Just Day I want to sit the day Just to simple dream The storms taste dirty On my skin It is cold on my floor Just to simple dream The floor unforgiving On my skin Ice runs in the fan pushing out the dreams So hard to swallow On my skin I sleep on the notion That there are dreams making the cracks On my day -Robin Paris 2000 Burntfelt Sail above all with sheets of dampened flesh Mountain below, just things clouding before breath Want not to be Burntfelt but fresh To the moving ground, smashed into death To be not you but some other soul filled with joy Myself above, I want it to turn and flip To be not the giant dragon built just to destroy Only a man of needs for other’ lips -Robin Paris 2000 It came to me on a worried night It’s breath felt on my neck I turned to face it’s darkness fright My fear to it did speck Cold black face and snarling eyes Drew my blood into my chest I saw in it, my own demise though this I did not confess Back demon, back devil, back evil thing I bellowed in forge’s wail It stepped closer to me unfolding it’s wings And whipping it’s ungelous tail “Your soul is sweet and sour treat” It told me with pointed smile “While still on your feet I’ll gobble your meat Then your bones I shall defile” -Robin Paris 2000 Bond There it was, the thing I lost but never knew That feeling, inside myself That dream, upon my shelf When all else lied it turned out to be true And it is now alive and growing A thousand worlds for the beholding It is for others to see and misconstrue For them all I do not care Unwise eyes can dumbly stare For there is not one thing that they can do To trodden down the heart to tear the bond apart Because I’ll always be here for you. -Robin Paris 8/18/00 Gnome My heart it beats hard inside my chest my worst of fears have come true To god up above I must now confess there’s nothing left to do My screams are loud but bring no aid Frantic I run for my home I cant believe that it is my fate That i’m killed by a garden gnome. “ oh what did you say?” “A garden gnome” “ the gnome will he slay?” “ he’s on the roam” He’ll chew on your head till way past your dead He’ll squish out your face all over the place He’ll cut out your heart into 22 parts A Gnome be death for theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee super star! thank you -Robin Paris 2000 Veiled Tassels of sympathy, laces of pity. Silk and satin charity on poor touch. Flowers all bloomed in benevolence. That's you. That's you to me, and no one else ever sees. Cheerless whips of studded salted leather. Mournful ropes of depressing wire. Heart-rending blindfolds pulled suffering tight. That's you, That's you to me, and no one cares to see. Blue balloons of sweet tenderness. Children on the wall called solicitude, playing with the kitten of good intention. That's, That is, You to me, and no one else could ever be. Casks of silent dogmatist. Bellicose bottles all sealed fermenting. Foaming zealous fire brand behind smile. That is you, that I love, to me. Can others you know see? -Robin Paris 97 Down Round that bend to the end a kiss a dream a bliss a stream going down again all around again A hand to pushing to squishing down To taste to drowned the face a thing to swell to spell to sing hair to the pull the bare the full and down again to never win -Robin Paris 2000 To The dance Yesterday I smiled, and today it is time for dance I stand before no one Then to the wall of sound I tip a daisy trampled in the wind Hypnotic beat rhythm again again again The sex without sex a mind alone meeting for nothing I dance The blood runs down my tears as I move I am moved by you the hair it falls down my face my arms to their shift the boots move to their own song faster and faster all for not for I cannot change pace I bleed through the knives in my hands and drowned in psycho-chaotic wails -Robin Paris 8/18/2000 Beverly street crack babies Let me tell ya’ little story bout a man named Ed He’d pimp off his own mama just to get a slice of bread he was down in the slums beggin for a little food When off of the ground jumped a giant black dude The notorious b.i.g.- one bad mutha So next thing ya’ know Ed’s flyin’ through the air A big boot print planted on his daryair he picked himself up and began a frantic plea please oh please homie don’t go killing me 187- pop a cap in ya’ -Robin Paris 2000 Suntwirl they say great minds think alike the same be true for the odd but from that what could be the strike To the other masks in the facade Are you there with me in my Tun Am I dancing in your swirl well I guess the truth be won we will meet in Suntwirl A dark happy scary place were the summoner drinks his tea were the silver angel shows his face And then there’s you and me Hide the unicorn from the farm boy on a Saturday night Were the moon brings a calming joy and the ocean is purple bright That is were I love you most and together were we’ll play Now our odd goblets make this toast Not to go our separate way So I smile at you and you at me For the bond is true and our two hearts free -Robin Paris 2000 The dark side. my head raised I see the world before me. It is dark yet I am darker still, so I say. I am the out cast demon I am the Dragon. My long neck pulls my eyes to see the truth. I am closer to the darkness then any I have seen, Yet I am good. Any looks back now are as looking on some other life. I see deep scars upon me. I feel the ghosts of limbs I've lost. I look at my claws, the points gone dull, the blood dried brown. I see and feel these things, but they are like a lie to me now. Now I am Love and Ice. Now compassion instead of just passion. My wings fly not into conflict, but into my lovers arms. I look to the sky with my dragons eyes. I am looking for the toll. These eyes who have known battle a quarter of a century. Now cry upon the peace. In the hall of the mountain king I kneel and I pray to deserve this. -Robin Paris 2000 Silverarium I sit before you and curse your name They jolt from me as lightning And know that I hate all that is inside you If you fall I shall be there to place my boot You stole my Silver and you turned it to mush It shall be the tool I use to destroy you -Robin Paris 2000 My favorite Cube Saw this which is this It made the thoughtfulness big in Hand But I never knew My favorite cube I never emancipated it I never lied though so I don’t know My favorite cube but, I’m Okay. -Robin Paris 2000 Fist Man fist man he goes all beating up the world fist man is a muscular thing for your eyes Fist man needs only the most basic things from girls Fist man has shiny biceps and tree trunk thighs Fist man is gonna’ get you too Fist man has testosterone vision And penis of power rings -Robin Paris 2000 Are your feet too big for your life? -Robin Paris 2000 A hand in the mossy bush is worth two rolling birds on a stone. -Robin Paris 2000 Quis Cestodiet ipsos Cestodies “ Who will guard the guards themselves “ -? ????BC Raze of the Right In darkness, the breath is felt Though the scabbard is full, the whimpering comes Waiting ever waiting for the smite to be dealt Blood flowing black on the wings of a fear A terror so real with ominous smoke Can there truly be protecting of what is held dear if death chooses it instead In the black, the ice is known It murders the feeling in the skin In that abhorrent, the demon is sown and the forever unknown stands proud A laugh so evil and mocking comes real Darkest blood stabbed out to the night That is what it is to feel The Raze of the Right -Robin Paris 2000 Dragon Wings Today is the flight on dragons wings The flight past the moon and the stars A trip to something real that was only a hope and a dream Across a sea, over a city, down through the meadow of the soul In hand a kindred spirit to hold Across devils, and darkness into the night of the free Holding on to dragons wings and the promise of things to be -Robin Paris 2000 Can’t Can’t sleep for wanting hours Can’t think for pictures come Can’t climb the stretching towers Of were it was I came from Can’t remember the ignorance Can’t bear the knowledge pain Can’t wait for the honor of bliss Just to speak with you again Can’t eat for what it does me Can’t walk the night away Can’t Know just what I see But I know I’ll be Okay. -Robin Paris 2000 “ If you eat your own sword, There is no need for you to fight. “ -Robin Paris 2000 Inemmortal Sitting at my window I see the world before me. I tap on the reflection in the glass. I see the trees bending, I see the green stopped by the road. There is a change in the wind. Something wicked this way comes, but I am stuck to stare. So I look ahead instead of flee. I feel the unnamed terror like fire deep inside. The glass it warps and turns and bows. I put my hand to it, to feel it’s texture. Cold to the touch it burns deep. It takes all that I am and know, and throws it to the floor. The eyes of the beast look into me. Nothing is all that I am now. A puff of smoke to the ceiling fan. -Robin Paris 2000 Mathematics A Sunning tree, A thing of the strange A ceiling Fan, A thing out of range A Silver Rain, A sight of the pure A clogging drain, A sight of the sewer -Robin Paris 2000 Swallow Chew Swallow Chew, And Then You Die -Robin Paris 2000 Never Piss in your own cereal. - Robin Paris 2000 It is much easier to bleed than to cut. -Robin Paris 2000 There is always a table reserved in my mouth for my foot. -Robin Paris 2000 It is much more fun to cut than it is to bleed. -Robin Paris 2000 If Hot cakes sell so well, Why don’t I ever see anyone selling them. -Robin Paris 2000 Black Earth I took a walk in the alone streets. There were merry apparitions about the grounds. I tasted the dust in the words they spoke. There was a little dog more purple than gray. I bent down and kissed it on it’s little head and said “ I wish the best for you my friend, Only rainbows and kisses forever your days.” The dog said not a thing but smiled it’s tail instead. It walked down the street with maybe food on it’s mind And I walked on. I Met a man on a wall were the wet to him did not reach. I tipped my hat to him saying nothing, but a look that spoke. It said “ I know you, though your face I have never seen. I was there when you were on that wall in your mind, and I know.” He flipped his pretend hat to me as if to say the same. He disappeared behind my ear as the streets moved closer on. I sang a sad song to the wind without breath in my head. The one ahead of me heard the song and gave forth a smile. She was a musician with an eldest violin that sang. I stopped and stood next to her beauty as if to say “ I am you my friend, and I wish only to stand for you. “ She kissed me with her long bow as if to say, “thank you.” I kissed her soul goodbye in my mind and stepped on. I stared at my black pants, I looked into my black shirt. I stopped to touch my black shoes. They were wet. Rubbing the earth between my fingers, I tasted the texture. “Black earth has it’s own friends”, I said But no one understood. I wrapped myself up in my long black coat, like it was my soul. I looked at the reflection in the puddles as I passed. “Grim and beautiful monster” I thought, “Alone in Eye”. I kissed my fingers touching them to my forehead I sighed. And then walked. The bones in my fingers were oh so dry and pale. I began to sign, and I spoke the complicated words. A Bellicose soul stopped my hands and looked into me. She said. “ You don’t know what you are saying dear. “ But I did, and no one understood. -Robin Paris 2000(c)2003 UnduePublishing Poeta Caeruleus Ego basiare abnoba Abnoba Basiare Ego Fulmen obscurus antitheus Profugere, Fuga, apud optare Ego ater Poeta Videre Abnoba hiemalis Letum, obitus, ceterum Ego videre Tenebricosus Fulmen Caeruleus antitheus Poeta Philema orcus collum Ego Basiare abnoba -Robin Paris 2000 Where Froggie? Where was the frog that croaked at me I looked but it was hiding away It knew that I wasn’t of it’s creed Though I croaked back to it if to say “ Come hop the hop we hop so well It’s a beautiful night in this bog.” But toads rule emotion by sense of smell So it knew that I wasn’t a frog. -Robin Paris 2000 “If there is blood in your stool you might be okay, but if there is stool in your blood I think you better make your peace with God. “ -Robin Paris 2000 1992 Reckless to wisdom free Pits of despair open into rain They pour fondness and new beginning from death -Robin Paris 2000 Johnny wakes from a long night of tortured sleep and sees his life as Shit and crumbs but feels now wisdom instead of the usual morning wood complimented by a hangover. He sits in his filthy kitchen and begins ,for the first time in his short life, to write down his thoughts and feelings about things that are most important to him. After his epiphany, came his tragic demise as a fruit truck drove into his kitchen, killing him and several nearby cockroaches instantly, the driver survived. Letter to you I do not know, I am and I will be Letter to the record executives, You are the death of all orgasms You are plenty buzz kill Letter to gun owners of America, Please put your weapons Where your used food comes to Letter to communist idealists, Please take off your pink party dress and get off of the flag you live under Letter to the boy scouts, You do not have to grab every snake in the woods Letter to the givers, Money helps but a genuine smile is the god of understanding Letter to the one who reads this, Can you see that joy is another way to sin, and sin is the seed of prosperity in that case? - Johnny J. Fortune 1979 -Robin Paris 2000 The Attack of the Evil Gay Bananas from Hell Song Evil banana in my brain going insane, yeah mamma insane hell bent banana in my head Gonna’ kill me dead Gonna kill me dead *Chorus1* Evil banana - Evil Banana Evil banana, don’t eat me Evil banana - Evil banana , get those Nilla’s away God please Evil banana rock the damn town Satan is your ruler and you make me go down banana, banana, bana and the Anna Banana, banana, making me go down Evil banana rock this damn burning town *Chorus2* Down bananas - Down bananas Bananas’ going down Dead bananas - dead bananas Bananas slipping to the ground killin’ bananas with my uszie all day Bananas are gay, Bananas are gay Evil bananas won’t slip back into me setting the world banana free. *Chorus1* *Chorus2* - Robin Paris 2000 I would like to note that this is probably my best work with lyrics, I am therefore offering this song to any willing to produce it. Nilla wafers is a trademark of the Nabisco corporation Newkemp NJ, all rights reserved. No bananas were harmed in the writing of these lyrics. Images are fictitious, any similarities to actual bananas, alive or dead, is purely coincidental and in no other way related to existing bananas. The term “Gay” in above stated material is in the