOP!!!

Brink leaned back.
Now looking and seeing a cop.
Who the **** are you, Brink asked.
Please stay where you are was the reply.
My name is PC Stop.

WHAT!!!

You are kidding me Brink said.
PC Stop what the ****.
I know she said.
It messes with my head to.
But know that is my name.

NO BRINK SHOUTED!!!

As PC Stop jumped off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!