tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59748654132714245192024-03-08T08:55:35.625-08:00Poem from a PiscesNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-76216421624643277762010-01-10T00:30:00.001-08:002010-02-18T07:19:42.528-08:00hummingbirds don't sleepAm I teaching you freedom<br />Or when I point out the roses<br />Am I losing mine?<br /><br />I catch u as you hover around the flowers<br />Too deep to risk the sweetest juice<br />Of Now. <br /><br />Your wings buzz fast and furious<br />So much work for so little reward.<br />I’d offer a straw but<br />Hummingbirds don’t stop to take a moment.<br /><br />Am I blocking your path<br />As the brigthest most dangerous tulip<br />In a field of green. Red-capped and smiling.<br />A siren of sorts, not meant to be, but unavoidable.<br /><br />Your heart beats fast and furious<br />So much work for so little reward<br />I’d offer a pillow to rest on but<br />Hummingbirds don’t sleep while their singing.<br /><br />Am I denying nature<br />When I ask you to sit with me and wonder.<br /><br />Your mind spins fast and furious<br />SO much work for so little reward<br />Yet you offer me a runway and give me wings<br />But I can’t fly<br />And Hummingbirds don’t ever land<br />And I wonder why<br /><br />You ever flew so close to me<br />When u always knew<br />There was no time to drink.<br />but<br />Even Hummingbirds sometimes buzz less fast<br />And fly less furious<br />I know.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-9162141752688860602010-01-10T00:25:00.000-08:002010-01-10T00:26:33.758-08:00passengerSo much promised<br />So much to gain<br />From knowing you.<br /><br />Shelter, safety and warmth<br />From hearing you<br />Strength, direction and knowing<br />From touching you<br />And when you took over the wheel last night<br />And drove us far past the city limits<br />I know I had found <br />Trust, loyalty and another forever friend<br />From loving you.<br /><br />So many ways to see<br />So many roads to show you<br />So many things to find<br />I never knew.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-10118942773653928922010-01-10T00:23:00.000-08:002010-01-10T00:24:04.351-08:00sighing eyesYour skin was smooth sand<br />And the tide rose and fell inside each breathe<br />And between each moment when the waves brought you to me<br />And you joined my shore.<br />The surf is silver here, as the Moon wanes<br />And my driveway is the pier<br />You are light years away<br />But somehow by trickery of the light<br />You are before me<br />Kissing me<br />And telling gentle stories I know are untrue<br />Of how you are wanting me, and this is real<br />I want to believe too<br />I truly do<br />The moon shines so strong tonight<br />Ill float a while longer<br />Your eyes sigh as your waves lap the rock<br />Of my patience<br />And settle, knowing full well<br />That even the clifftops give way eventually<br />To the ocean.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-72569815023363997662010-01-10T00:18:00.000-08:002010-01-10T00:19:15.587-08:00rawim raw<br /><br />I was never tamed <br />i came to show this civiliztion<br />u can be free and real and deep<br />short and long lasting<br />momentary<br />fleeting<br />and eternal<br />hard to understand know or hold<br />yet beautiful when moments allow<br />u never tamed me<br />I wanted you to<br />but it got too hot close<br />and I had to bolt.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-9384399210187713882010-01-10T00:17:00.000-08:002010-02-18T07:20:56.925-08:00regular, manly, meI stayed up for you<br />I stayed up long past bedtime<br />and just drank a vitamin shake because I knew<br />id sleep well past lunchtime<br /><br />u made me lose the schedule I never had yet<br /><br />I let you<br />I allowed<br /><br />I wanted to dissolve before you<br />have you nail me<br />not cross, but aggressively calm<br />u personally lift all I could want and desire<br /><br />natural<br />manly<br />regular<br />you<br /><br />I need to be these things<br /><br />regular<br />manly <br />meNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-76807980379943150902010-01-10T00:11:00.000-08:002010-02-18T07:21:55.392-08:00polaroid passionYou're my fantasy<br />sneakers, no socks<br />when I asked<br />u didn't smile, you wore the<br />couldn't care less jock look<br />and your pits were hairy and deep<br />and u looked at me like u sit here all day<br />stroking me<br />letting me stroke you<br />we're buddies<br />your legs are hairy<br />my fantasy<br />you touched your feet on my chest<br />you spread your legs and sat in my computer chair<br />locked them around me<br />watched me<br />let me watch you<br />you wore an athletic shirt<br />and were so laid back<br />so calm <br />I wondered why I couldnt run into you <br />in the game of 'im a free spirit but I wouldn't mind <br />being with you<br /> a lot longer<br />I am raw I see this now<br />real<br />you are my fantasy<br />but you were here<br />you were<br />polaroid passion<br /> an instant you were real<br />I felt you<br />touched you<br />u even left pools on my pillow<br /><br /> my fantasy<br /><br />so many thought swim through my head<br />when I see you<br />I know it's from something I dont quite remember<br />or dont quite understand<br />and I have a feeling i'll be <br />revealing and reliving a lot of that these days<br />this next chapter<br />to finally have what I wanted and to then let it go<br />is that my game now these days<br />to have you and let you go<br />because I came to experience <br /> want<br />and desire<br /> but no longer need<br /><br /><br />you are my fantasy<br />your feet turned me on<br />the way the hair stopped at your ankle<br />the way you put shoes on without sox<br />the way you said dude<br /><br />the stolen smile<br />I owe you.<br /><br />You're my fantasy<br />and you said and did everything perfectly<br />on time, in line<br />I dont mind if you have flaws<br />ill sweep them under the rug<br />with mine.<br /><br />What a trip (up) that'll be.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-73612067634475606092010-01-10T00:09:00.001-08:002010-01-10T00:09:28.591-08:00amber alertits a neon no<br />a crimson cant<br />a weeping wont.<br />and a slow-mo don't go<br />and a two-tonne sorry<br />it's my load lightened<br />beneath the crushing weight<br />of stern silence<br />and conflict contemplation<br />an amber alert of iressolvable<br />idiosyncracies <br />differences once divine<br />now, sinfully separatist<br />horned angels<br />don't ask<br />won't tellNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-19721663349417291602010-01-10T00:08:00.001-08:002010-01-10T00:08:52.523-08:00bottle brokenall under the twinkling lights of downtown, still<br />such noise, such sharp bottle broken jagged journalist<br />war-words, unresting<br />uphill, battling gravity<br />and spinning like stars in a glass galaxy<br />of stones, thrown<br />mirrored by loves reflecting rays<br />that stopped, twinkling like the lights of downtown<br />that shout their silence to me, still.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-12161719615572309942009-11-17T02:24:00.001-08:002009-11-17T02:30:20.354-08:00The Lions Den-ialtripod trio fire<br />you walk in<br />scorching Salem stains in the ground<br />bright burnings telling tales of<br />polished pride and unconquerable<br />insecurity.<br /><br />fish fry in your pain pan<br />spitting by the sizzling sun<br />of overexposure. swimming upstream,<br />I find myself on the hunt myself,<br />but for solace, for solitude<br />for shade<br /><br />like the ones you wear.<br />Can you yourself see your own glare<br />when you stare too long in the mirror.<br />My mirror.<br />Me.<br />On the reflection of my surface, I see the rain<br />and the storm clouds ready to burst<br />to cool me.<br /><br />Pride is tiring.<br />Soon you'll clamber off the tread<br />and mill not scorn-corn but defeat-wheat.<br /><br />maybe then we can swim and march together, <br />you and I.<br />without the oversensitive tantrum tsumanis<br />and holier-than-thou heat we generate.<br />lion and fish, swimmer and stately.<br />placid and proud. turbulent <br /> and too much.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-1211284428565488302009-08-18T04:59:00.000-07:002009-08-18T05:03:03.775-07:00AquaWater-bearer<br />you did, you actually brought me water<br />you hand delivered <br />all 20 oceans of it<br />to my back yard pond<br />politely! without breaking a sweat<br />you shocked even me<br />when you shouted and the room jumped<br />and jovial, wild winks<br />huh?<br />you came before me?<br />I know. I forgot how the winds wane<br />and H20 is made up of so much oxygen<br />why did I ever think I'd drown?<br />I breathe in bubbles<br />and you were right,<br />I swim in the clouds.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-41288382214117330942009-08-18T04:55:00.001-07:002009-08-18T04:58:57.509-07:00caffeine coolringing my hearts hands out<br />easy, allowing the stillness<br />of its beating beauty<br />and simple silence,<br />ever effortful<br /><br />yet through you, in this<br />i find it<br />when my frozen frap's condensational<br />comfort, melts beside your manic<br />laugh and you remind so effortlessly<br />that <br />freedom feels like me.