context of happiness rather than sexual orientation and therefore in no way is meant to offend or insinuate that homosexual fruit is by any means evil or affiliated with Satan. Robin Paris is in no way affiliated or supportive to the minions of Satan or his armies in Hell. Robin Paris is a trademark of Paris Press ,Jacksonville FL. est. 1994 Taboo Role Call Wipe my ass with the American flag Use the term Fag Club to death a baby seal Say that I hate Ally Mcbeal Rip up a picture of the Pope Hand out to children the latest in dope Walk publicly naked holding a knife threaten the presidents life use various vibrating and tubular toys sit in a theater and make lots of noise Use the term pussy repeatedly in church Force police to give me a full cavity search shout fire at a burn victims clinic give cookies to strangers with acid cooked in it humping my guests legs as they enter start shooting people at a shopping center go to a party in a pretty pink dress refer to my mother as a nice set of breasts slap someone’s kid in the back of the head slit someone’s throat and laugh as they bled Dance the full Monte at a PTA meeting Stalk Courtney Love then give her a beating Teach 3 year olds the real dirty words give somebody your own homemade sugar turds Tell an anorexic that she looks really fat feed your friends pet hamster to your cat sing “Stayin’ Alive” at a strangers funeral Tell a body builder that his penis is small French kiss the body at your friends grandma’s wake put a family of squirrels in your oven set it to bake while at a restaurant stick hush puppies into your butt Go to any play ground and start handing out smut anal rape a hunter with his own shot gun and that’s all there is for Taboo Role Call #1 -Robin Paris 2000 Wiccotic She was the one in black She blamed the word for evil But I knew she was a lie when I saw it so shrill it was a blanket all laid out before me a candle blew in the wind but all I could see was a fat wrong. - Robin Paris 2000 Wrong I’ve made these mistakes my whole fucking life like blood down my back they pour Though I knew of the stakes I took them with strife To these mistakes I am a whore I die a little inside every time I see like blood down my back they rain they stick hard to me like a guide of the mistakes that make me To these mistakes there is no gain -Robin Paris 2000 “ A Toaster is not also a lover that makes you toast.” - Robin Paris 2000 “ If you stick your tongue out at the mirror, you are really sticking your tongue out at yourself. “ -Robin Paris 2000 “ Sex is violent. “ - Perry Ferral different I sit and contemplate how it is how it was and how I have changed I concede that there has been a little but I am still the same maybe wisdom has grown maybe doors have been shut maybe you see me changed but I am still the same just because they perceive me as different than before I look in and see the furniture all moved around but I am still the same changed to a degree but still the same - Robin Paris 2000 Mayo in my eyes Sandwiches eat my face away I feel the mayonnaise in my eyes as I am devoured life turns to gray and I start collecting flies and I say “ Hey, Hey I’m dead “ but no one heard what I said I put on a ghastly disguise and find the place deserted I feel the mayonnaise in my eyes could this have been averted? and I yell “ Hey, Hey I’m Dead! “ but I only speak to sandwiches the turkey on rye in my head That now seems so suspicious hey, hey I’m Dead -Robin Paris 2000 KeraSalina go to the water bend to drink taste the fodder smell the stink You are my liquid you give life but It’s bad your petty trife makes me sad I drink you anyway and vomit you out and you spray from my spout i’m as disgusted as you someone I trusted untrue I drink anyway and hold down hope to pray I drowned - Robin Paris 2000 Lenore ( a tribute to the little dead girl of Roman Dirges mind ) Oh sweet Lenore With skull clips in your hair Oh dead Lenore With that unblinking stare We love you little cute one There is some of you in us all Try to stay out of the sun And follow the Ravens’ call Oh little dead Lenore how we love you - Robin Paris 2000 Stabberation of the Generation Ice pick poking, punching, stroking And the teens dance on Fat bat bop, pummel, Pop With teen faces strong Chain-saw cutting, ripping, sputtering And the teens cheer along big guns blurring, tickering, turning With the beat to the generations song - Robin Paris 2000 Carrot with a Kitty Head- Three bounce up and down on your own rotten corpse for now you are the one who is dead kiss but don’t miss it through your mind it absorbs wipe your ghost on the floor all crimson red Soon will come pain as your snatched up by the hordes to the hell made for you in your head This is what happens when you’re adrenaline whores and love the carrot with a kitty head. - Robin Paris 2000 “ dwelling on death is natural, death dwelling on you is supernatural.” - Robin Paris 2000 Pj You’re crazy you’re sexy you’re cool and your gay You’re Jesus you’re monster you’re Mary and gray I just want this to say You’re dressed up you’re naked you’re tied up and free You’re standing You’re forsaken You’re loving to me I just want you to see I want you watching me, just me - Robin Paris 2000 “ let go of spaghetti for it is the purest of all evil. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Earth Pie Song I want pie but I can’t see any pie so I make pie from you and the world The earth is pie Lots of fucking pie Pie is goodness Pie is inside I Hate pie Ankle Pie, bacon Pie, Cutie Pie, depressive Pie, Eagle Pie, Faggot Pie, Gardener Pie, Happiness Pie, Icicle Pie, Jackal pie, Killing Pie, Lady Pie, man Pie, negative pie, Octopus pie, Paper pie, Queen pie, Rectum pie, Slippery pie, Toddler Pie, Underwear Pie, victim Pie, Weasel Pie, Xenophobe Pie, Yearning pie, Zulu pie. I Love pie - Robin Paris 2000 Wasteland Ride on the open trail up to the place she stood. Get from your horse get on your knees and kiss the ground. I never waited for you, but I miss you anyway. Hold up your hands to the heaven she stands in. See the sun filter through your fingers. I never wanted to lose her, but I couldn’t hold her back. - Robin Paris 2000 Sacrament I am grateful for a drink to wash it away I am grateful not to think and forget that I have strayed Blood in my hands blood on my mouth I drink another down Blood on my family blood on my spouse and I drowned In the blood of Christ - Robin Paris 2000 obsession of the chicken feather all feathers I only eat the black ones pleasure all pleasure I only use my best gun brock, brock, brock chickens in my mind Tock, click, clock it’s chicken time -Robin Paris 2000 Monster downstairs I got a fuzzy creature I keep it down stairs where no one can reach her she hides beneath her hairs it’s hunger cannot be killed I try to feed it steaks but the monster has just one thrill it only eats man-snakes it’s evil is untamed I don’t know what to do forever I am shamed for the man-snakes it goes through one fine day I called on a priest but he only shook his head so I tried to starve the beast but I feed it more instead when I go out I hear it’s whine and to the meat market I go I grab them up three at a time she eats two up fast, the other one slow she savors the game and it’s taste I cover my eyes to see not the show and forever it seems I am defaced the monster continues to grow. - Robin Paris 2000 Refrigerator just You are stupid in your mind you’ve lost what you can’t find so you turn yourself to Spam snorting things that kill you man and you search for the cheap high can in your nose, why don’t you try then it shuts down your fool brain now you can’t go back again you could have been someone great but now your thoughts you gravitate to a can found in a harmless place to the world a fucking disgrace but you do it again anyway like chef says “huffing is gay” don’t you fucking’ see it that your mind will turn to shit and you try to take others down to make a death toll on your mound your reasons now so far lost now you’ve come close to it’s cost a little three second high 1,000,000 brain cells die I should ring your foolish neck for taking the innocent on your trek but I guess you don’t want to be the only for even the fool can grow terribly lonely I think you ,long ago, needed more hugs you never got them so it’s on to cheap drugs try once more to kill your friends with you God herself will never guess what I’ll do throw your own life away, who cares but around the others I have set these flares though you will never know this rhyme you will pay dearly for your crime. - Robin Paris 2000 dedicated to Justin - “ clean yourself off. “ farm-o-see I eat poo so should you makes me high won’t you try I snort poo yes I do eggs do fry why can’t I I shoot poo feels so true I can fly now I die - Robin Paris 2000 “ It’s enough to make you angry, but alas it never does. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Perfect Pine Cone I walk through the forest of souls before me I look only to the ground for solace I see pine cones on the earth, scattered illumination I find one bent by the bitter tasting winds touching it I absorb it’s thoughts as it does mine a cloud of determination encompasses my scalp you are the perfect pine cone I thought to it in a tone unspoken it answered my un-statement “ You are the one who comes every day, you pick me up and speak nothing, I hate you. “ but the perfect cone all torn by adversity stayed I just shriveled down, and mortifully whined to the void on the earth I laid as the trees gathered around they blocked the nourishment that holds me to this coil and I fizzle out to nothing but smoke in the fingertips of God. - Robin Paris 2000 notatious riddlings to you the reader whom I obviously see Now you have looked on to these works to the point of this. It comes to your mind, what in the hell is his problem? You may know and love me and to you I Love I say “ Chaos is it’s own order. “ I stick these poems and limericks together in no order but chaos. Note the above statement in quotes. I am unkind to my readers in this true, but if your eye is bold, you can sort through it. If you are lost by my very specific art, stay lost. next is my riddle to you, it may seem madness as well, or is it? witch from my heart, witch from my head? Which witch I wish is the one who is fed Flying in sky or rotting in ground? If flies started rotting they’d do it down town. Morkis and pentrails or wickering ale? the tastes mostly wonder on the wind in my sail. Happy and evil are they but the same? hell if I know but they both bring great shame. Penises pounding and pieces they fly? just a fun thing to ponder in the wink of a pie. Murder and blood and death and disease? ever watch movies that contained all of these? one minute funny why the next so depressing? To this I say fuck you, just keep right on guessing. Wow a bit hostile are you angered inside? I hold not the anger but my own tortured pride. Speak often of chaos in things that you say. mornicalation introvlin strombauy. Are you a genius or just a big nut? well to this I am to answer, chicken butt. So that is it a brief explanation of my works of art , such as they are. If you squint just right you may just enjoy them. -Robin Paris - Paris Anomaly Sorrow and the Raven In this eye the bridges break like bread and the sea never parts for anyone anymore Sorrow and the Raven sigh to what is to be Knuckles turn white in the golden afternoon of pain And bruises of love sprout from the fists of blindness Sorrow and the Raven solace one another till the night And myself I feed on the souls of the damned and the taste is never as sickening sweet as the scent Sorrow and the Raven are the ones who feel the ominous in the fire - Robin Paris 2000 Chair there is a metal bird in flight that is not a plane it picks up it’s mites on the zealous of the lame the gimp flesh crawlers all beat on it’s skin but their teeth do no cutting on the feathered tin - Robin Paris 2000 Adventure head What a view from the pike at this castle wall I see the world in new splendor There is a dryness only found in the wind and in fall That precedes my now unknown gender My mouth it just hangs in tortured scream a blood crusted grim pictured mask Now it is nothing say nothing to dream and my head still sits up for the task - Robin Paris 2000 Simple Tasks Simple tasks we are given each day but still we get away to child’s play All the needed undone all the battles are never won “ Simple Tasks” she only asks from we The toys so shiny so, so pretty So we are fucked with the toys We are devoured by the drugging joys Simple little thing, simple little wishes Some of us cannot reap simple riches “Simple Tasks” is all they will sputter and spray but the outside calls for us to escape to child’s play. - Paris Anomaly Tuesday, July 28, 1998 Round I said nothing to you, and you the same to me Why red is always true, and it’s the thing the lame won’t see BURST THE MONSTERS THE ROUND EYED BEASTS POP OPEN EACH ONE OF THEIR FACES AND FEAST I said nothing to you, and they not a stitch You do, and the eyes go round the lids set to twitch THE STABBING GOES WESTWARD, AND YOU ARE THE KNIFE THE BLOODY GETS TO GORE, AND I WILL LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE - Paris Anomaly Tuesday, July 28, 1998 It wasn’t the thing I thought it was after all Years I sit upon tremor grounds tears they split fond hindered sounds and I dared not to dream for all those days and sighs glared hot stream, four walls hold my ways It wasn’t the thing I thought it was after all It doesn’t ever sing, I thought it doesn’t fall hold me in the cold water, I need a shoulder today you told in glee’s fodder, the weeds stole her away now after years, death is weighed in pounds I sit on tears, breath all stained and bound. it wasn’t Love. -Paris Anomaly 1997 Screaming for Breast Urge of will mounted this disdain I feel of sipping tea of the dead in my home away from paradise leveling the torture of the unquenchable lust felt deep inside the walls of Birth Child screaming for Breast of the beast of burden in my ears The sticky fountain of hate to gallop on and out into the plane carrying a suicidal passion for life unending torment as the trespasses gather in the church to see all the wrenching dogs vomit to the smell of corruption in the arrow pointing north of the existential marmalade wishes of the weak negativity in what is Anomaly to know that Paris is preciously burning up the son of pistoles add insanity to normalcy in a world gone to marijuana and anal pleasures upon an open deceiving mask of tolerance screaming for breast softening freshness and smells eating the dementia canopy of what I call god rendered sensitized to the pinkest places to taste overture inside and tangled messing flavorful weakness in heart for blood quiver fantasy all rebelled and kissing the screaming sunken children lost in the metropolis called necropolis to the mental denting maturity nevaR and never landing on the thoughts of what is under the closet door poised to pounce RIPPING the mangled flesh of conformity Wrapped up as a mosquito bites and bruises on my and I and any ones cheerful neck all beaten with blades of well rounded cereal companies in the evening of destruction called “ Television eastern standard falsified documentation “ in the hour after hot swallowed ejection swallowed as scoops of artificial sugar lactating and screaming for breast and maybe another time something primal and not heavy on the stomachs of man to breed forth stupidity unchallenged for generations to come called bigotry and mallowed strife is true to understand the pain of another footed storm from the mind of the Child called sheep in a dream to be wolves in the Harlem of MASION DE’ SANITE’ say screaming for breath mounting horses tit with teeth of greed is the picture painting society to 9 to 5 hallowed ground and Sunday sin of cake and fucking ancestral trees to extinction, we call it love we call it comfort we call live psychics and dry hump the feet of Jesus to the sounds wet ears and lies to soul creatures in crimson deliverance from an asylum with the screaming of pigs to burning Jews to screaming breasts let go of my fire they know not what I prove to be what we call steady squealing hum and again a shaft into the mouth of lead to stomachs of man to breed the acid of strife called stupidity or incest or sheep that bleck out fountains of lightning as an Idols’ feet saturate with bloodiest uncreation wasted the tears that follow the scream for breast. - Paris Anomaly 1997 settle down whore Settle down on a peace that is in sleep trains they go by, external in line screech forward metal, sparks arching leaps crackle and chirping, and a steady whine tearing up in the home, the home morbid hobo delusions the trip dreamily so shivery a mouth of foam crust filled and broken, home skyline strip settle down on a hell that is darkness way homes they blur on by, sporadic and sparse sticking all to the form in the hay were sleep is the gods’ silly farce marring up the patchwork Jeans Take onto self the auto-erotic escape to paradise roaches all as if running the means the fantasy pertaining soulfully fueled browning rice settle down on a dream that is vivid pollen all floats by, rainstorm of fluff and spring frowning with weight, a large katydid all is murderless, Life existing as the only thing flames of sunny warmness parting the breeze none is none and one holds to floating stream matted blue hues mark dirty pink knees strain a wading mouth of these coated in cream settle down on the blood that is flowing shrill stabbing motions of passion unjust splatter on painting wishes all glowing stomp out in snuffs all twisted called lust red eyed covered the lids’ hooded souls tethered snapped crushing the hope putting hands unmercifully over heaving holes hanging in sickness all dead from a rope Settle down on a knowing that it is every day life going by, unripping and evented sipping on coffee, after mushy lay Ego all Ego never felt or dented on with the tie, on with the coat kiss the mate out the safety door into the plain with monotony tote mouthing no wishes as an inner gear whore. -Paris Anomaly 1997 Purple Song of aggression the angst the oppression. deliver it to me through flattened vein sing of it sweetly the wall of noise, filling up my mouth with purple blood and pain lay me so hard it bites the anger on my lips, tower over the buzzing pulsing light violence of the violets poised all in her hair whimper loud enough to rattle this flight down the octaves in tone with wailing hum, it’s all good in the endings and the calm rubbing crusted gold from dear left arm, pray to me it sings in psychedelic psalm float above myself lover if your there, cloud up the angel music dripping the road killing me feelings wet hair all mingled, then as again the sample heaven corrode. -Paris Anomaly 1997 Paint The hands of the man in the painting holding my fists and I scream again in dreams at his bleeding wrists possessed by the picture of my brother long years passed in my mind rage is queered by love in this caste not letting go and I to be free of this forever till death every summers the same, you creep in through my breath painting my eyes all red in what I hate, the pain the hurt every season is intensified, and I am Kane marked for every wailing soul to see, inside killing no killing lord, and I know that you died the room inside of me I hang this gold frame inside is you were my riot is boldly tamed I’d murder you now, but you hold my fists and I scream for now, yours’ are my wrists - Paris Anomaly 1997 Poison deal with the passion fondness doesn’t define what we call fashion or the morally divine everything is simple explain this today press the temples and let this flay it’s all taste that’s all it can be if we all face it put so simply tongue does tell what is good inside tongue does well to be undefined eyes can be fooled touch sometimes lies smell can be cooled sound sometimes fries good or bad tongue will tell happy or mad has no smell on and on it’s fine taste me please I taste more like wine than disease taste to tell you to eat devour me today I am hinted with sweet taste is the way that’s it . . . . . . good. - Paris Anomaly 1997 there is a mind in mind that is always kind the kind who loves to unwind those that wined and whine over the things they will never find Jack he loved me, yes he loved me, then he died. it was so wrong to lead him on all dead before me like a banana peal I cried just seeing him on the lawn my grass my grass it’s up his ass and staining my orchids - Paris Anomaly 1998 free world stains masturbate more stains free love more stains matricide stains again a world of clean white sheets world free sodomy stains treats crumbs, stains - Paris Anomaly 1998 “ Filth. “ - Robin Paris 2000 scarred trust Mistrust is all you have for me but you see the bloody knife as I hold it over your head I promise not to kill you That glimmer of hate you see reflecting your face in my eyes a paper white mask of death I say to you “ trust me. “ - Robin Paris- 2000 In Your eyes Soul feelings and old surreal links is this occelous I draw in from you. Within them is the pull, I take them to see full, and complete this picture of noon. In your eyes we illustrate and be it consummate the twinkling in the sky. I feel it deep inside, I deal the weeping tide, that consumes the harbored breath. You love, a look, a crime, a rhyme, and coyly look away. I shoved and shook. A whine, the sign of deepness in today. In your eyes I breath, I seethe under my souls simple toy-like skin. Partner this glance. This royal trance, a marching soldier in monsoon green. In your eyes ( Your wise to know I stand) upright the riche of black love. See me, through me, to me, drug me with lashes to you. Be me, elude me, glue me, shrug me this, the trash saloon. In your eyes the miles drip through, and do the things to me I hate. Rape is the tool your eyes do me cruel, and flaunt their strengths on my meek. Paris Anomaly - 1996 When you die your dead (Restored) Well I finally see the light of this philosophy When you die your dead. That’s all, that’s it. no shit. no shit? no shit! If you are dim, I’ll say it again. When you die your dead. That’s all, that’s it. no shit. no shit? no shit! - Paris Anomaly 1989 Just another pig ( restored ) You think your beautiful, you think your strong. well look a little closer, too bad cos’ your wrong. Just another pig. You dress up so special, you think your so cool. You may dress so pretty, but remember my rule. Your just another pig. - Paris Anomaly 1989 Cake Rape Bars of candy blocking escape cake is evil, a cake rape let me go fondling fudge why do you spoil, why spoil? spread me out like mayonnaise giving these fingers a sweaty glaze it all lives along my skin My worst enemy, My only friend Eat you, I eat you till there is pain Taking you inside me and, what do I gain? weight, all these extra bits of flesh Rape the cake while it’s fresh and rape the quietly cake rape- there is no escape. - Paris Anomaly 1997 The way I Love him A love so big in this chest it kills every step away from him It’s like death to see the way he is and know one else can see The way I love him Never to touch again his face Never to run my hand in his hair and I see him every time the way I love him Pushed back I was changed Pushed I cannot feel the same and he doesn’t see me anymore the way I love him If only to kiss those lips and know the Love so deeply expressed and not have the void before us the way I love him there was even a night I thought there would be less pain out of life and I could slump down to the floor the way I love him It is the worst to love this way it is the worst for it has one side and he will never know the way I love him. Robin Paris 2000 Little one in the dark Never fear it may come it’s wings of death all spread and no one can foretell the sum of the carrot with a kitty head I can sneak up behind you, veiled in night and death shall dance with you little one Sneak up behind you, turn off your light before the evil shine of the sun. - Robin Paris 2000 The Darker Road I see you in your beautiful gowned for the moon. You look so intensely to the air around yourself. What is it you are looking for dear one? I could walk you to the place you cannot find. I could almost feel it and I know it’s home. My arms are strong but I cannot carry you. Your dress is so beautiful, but I see it’s sadness. I wanted to walk with you, but I cannot go back. I stand here now waiting for you, so patiently. I hope so that your road is bright with the moon. My walk I walked alone in the treacherous black. I had no dress of beauty to guide my way along I had no moonlight unto which I could be bathed. It was the darker road that twists into the brush. It was the lonely path in which you see before me. Your untold secrets stand before you in the night. They hide in the folds of your wondrous pitch gown. I see their eyes so glowing red and dark around you. My arms so strong, cannot carry you away from this. You will walk the bright road of night, leaving behind the sadness and the pain, and the demons you cannot see. - Robin Paris 2000 Flower Flower on the side of the mind grown in piles of dung but still wondrous with wander lust to find reaching for the sun - Robin Paris 2000 The Parted Tripping to the ground your knees red There is my matted fingers to bring you up With the unwilling pride you stand alone you stand alone I feel your face in my sun drenched eyes And though it is a wicked one it is still a smile In this transforming and foaming heat you stand alone We run away from the end of the untamed story Our breath catching the burning in our stapled lungs Your lips apart in the way of the parted breath you stand alone In the tall emerald grasses we together lay nothing coming at all in any form of anything The flesh falls from our bones to show the white In the blankness of the socketed holiness of the eyes you stand alone - Robin Paris 2000 “ Just a wish to bite the neck of my master, just the dream to taste of his blood inside me. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Slap I never need for the things you say are real and I look through you to the other side of everything blood dripping down my face I scream in it all I tear through it as through my mind it runs like quickest wet Farther down I look through you and your outstretched hand to slap my face I scream at the nothing, at the void, at the abyss and you look into my eyes and I look into my future I see one of us dead and I don’t care which it might be For the end will be the same as the stench. - Robin Paris 2000 Smelled Idea, given, taken, torn. Love, dropped, untouched, un-sworn. Hate, fostered, felt-up, fingered. Treachery, stapled, lusted, lingered Idea, Handed, Rubbed, Raped Love, tested, exhumed, escaped Hate, groped, yielded, yelled Treachery, twisted, suckled, smelled. - Robin Paris 2000 Dead End Shame I was in the park of my mind when you came. You were my friend, and I loved you with my everything. You tried to take it all away with your bitter deeds. Now I do not know what I can possibly feel inside. I still feel you, I still feel the pain as you stole my dignity. What can I be worth now, you have taken this part of me. Nothing left on my bench now but stains and cold. I used to feel strong, but you held me still until I left. A blistered bruised shell, the cracks run in deep. I remember your smile, and how it looks to me now in mind. I still sit in my park, in the blackness that is left behind. I can only smell blood in the air, mixed with your sent. Now the park is my un-shifting tomb of my own shame. When I could no longer keep your anger from inside of me I could not scream anymore, I could only crack and break. I thought I would die, so I wished I would die, but I still move. I cannot get you out of me like the thief that never leaves. I trusted you as my friend, so it is all my fault I see now. Circles flood my head and you are looped inside all of this. I can no longer fight and it will consume me as you did. The worst, thing I feel the most, Is your seed deep within. Can I hide this enormous horrible from all seeing it? Can I continue to mask my tortured and dead end shame? Can the others see him shoving me down over and again? I thought I would die, so I wish I would die, yet I still move. - Robin Paris 2000 Snake Circle Inside the cup is the tea Inside the tea some of me Inside of me a little wish Inside the wish a wavy dream Inside the dream is the cup Inside the cup is the tea - Robin Paris 2000 Hide I broke the face of adversity today I glued it back together before anyone knew But I am getting better everyday So what can you do? - Robin O’Radley Paris 2000 Guts up So sick to the corner of the bed Like the sheets all tight and white The trick is not to run to the head Like the one so bright not to fight - Robin Paris 2000 Pulling the lip Call it a crazy thing if you wish but I live to pull on the lips a coffee can, a jar of peanuts I pull on the lip of society I pull on the lips till the scream pulling the lip is what is Love. - Robin Paris 2000 “ I was once told I have a fluffy bunny in my pants, I don’t know what that means. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Ugly Undone Porches away I stare and there you are a visions dream a silk with no seam And you once were so well you know. - Robin Paris 2000 Stormier Blood moon to the clouds bleed light sparks destruction through the air Crust flaking the silence The greenery all black moves and turns No breezes to this but heartbeats instead - Robin Paris 2000 Penetration and Devotion Pull the attic over your dial don’t peep as it is not yours to descry I scurry my forefinger to your lateral edge your surface tremors by the torridity of now I experience the yielding splinter of your furtive gap Humid like an indestructible current of pyre I osculate extended to your fork and you plaint amorously I shift my mouth and tang your ravishing luxuriance You draw my main up to cross yours, and apertures conjoin with my grip graze your bosom, I lunge within your core a backfire of rhapsody as we bray our physiques mutually After what suggested infinity in delectation it springs We howl as I disperse into Devotion and fire My only paramour until expiration of my essence I Love You - Robin Paris 2000 Changing Hands I hold it to the light and see The hands before me I have a hand in justice and it screams I have a hand of torture that bleeds there is a hand of love that forever dreams and a hand of future that throws many seeds - Robin Paris 2000 Worldly Petting my neck with whips of futility hopelessness and the overture of the will in man put my head in other hands and cry a deepness beyond drifting trials in wilderness keep Petting my neck with bickering and the petty sway endeavoring nothingness and omnipotent blindness I Put my head in other hands and they carry it away. - Robin Paris 2000 Beach Rip of my fingers and throw them down to dirt stop them over and over till they are as the dust Standing at the shore I drip down into the sand And your laughing hurts me worse than the pain Hacking me down by the knees you smile as I scream You fling them to the sea to were they will always hurt And your pointing is more humiliating than my nudity as I drip down under the sand -Robin Paris 2000 Battle of the Hordes I take my leave of you, dear there is the journey ahead But I shall return, have no fear They will not turn me up dead On the road again with horses and swords With the devil ready for the attack Prepare for the battle of the Hordes Courage making up for the yeoman’s’ lack Over Beezle, On Bael, and Lucifer ready Destroy the souls that are armored and nearing Set your bows taunt, keep those shields steady I can see the “noble“ knights’ around the first clearing In the air the smell of death grows stronger Making the men nervous so they grab tight to their steeds There is evil afoot and no time left now to ponder It is known that the first to fall is the first to the feed I apologize mistress for bothering you But your man has fallen in our noble war He fought valiantly and his heart remained true Our cause was one he so gladly did die for Tonight we dine on the flesh of these men And drink to our lord with their current Tonight we choke the God with our sin Our lord and our masters unholy intent. -Robin Paris 2000 “A growl as to say “ stay back” and I concede.” - Robin Paris 2000 King I never told you what you mean to me and these wishes now so tear up my thoughts I cursed you and sold you So it is mine the pain which I am rout - Robin Paris 2000 Compassion A tiny mandarin orange in the corner of the room, tries I only stare in zombie eyes to it and it’s battle After the months of waiting for freedom it slowly dies And I only stare unblinking through it’s browning way I could have picked her up at any time, and saved her I don’t even know now if I wanted to or not, so I shall stay I turn brown and sink into myself even more As the orange turns to liquid in the corner on the wood I haven’t moved at all and my eyes are sore I turn to liquid, in peace. - Robin Paris 2000 “ If you go on going this way, and then go that way, You will be there, but at what cost?” - Robin Paris 2000 “ How many times exactly do you have to say a word before it loses all meaning? “ - Robin Paris 2000 One Shot The early sent of lavender mixed with dried blood stirred the sleeping Cenobia to consciousness. Though she had not yet opened her eyes, she was painfully aware of the suns morning brightness. Laying still she struggled to remember were she was. She vaguely recalled a battle. There were cries of rage and pain echoing through her mind. What was the reason for the battle, she could not recall. She bordered drearily in that strange place between asleep and awake before finally opening her eyes to see her surroundings. Sitting up she viewed the aftermath in the intense illumination of day. Dead bodies and pieces of such littered the sloping hills ahead. Cenobia could see the priests were making there way across the used battlefield. They stopped to pray over each of the fallen. As in their custom, They touched the corpses foreheads with a holy paste, known as Marten. This explained the smell of lavender, which was the main ingredient of Marten. It’s pleasant smell was said to coax the frightened souls to leave the confinement of the body, and seek the astral plain. Cenobia , now fully conscious, remembered being thrown to the ground by something powerful. The blow must have knocked her unconscious, she thought. Her muscles ached fiercely, but Cen stood. Her bare legs felt sticky with filth and the gore of her destroyed attackers. She needed ale, she needed a bath, and most of all she needed to find her companions. It had been a week since they were separated. Though she prided herself as a lone-wolf, she missed them terribly. What has become of her new friend Shea Wilson? Shea knows nothing of the terrors in this chaotic world, and even with Grimal’s tutelage, the danger for her is still great. Cen pushed these nagging worries away and began her trek through the body littered field back to the village. The door opened, and the light of the summers sun poured in upon the taverns’ patrons. The light forced all to squint as the unwelcome rays attacked their retinas. A dark figure stepped through the light into the taverns suffocating duskiness. The patrons, that were helplessly frozen by the cursed daylight, were set free. They once again were able to drown in their ale as the door softly closed behind the entering stranger. The air inside the tavern reeked heavily of mold and stale body stench. Every corrupted soul that ever was or will be, seemed to exist in this tavern, indulging themselves in darkness and cherry wine. “ What’ll it be, sir?” asked the polished and swollen barkeep, as the dark stranger took a seat at the bar. “ Ale. “ said the unmistakably female voice of the stranger, as she removed the hood from her trail worn black cloak. The quiet unbleached skin of her face, was tight to the well defined structure of her bones. Her fiery copper hair flowed down inside her cloak, making it impossible to judge it’s true length. Her long pointed ears listed outward slightly, claiming the posture (in her race) of intense thought. Her slightly slanted deep purple eyes, focused inward, gave her face a grim quality. The barkeep gave a long vigorous glance at the stranger before turning to fetch the ale. The barkeeps’ were not the only eyes soaking up her image. Their mugs of ale and glasses of wine went for long moments untouched. Their orbs sliced into her with the ferocity of starved jungle beasts. “ It’s not often I get to serve a Kaybin.” Said the barkeep as he poured a tall mug of ale. “ What brings you this far west?” “ How much for the ale?” asked the stranger flatly as the barkeep set the mug in front of her. “ For you my lovely, It’s on me.” He said with a smirk. “ So Cutie, Were are you headed?” “ To my own business, And I suggest you head to your own. “ The strangers eyes narrowed, now fully focused on the barkeep. “ Now tell me the cost of the drink, then leave me be. “ “ You’ve got fire to match your hair. “ Laughed the barkeep. “ two gold for the ale, but I’d gladly take one sweet kiss instead. “ A few of the sottish patrons began to laugh as the rotund barkeep made overly loud lip smacking noises at the Stranger. He pressed himself up against the bar across from the Kaybin, leaning close to her, his eyes wide with mockery. Faster than any could follow, her hands were on him. The Kaybins’ thumbs pressed firmly into the fat mans forehead. When she pulled away, two gold coins were punctured into the flesh of his skull. The barkeep gasped loudly before falling flat to the dusty hardwood floor. “ You killed Kappi, you bitch.” came an angry shout from somewhere behind the Kaybin. “ He deserved it. “ said a deep strong voice directly at the Kaybins flank. “ Plus he is just out cold, not dead. “ Slowly she turned her head to meet this new voice. Her eyes met the face of her defender. An enormous man that sat only a few seats down the bar, regarded her with a pleasant smile. His muscles were well defined in his dark skin. Though he was not of her race, he was extremely attractive to her. “ Thank you stranger.” she said. “ I am Cenobia. “ “ Nice meeting you. “ He said deeply. “ Us Minorities have to stick together you know. “ “ Are you Ogre?” She asked returning his smile in kind. “ Part. “ he said after taking a pull from his mug. “ I like you, Mr. part Ogre. “ she said slyly “ Do you feel like talking somewhere, more private?” If the mans dark skin could blush, it did. “ Well, I have, a room at the inn?” he said pointing his great hand to his right. “ Perfect, “ said Cen as she stood from her stool and polished her ale down in one fluid motion. “ It sounds, Pleasurable. “ The large man looked a bit puzzled, wondering what had just happened. He stood from his creaking stool and followed Cenobia as she walked from the bar. “ So big guy”, She said looking up into his face, “you never said your name. “ “ I know, “ He said with a sigh, “Does it really matter to you?” “ Not at all. “ She said smiling ruefully. “ How far is this room of yours?” “ Not far Cenobia, not far at all. “ “ Call me Cen, big guy. “ End One Shot #1 - Robin Paris 2000 “ Based on characters created by Robin Paris and Dana Bergner. “ Clutching Thing On this is the dirt that clutches the skin The thing that is pure, defiled with sin it sits so pretty though it’s aura so changed To all whom take company, they feel estranged So it is the onward, to move from it’s sight And to the forever the movers will never feel right The deepest of spiritual depressions flow in On this the dirt that so clutches the skin - Robin Paris 2000 Sleep I feel the brandy and taste the wrong. why did I stay so long? I want the time but feel it’s wrath. So I shall draw my bath. and sleep. - Robin Paris 2000 Crude Bird House Sticks and Stones they break my soul They tear at me like your words I hear the death call “ I Love you most of all. “ Then You leave to the birds Sticks and stones protrude through my bones They give things a place to perch I feel as the mono all covered in guano For I’m left with no place to search. - Robin Paris 2000 Pandora’s Box Don’t speak to me I can see things shooting out I see your beasts raping my mind. With sharp swords they come, They eat my flesh down to dreams. Don’t speak to me I can see your lies. They drip like foam from your lips. burning hatred into my eyes like acid. You leave these scars behind. Don’t speak to me I can see Pandora’s box, your mouth Opening out onto me, leaving no hope There is no charm to save me from the things you say. - Robin Paris 2000 Unfair Unfair I never want to show this portal within but you take. I never want this thing to begin but you forsake. Burning the words never help in the end For you freeze Running and then hiding, I can never win For you disease Unfair - Robin Paris 2000 From the Forbidden Castle - Rebecca Knight 1991 (Dedicated to Paris Anomaly) The minstrels in the courtyard sing I hear the music calm airs bring Like a star falling from heaven My hatred’s fury now dies away. . . I close my eyes and picture the ocean Washing upon the shore all day And think on a life n’er sour As this being held within the tower I see a climbing rose vine Crawl up these stony walls Could it be some lost soul reaching out for mine? It reminds me how my loved one calls He entreated me with his precious charms and brings me a wonderful dream We run away to a hidden glade and lay in arms. I think of this that makes my eyes gleam and my heart echoes his voice to my ears Filling my head with most cherished memories. The remembrance, though, brings me to tears There must be breached, this wall, for love’s glory and the breeze blows the melody to me That’s so beautiful it reminds me of my lover As I sit here waiting to be free. Looking down the fortress at the grounds sweet with clover and the enchanted songs flow through my head Making my wishes for free days to start More and more as my soul aches to be fed On this soft occasion I feel my heart. Paris Tree Branching out for the world to see taking up arms that just ache to be free It is all the little things that make up me I have tried, there is no other way to be Though through Murder or through Glee listen to the Paris Tree. - Robin Paris 2000 Tears .Tears soaking my sweater I am here for you the sobs come from deep within Just lean on me Squeeze me as tight as your pain I will hold you Fists clenched tightly keeping it in Just let it go. - Robin Paris 2000 “I love though I hate to” - Robin Paris 2000 “ I often step on every crack in the sidewalk. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Knowing So you want to know me? I want to know what you think you know. Tortured and beautiful? filled with sickness? “A Jedi craves not these things.” Mislead and unbound? Very sweet? “ Not half as nice as rotting meat.” Depressed and lonely? views all twisted? “ I’ve got my lunch box, and I’m armed real well. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Tendon To the point is I am and shall be The one you love I know I’m unlovable But I am still a world for you to grow To the point I know who I am The one you love I will pull the strings That connect my fingers to my wrists for all to see. To the point is forever the truth The one you love - Robin Paris 2000 Dead Fly You said I open my mouth. that may be true. I know Time flies and I know they die. I will kiss you anyway and touch your hair. - Robin Paris 2000 Supper I open up to you To the diner you have made I won’t complain I know you really did your best I tell you things Over the food that lay before me fall from my lips The cheese was cooked to long Hard to swallow It sits inside as it did on my plate and it hurts me I try to talk about the everything you chew too loud I cannot feel my legs or my tongue We didn’t let it cool You have something in your teeth I cannot speak You drone on about bees and plates My eyes glaze I can hear you as I float away to the light - