a city freeze
a city green and full of leaves
a city man stays indoors
a city girl is out on the pull
a city man needs to go out today
a city hall that's where love began
a city is where their life began
a city new born out with his mum
a city turns over and over again.

Finished with my woman
she did not help me with mind
we should have shared
of what was more us
not what people thought
we should be
in that way
there was never love.

Rupert got down off his horse
gave out a hand.

Out of my words
will come musics
I ask myself of what, what will come
listen to the words there hum, will come to you
mark my words.

A frog lept in time
and did not see where he did go
the land was strange and the what he liked to call mud
spurted from within between his toes
but the lack of air made him gag so
frog this place dose not love you.

If you leave things open.
                                                     You have to keep running.
                                                                                                            To keep out of this space.



Then an Poem.
                                    Will appear.           (ooooooooooooo***OOOOOOOOOOOO)!

                                                                                               So all run with me.

You are just in time
the time seam to last for ever
no time like the present
the bus is never on time
it was no time at all
time seamed to stop
time past so quick
in no time at all
The bus approached the stop, just in time to stop, my mind exploding.

Just gave myself a LOGO

P@ul

*******'s

When push came to shove
he knew what to do
so push, shoved him
he knew that was right
push fell like brick
down and down
into the abysm
and right now people
that all.

I want to write a poem.
But again my brain does not want to.
Seams to be all ****** up.
Thinks of all the things, that I do not want to.
Not even a seeds of sparks.
Just these illusive thoughts and dreams.
Come on brain.
Give me my poets mind again.
Maybe for 20 minites or more.
Just so I can get something on paper.
No that did not mean I wanted to ****.
This paper here.
I am sitting infront of it.
Like I like just sitting here and picking my nose again.

Might even cut my toe nails later.
Well that how sometimes it goes.

For a long time i felt
just my emotion
and none of anybody else
and overtime it has become
something else
so i want to hear of the pulses
around me
the HELLOW people
I have come to love
and respect!

and do not worry
you can not hurt me for long
for I know what I am
JUst this MAn called Paul.

If  I only had one word for you.
I am not sure what it might be.
So I will call you   J  U  L  I  A.

Seams like a good word to me.
Now I want to know what word might fit me?
So    J  U  L  I  A,   what word will that be.

Answers on a post card.
To Mailbox 123
J  U  L  I  A      S T R  E   E   T        1  2  3

Please hold my hand as I fall down
from the thing you expect me to be
the bee, you know, and love me, to be
buzz, buzz,
For I am just this humble bumble
JUst carting love around.

Love you all.
Your surrealist.
PAul

DiD dip mean?

           I dip as I go under here
             I dip @ the disco more than you
                That is so low it made me dip how about you
                    I do not dip at my age and nor should you
                       I dip you
                          While looking into your eyes, you look back,
                              then begin to fall.
                                Into that hole in the ground
                                   Look me back
                                      And say

                                          You ******* hippy
            
                                               Your BUSTED

                                                    Never falling into your eyes again.

People ask
do you really write this stuff live
and your answer people is yes I do
that is way I change them at a later date
correct my spelling
for I write with passion of the night.

Long ago i wonder through my mind
filled with fairy tails and stores
was any of that real
or was it just a young mans musing
soon the days past into years
now was my past an illusion
greyed by all these years
or did those tears mean nothing to me
did they make me the man i am?

Time slipped away.
Yes this day.
Time just slipped away.
In a panic!
I asked myself.
Where has the time gone.
In an instant.
Time replied.
Man your thinking.

It just dyed.

I was not impressed.
But time told me so.
Time looked at me.
And, I hated him.
Then, with a grin.
I told him, this time sort of something.

What man?

He did say.
You are so drunk.
This night will go away.

Maybe Time Has told Me.

You know people I say,

                                                                  H   E ,         L   I   T      U   P ,    a cigarette, poured another drink,

While awaiting his mind to do the        T   H   I   N   K   I   N   G ,

             Hoping to create just       O  N  E      M   O   R   E      P   O   E   M ,

               But found he just          D  I  D'    N   T     H   A   V   E     O   N   E !

Just a spoon full of love is enough.

And sugar does help it go down.

Just a little spoon.

we are all fighting about it.

But man we end up dead over it.

But give me more sugar!

:-)

Alice had red a purple sock
and while looking at them
found she could not
de side which foot was for what

Don sat outside the box

Don was very  H i p p y
but  in  his  box did stay
for   he  thought  he was
one with BOX so complete
But as you and I know Don
w a s   v e r y   m o r e so
                                               AND sat outside the BOX!

Cut my wings
people please do
for i can not fly for you
last time
i tried that
ended up in a bad way
3 flours
not so good
so i do not do that any more
so with my mind i do say
people
who the **** are you
and tell me all
for i want to know

This sad man called Paul

MOVE became closer to THERE.
THERE just blushed.
Then in MAD rush.
Saying STOP.
STEP stepped in.
WORDS took a back seat.
MOVE said to THERE.
I think I LOVE YOU.

Any time
I am not that
I am a shape that is mine
not thin of fat, nor slim
nor suff with gold
no morals
other than those
I hold to me
this surrealist man called P  A     U           L
i am reflected in the water, of the dreams you slept
that you can not form the words
so think me as a shape.