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-40155996465568928212009-08-16T21:08:00.000-07:002009-08-16T21:10:26.195-07:00mirrorballtwinkling like a candle flame<br />dancing in the dark<br />your ability to light a room<br />shocks me <br />an electric-blue backlight of <br />neon knowing<br />strobe smiles,<br />my mirrorballNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-42450760050339453832009-08-16T01:58:00.000-07:002009-08-16T01:59:28.238-07:00law of distractionlike draws like<br />same draws same<br />i guess that makes<br />unlike draw unwell-water<br />from the despair drain, too<br />my hunger for famine,<br />my love for you?Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-75223827079701832072009-08-07T19:23:00.000-07:002009-08-07T19:24:23.767-07:00I wonder...I found this today<br />a message that quietly came my way<br />to softly sit, and sadly say:<br /><br /><blockquote>Something is most appealing if it is most forbidden, disapproved, condemned, or unattainable. <br />If we could have whatever we wanted, there would be no fantasy. Would that be any fun?</blockquote><br /><br /><br />I don't know.<br />we were over before <br />we begun.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-76651280090694063712009-08-07T19:21:00.000-07:002009-08-07T19:22:06.127-07:00spelli hear you.<br />and wherever you are,<br />you hear me<br />i know you hear me<br />and you don't want to <br />but you do.<br />deliver me paper cut envelopes of gone guilt<br />my name misspelled I before U<br />but you put U before me<br />dotted and slashed my T<br />eclipses darkened the door<br />where you left the boy,<br />what about the girls?<br />dog whispers and cat calls<br />wolves wait for no one<br />you devour the darkness<br />skulking skull<br />no longer any eyes to even see<br />but i hear you.<br />moving in the sand.<br />choosing the ending.<br />rewriting the story.<br />ill close my eyes.<br />the sand is strong, and its time<br />to sleep.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-72045691662986873712009-08-07T19:20:00.002-07:002009-08-07T19:21:26.064-07:00aloesculpting<br />a nest or wall<br />warm clay<br />cold shoulder<br />conditional hugs<br />i putter, potter<br />shape me<br />we had no vessel<br />we were falsely framed<br />and barely formed<br />we were in the making<br />and it got muddied<br />but not from salt, <br />or sex<br />you deserved the desert<br />and its dry there. you drove off<br />cut with a cactus,<br />aloe then goodbye<br />healing halted<br />arid arrivals<br />your wheel no longer natures<br />cycles for oneNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-74411196551280407262009-08-07T19:20:00.001-07:002009-08-07T19:20:40.409-07:00takes twoduo directions<br />tandom trails<br />there were options<br />we could have gone<br />the back pedals hit me<br />and i look behind, i still do<br />and my ice cream drops<br />it takes two<br />you let me cycle solo<br />there was a northern exit<br />before it went south<br />you let me sit solitary<br />why not wait<br />like i did, <br />shins bruised, from slipping<br />cracks covered<br />instead of asking me to <br />walk withoutNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-2979507798019527052009-08-07T19:19:00.000-07:002009-08-07T19:20:11.916-07:00turning saltwater into fine winei never hurt you<br />i never tried to<br />and we could have eaten ice cream this fall.<br /><br />you always listened<br />you always heard?<br />and we never slung snowballs in summer.<br /><br />and<br />we should have done what <br />we could<br />to patch the spring we leaked last winter.<br /><br />and we could be here, seasonal still.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-33793051721736279462009-07-20T16:09:00.000-07:002009-07-20T16:12:06.655-07:00oh pisces fishOh pisces fish,<br /><br />12 months<br />52 weeks<br />epsom salt sighs<br />countless silent clouds<br />timeless cries<br /><br />and one txt message<br />that it's over.<br /><br />Was your net worth?<br />worth the net<br /><br />oh pisces fish?Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-44600705916925958182009-06-29T20:05:00.001-07:002009-06-29T20:05:38.267-07:00ouroborousA lot of things came full circle <br />this month<br />My surgery<br />our foreshadowed shadow<br />I guess that always hung overhead but which<br />by my divine power of self-deception<br />i believed gone.