Lefty told me so
nagging me in my ear
maybe he was right
who knows
but he did not let it go
would not leave it alone
all day this went on
shut up
quick as you can
Lefty shut the **** up man
and he closed
the pains in my chest began
though this was my destiny
as the pains dragged across my chest
taking away my breath
maybe Right was right
and I was wrong
and the lefty was nothing more than a dream
but it stopped.

Orange
is a fruit we all
know this well. We peal
it's skin off and eat the fruit within.
Some times bitter, some times sweet.
Smells well of orange. Coats our
fingers and skin then drifts
into the air, illusive
but we know
it is there.

But i have a
question about
the orange.

What *** is it?

Answers please in poem form!

O what do men think
You look good in my best shirt
the cuffs dangle close to the fat
over that
the beacon you cook for me spitting fat
on to my clean cuffs
your mind I think is simple
so why do you treat me like this
I think your body told me to.

Theres no more chicks
where the green grass grows
winter is coming on
with out a season.

Flashes in the sky
that burn the eye
turning people into dust
all thought of by the nerds
light of ***** and running turds
that no body now can see
bow your going to die
don't you will
it is to late now.

ENLESS!

Nope thats just me
is the future we hope for?

People say
say it back to me
there in clear light
Paul what are you saying
can you say that
is that rightOut
of context
I am paul do I give a **** about that
NO
please tell me then
is it just me
or do all men get emails
saying enlarge your pinis
I get 10 a day
8 I just ignor
it is the 2 for my mother i worry about.

There is a not a lot to say
when I feel this way
she said
to find some way
outside of your head
but within you
there is John
just fell off his girlfriend
she broke him off
and his made as hell
for men just the pain of things
of language, he can't read
nor can I.

Leaning on a pillow of flowers
watching slugs rolling joints of rose petals
getting up and trying to walk
right leg walks just fine
left, drags behind
move you ******* old *******
was that a demand
or a command
to a man, there is a difference
cent clears
right there, my right legs stands left to come and joins it
now so not feeling the same now
counting to ten
woke up this morning
with all this in my head
think somehow
my brain rolled out my ear
thinking about the night before
and wished I was dead
it was at that point
my own brain slapped me between the eyes

And that is these day's life.

LoVe you all P@ul. ***.

Mirror on the wall
why do you take so much from me
for today you make me look old
so I have nothing to see
every morning ~I feel pressure on my eyes
So ~~~~Mirror
nothing to see
and any question you ask here
there will be nothing to find
Mirror will you marry me
I am what
I am
Nothing to see.

Saw my own reflection today
in the back garden in the pool
had my headphones on
the sun was behind me
so I saw a silhouette of me
I was shocked to see
a cyberman staring back at me
better go and see the doctor!

I can help the shape I in
But do not ask me what think about you
I might not give the answer
that you want me to
Ow Well.

IS
this
the waltz
or
nothing @ all
some
dance
I
can not
dissribe
two
to me
turn to me
or
you
will
F
a
l
l

.

Doing the things I want to
maybe not always right
just
l e a p ing O  F  F
and fall
to a flour

But
B  O  U  N  C  I  N  G      More
than i thought before.

Pandora opened it
some days at my age
I dribble
see my T-shirt
look at the stains
then remember I am old
never ask me who I am?
for I will never give you the answer
I'm suppose to
just as if you asked God
whats in my paint box
some pinks and blues
and a fiery face
probably wearing sunglasses
Who are the **** are you.

Left.
Left stage right
so many confused words
why do we waist or lives
so many wasting away

We are the supreme beings
what we say goes
standing on both feet
I know

**** computers
see them painted in blue
not yet in red
maybe tomorrow.

Met this girl
and man she had great ****
in this beautiful bird cage.

Passing through
thinking of a time
being myself
why do I do this or, That
I do not know
please do not ask my self
he will not give the answer you want him to
for I am not the person
you might think of
the twenty century is ******
I see with my own eyes
what is true
Kids Stop Drugs

Patricia pancake maker
Passing your store day after day
and watching you as you make
Patricia Pancakes
caressing the batter as you do
and making
all the crape things you do
Patricia
I just can not tell you!

Paul
please
tell me
how are
you feeling?

Are you sure
you want me to answer that?

Yes I DO!

It's a hard life
but I think I make it through.

P   A   U   L
you just keep
K EE  PING ON
is that right.

P   A   U   L
i
asked
myself

what would you be
if you were not yourself
what do you
think you would be
i would like to be a
STAR
up there so far maybe only seen at night
by lovers
or by intelligent others
then i would be something
and not just me.

It is hard
to tell you what
i feel about you
without
hurting you
it is so
h a r d
but this
day i am going to tell
woman we loved
we have good children
but living with now is hard.

Peace to you
and everyone
our day
in the
S  U  N

Many years ago in my youth
we are talking 60's man
a girl called Lil
told me so
saying peace has become a ***** word
I ask why so?
she said it used to be good
but now the politicians have taken it on
and have given it current misuse
and all the good things like   L OvE   have become maybe
if the   G O D   DAM!
thing fits maybe
before that it was all about LoVe
and your soul
so Lil pronounced peace
has become a ***** word
with so much misue
at that my druged mind exploded
all the rest was far out!

There is none
not in this world
broken souls at wounded knee
tribe wiped out
blood shoots
even the flowers grow red
my soul feels the pain
eagles overhead
blue skies over
feel the winds flap overhead
over the face
the flutter
mind wiped out
rock all night
stand tall

Peace of Mind.

on the news keep fit people
for 60% are fat or obese these days
not really news

but as i sit here they are telling me i am not right

People march squares
in circles.

People take selfies
and pictures of one another
just in case they missed it the first time they saw it
all stored in their phones
which hardly ever leaves their handi's
only to see the image they saw
is not right
that is not how I remember it
you had to be there
you would have seen it
the joke is on you
now the world is not the same
nor are you
Think I have a filter for that.


I love people, do you do?

P@ul
why do you write as you do
I have told once
I replied
I am my own
no longer own by any woman
I am me the one and only surreal man
I live my life in 20 dimensions
which most of you see only two or three
but I can see more than three
there are some where beyond  that poor oak tree in wood
I imagine for myself in which you now live
and maybe never will
unless you read what I send you
If I was a blue bird
I would away and sing
it has been a year now
since I placed down
my pondering
and yet I think
what do I get back?