Some nights
                     I just want to drown in my own tears
                     now         i know that is not right
                     but has been that way for years

                                           so baby you better treat me right
                                                             or i will drown in my own tears

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.

The underlaying metaphor.
Tapped out notes into the night.
Then I was, but now just do not feel right.
But then, we was.
Now not right.
Now I am.
Now that it just not right.
That girl so warm so bright.
I know that in the morning.
I will Wonder.
What I metaphor!

Hi my name is Paul.
Hi, to all of you.
Hi and forgive me please do.

I should tell you of my self.
I am a surrealist Poet.
I am self governed.

And don’t I know it.
And as a surrealist poet.
And with no where to run.

Just make poems.
Just a few are good.
Just that someday, maybe in the future.

Will be the teacher.
Will maybe a chair.
Will be a will.

tell me what to say
and i will write a book today D E A R
about our love D E A R
only you understand     H O L D    M Y H A N D    D E A R
only you can see that i love you   D E A R.

I
only
have
10
words
to
say
to
you
what?

when i close my eye's
                                     my life is not there

                                                      i
                                                      t

                                                      is
                                         in  another world
one of dreams
                                              when i relax
                                                       my
                                           body goes away
to i know not where
                                                but it dose
funny thing is
                                i have not noticed this before.

Watching the moon
i see great light
of many hue
it sort of makes my night
of being here with you
friends and poets
of hello poetry
the moon light
makes you one with me
peace and happyness
I wish you all to be
and so i bow
and leave
until the next night we meet
and if you feel
like your ankles are been kiss
that is not me
that is just you
night and sleep well one and all of you.

I was born with 3 legs
On two I stand.


                                       The other has a mind of it's Own.