You ask me
what is happening tonight
I just feel fever in my soul
ow black night
I do not think I will turn my back
for in time you will take my soul
right away from me
and everything I have known
so stay in woman in within the white mystery of this night
as I play ****** cords for all.

i was move all the time so i had to give that job up
while drink in a bar one day
a man came in wearing a smart black suit
sat right down beside me
and there we got to talk
after a lot of drinking
he said to me
boy i have a job for you
then your life will start  he said
so nodding my head
i found myself learning how to shoot people in the head
how to use explosives and ******* a man with my hands
but after i had got wounded seam for them my job was done
so i tell you one and all never trust a black suited man.

Black and White stop the fight
For the colours do not bother you
as you live at end of the spectrum.

Science tells me
ask yourself
how long is that peace of string
and if you ball it up
what peaces touch
and what now
do you make of yourself?

I am as I always was
Just me myself
still enjoying
Black Sabbath
for music I love
and curved *****
for which i will get time out.

I blinked then you are gone.

Now 10 years on, you appear, you smile.

That smile that melts my heart yet again.



The pain as real as it was then.

Did you get the chips, I playfully ask.

With a frown, a question you ignore.



Hello, how are you. I say.

OK you say, but not as good as you.

At your funeral, I blinked then you are gone.

blink i will be gone
but this night will live on forever.

blue sat on a blue rock
a rock he had never heard before.

Blue  Step  p  e  d       OUT
                                           But today not the colour he thought was
For Blue became purple
      of a strange hue,             See that what colours do
                     Which gave me this strange thought of you
Lady of white, lady of blue
                                               Look at yourself
                     For none of these colours bother you.

Or is this just me, stepping outside my box.

Blue sat down
never to rise today
only to be the same
just sat feeling blue
hey man what is your name
o yes
my name is blue!

Blue was always my favor'ed colour
until I did see that white lady that is you
but now that is all changed
now know what I do
white would never be you
for you are a red lady
so in my eye;s colours link

So now I am Purple.

t
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                                                               ­                   o
My girlfriend went with a man called      B
jamaica no
                                            she
                                     went
                               there
                          on her
                       own.

I like books,
but do not think they like me.
They give me bad pain in my tummy.
Sometimes in my head.
Makes feel like i would like to be dead.
But I still like books.
And as my mother always says.
Eat a book a day.

No fun being a book worm.

Bounce sat in the corner.
Of this room.
Up sat down.
Next to bounce.

Whats up bounce.
Up started to say.
At that bounce.

Just bounce away.

Leave me alone.
Bounce did say.

Up sat down again.
Next to bounce.
What is up old buddy.

Sorry up, bounce did say.
Just fellin so down today.

In a battle
brains are tost around
just like sand.

Bright was feeling dark this day
Light came in smiled and sat next to him
Bright said leave me alone and ask dark to come in
Darks away on a holiday light did say
that is so tipical of him just when you need him to come in

Brink took the time, to blink, and
                                              
                                                 T
                                               U
                                              r
                                            n
                                          ed

On himself, why?
  Was he standing there
     Here on this shelf

                                            M
                                           O
                                        V
                                        I
                                      N
                                    G
                      
  K    C   a  B

Looked at himself
Man I am not
Going anywhere.

Brink sat on the edge as he always did.
Brink I asked.
Why sit there on the edge.
It is my place.
I could see what he told me was true.
Brink then fell over.
Fell said, here we go.
No more memory of misadventure.
For Brink was now dead.

Brink, badly dream turned over

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                                                        F
                                                           E
                                                              L
                                                                 L
                                                         \                /
                                                            O         F
                                                                  F

                                                                  .

Brink felt on edge
not this way or neither that.

you are going to have to walk
or spend time on your own
my heart beats for the street and alleys
that i call home

roll on brummie boy
   roll on brummie boy
      roll on

yes i am that brummie boy called paul
that you talk of that likes my home
i have left my home but not have found that of you all speak of

roll on brummie boy
   roll on brummie boy
      roll on

so lay me down in a white shroud
shoot me with a canon ball
for i am not going this is what i call home

roll on brummie boy
   roll on brummie boy
      roll on

for people you don't know you are born
what do you know about the hammer and the knife
you don't know you are born