Joseph Paris

Joseph Paris Nov 2015

I want to dedicate myself
to coming up with a phrase
that will be repeated and remembered
for all time
Something like
still water runs deep
or
look before you leap
or even
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
Four or five simple words
How hard can that be, right? Ha
Right

Joseph Paris Nov 2015

There is no hope in small no-name towns

There is no hope in small no-name towns.
I've lost my loves in small no-claim towns.
'Round the church bend, the lambs on the hill,
I am reminded that I love her still.

Dead in every warm shade of brown,
First by your side in the deadly small town.
'Round the church bend, the lambs on the hill,
I left my heart by the old steel mill.

Nothing can last in the small no-name town,
I built a past in our small no-claim town.
'Round the church bend, the lambs on the hill,
I can't forget that I love her still.

**You can substitute 'him' for 'her'.
I'm sure we are many who know this experience.

Joseph Paris Oct 2015

Red Sky

The secrets of the universe can wait --
The moon in the window is material.
There can be no persuading the Muses to explain …
To an oyster -- its pearl is a masterpiece.

A butterfly may alight on you --
Whispering secrets of forbidden knowledge
As strange to you as the deserts of the moon --
Forget this -- it is enough to save a child's blink.

Joseph Paris Oct 2015

Part of Me, Part of You

-- we get woven into each other's life sometimes without realizing it

I felt it when the sun came up this morning
I knew that I could not wait another day
There is something I must tell you
A voice is calling to me

Until we find the bridge across forever
Until this grand illusion brings us home
You and I will always be together
From this day on you'll never walk alone

You're a part of me, I'm a part of you
Wherever we may travel
Whatever we may go through
Whatever time and space may take away
It cannot change the way I feel today
So hold me close and say you feel it too
You're a part of me and I'm a part of you

You're a part of me, I'm a part of you

Lyrics by Glenn Frey, English Dan

song played at the end of Thelma and Louise

Joseph Paris Oct 2015

I Put a Sardine in a Mud Puddle

I put a sardine in a mud puddle,
My Grandma must not be told.
I would have fed it to my dog,
But it was too salty and so cold.

I would have ate it with my eyes closed
If it wasn’t so slimy and gray.
Grandma doesn’t know it’s been floating
In a mud puddle half the day.

The sardine may come to life and swim,
Or some boys will use it for bait --
If Grandma ever finds it,
Her white hairs will stand straight.

The secret of the sardine is safe so far --
Where I left it I’ll never admit.
It can stay forever in its muddy home,
With a butterfly attending to it.

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