Born under a claret sky in Burnley Lancashire, Pauls witnessing of the Glam Rock pop-stars of the 1970s and New Romantics of the early 1980s gave him notions of joining some of his heroes in later life. The realisations dawned that his inability to play a musical instrument might be a hindrance and so these fledgling lyrical attempts slowly evolved into poetry, with no subject considered taboo his mood can lurch from the darkest depths to the light airy notions of love and peace. After years wandering the emotional wilderness, Paul now married to his true soul mate and the father of four children, has found his true calling. Paul currently resides in the Rossendale Valley in Lancashire where he leads the good life and is co-founder and Chair for a local Community Group as well as writing for, and featuring in several music publications and his own popular blog site.


And, if I should sleep, then I hope I will die.  Goodnight Vienna It's barely 15 minutes since I found his body there Slouching on the settee with a vomit induced stare An empty prescription bottle sticking to his clammy hand and half a dozen tablets scattered round like grains of sand A crisp manila envelope sealed with little haste 'To Whom It May Concern' inscribed upon its face As I stooped to pick it up I swear he smiled at me I knew, at last, he'd arrived upon the place he yearned to be The letter read: 'If you've found this note you're too late to say goodbye If you're reading this then I've already left your life If you're stood there wondering why I've done what I have done the answer is life and all it brings, and, what I've left undone Please pass on all my love to the girl I love the most Tell her I'll watch over her with Father, Son and Holy Ghost And one more thing - before you think that you can save my life is that everything I have I leave to the boys and my humbled wife' Now as I look down on his form I know I will not cry I will not wince, I will feel no pain, I will not question why I will instead be happy that he is at peace at last That his troubles and his worries are now all in the past He often told me that he felt he was destined for greater things that the life he had was difficult with all the hurt it brings and I know now what he meant when said under his breathe - "Media vita in morte sumus” (in the middle of life we are in death)

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