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Michael Parish May 2014
My husband went into the eye
Of nothing
No post card
No message from imigration
Ill send him my corn money
And peel mangos in chilli powder
With his daughter
Until mayday ends
Our stomachs lauphter
If he finds a way in again
Ill meet him at St Annes
Out side of the park
Under the oak shades.
If he finds a way in again
Ill promise to keep this family together
Eternaly.
Michael Parish Apr 2014
Oh how the streets
Make wonderes  smile
Even when failure
Has let them down
They see the home coming bus
Still reads ten and all the stops can
Slow down their minds
Into the trance of time
to teach  patience is not being alone
In the world of missed chance
Still smiling away feeling how great ful
It was to be out and about.
Michael Parish Apr 2014
Unpayable bills
Not enouph hours
Not enouph freedom
The dreaded voice
We make
Scares are friends
Makes them worry
Were becoming some number
Over seas
Some number
In a line up
Made of unequal stamps.
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.
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