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Michael Parish Apr 2014
If there only exisisted one day
Framed between only sunst and early dawn.
Id wait until the split second when
A cloud soars into my eyes while pink tears
Fall away from my chin to
Drop into the  bay as if a thousand casual every day
Strangers here and now  could notice how many
Grains of sand got tooken for granted
In the golden hours when work looses
The anxious wave of taking back our sunset
And bearded moss filled evergreen dreams.
Michael Parish Apr 2014
If so meaningless and
Misunderstood
How can birds sing.
We know love but interpretation
I said we have no imagination
Echo my sounds repeat my calls
Stay simple like a sparrow.
Michael Parish Mar 2014
Whats lost when the masses
Make a pose. All of them out there
Standing the streets
So natural and frozen
I could disapear for eons
Hoping
Ill live forever
Regretting the punishment
Of
Knowing I forgot my third eye
To observe

the forgettable souls simmer and
Rise into the open air
And fade forever with all
The uncaptured moments
In time
Un able to repeat the same exact perfection.
Michael Parish Mar 2014
Tell em I came to end the days
Theres no more life inside my bones.
Give em the best day I know
And throw it to the dogs.
My big face was decieving.
My eyes are growing cold.
I was grounded with the water
And now the time is told.
The endings always numb.
So i took to my advantage
And landed in the white caps.
Its only just second
So dont think I was wrong.
My mothers a helpless women
Who lives with out a sun.
Michael Parish Mar 2014
The gulls become packs of namads
And the burnt out  soul begins  to
Curse at the dim skyline
And never apreciates
Looking into the sweet taste of grapes
Inside a brown paper bag.
But in reality the birds could care less
One has an apple
One gets a seed
Calling  the cry
As if passed from one generation
Like a mother gives away her soggy brown eyes.
Michael Parish Mar 2014
Old lady who smiled at me
Through the resturant window
On proctor street.  You ruined
Everything when you
Turned your head and
Noticed I had a camera.
Thats when you made a pose.
I apreciate the humor.
But please dont do it again.
You destroyed a great portrait.
Take care ill drop off the print
In a couple of weeks.
If you dont work ill assume
You are a well known regular
And do the same anyways.
Dont take offense I needed
To be quicker with my camera.
Ba by.
Michael Parish Jan 2014
One quick touch
One space
She came in
The same place
He ran out.
She had had to much.
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