<br />A lot wrapped around, an ouroborous, <br />serpent circling a figure 8, eternally returning<br />back to where it came<br />so much returned, and resolved this week, after one year<br />did it create relief? i guess some<br />this time though, I'm letting all the pieces fall into place<br />and not fighting it. What is there to fight this time?<br />All is, was and will be One<br />And in that centre, there is no war<br />No reflected projected<br />no polarity<br />just an endless and eternal moment <br />smiling.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-3750800792344635362009-06-29T20:04:00.000-07:002009-06-29T20:05:10.895-07:00Healing HurtingMaybe it's all mirrored<br />a surgeons knife cutting my skin<br />your heart torn<br />my feeling your care is conditional<br />and my faith in us,loosened by that<br />Maybe my healing of physical<br />aids yours<br />Maybe it's all mirrored<br />one of us is always looking at<br />at something that reflects within<br />i guess it's all a question of gaze<br />i'll heal in<br />and maybe you'll heal out<br />maybe we''ll come together<br />or maybe in the very act of becoming whole<br />the hole of you will seal<br />like the surgical skin i'm blotting with warm water<br />every day.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-37688876072544937092009-06-16T16:15:00.000-07:002009-06-16T16:20:41.539-07:00juggling your tearsI'm glad i woke <br />this morning<br />i thought i was late<br />but i was right on time<br />for another chance<br />another go around at this <br />Moment Thing<br /><br />last night dragged<br /><br />me down?<br />no.<br />i found the latch in the secret door<br />where i'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine<br />fine is all there ever is<br /><br />and did u see it? <br /><br /> there!<br /><br />i just died right here in my manager chair<br />and woke up to find you still there<br />still wondering when the clock would strike <br />its match, when your healing would ignite<br /><br />when it's already come<br />you're whole and healed<br />and i'm smiling juggling your tears<br />and you laugh<br />as i fall over my own advice.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-87194996189518527402009-06-16T16:14:00.000-07:002009-06-16T16:15:18.562-07:00coulda woulda shouldai could wait<br />outside your shell<br />knock on your phone<br />shout up to your hate<br />and chase after your door<br /><br />in the hopes<br />you'll open<br />answer<br />reply<br /><br />but i wont<br />why not?<br />because my love is quiet<br />and it's sitting beside you<br />right now, and watched you <br />nail bars to the windows<br /> me in a coffin<br /> and yourself on a crossNeil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-42215351496121266812009-06-03T00:16:00.001-07:002009-06-03T00:17:31.506-07:00our neverending storythere's no end point<br />no perfect us<br />no finally there<br />there's only the road we're on<br />discovering, forgetting, rediscovering<br />following winding ocean pathways<br />scaling salty cliff walls <br />sinking into sand<br />taking glass elevators to top floors<br />revolving at night<br />lying still in darkness<br />running in light<br />sharing words, stealing glances<br />knowing without proof<br />you stained my glass heart<br />holy,<br />and i believe.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5974865413271424519.post-29682237717302123032009-06-03T00:15:00.001-07:002009-06-03T00:15:52.854-07:00Ventura Pierremember it?<br />of course you do.<br /><br />someone else remembered<br />the girl who I guess left us there<br />a balloon tied to the bench<br /><br />a passing cyclist cut the tag<br />and read the verse, left for her<br /><br />we though it strange<br /><br />you showed me the cracks in the wood<br />and the water lapping beneath<br />and the walls we'd built previously<br />cracked too, and your heart lapped<br />my shore, or was it my neck<br />I felt it pounding in both.<br /><br />we didn't walk all the way<br />we didn't need to.<br /><br />remember it?<br />we don't need to go all the way<br />we already have<br />and now, we'll take our time<br />under Ventura Sun, to walk idly<br />with all the time in the world<br />taking it slowly<br />savoring the scent of sea-salt<br />and deciding it's time to go back to the car<br />because it's chilly,<br />and time for a hug.<br /><br />maybe one day we'll reach the end of <br />the Ventura Pier<br />but maybe it doesn't matter<br />my memory of you floats on the water<br />that covers all shores<br />lapping all piers I dive from<br />when my heart joins yours.Neil D Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14732498322003410669noreply@blogger.com0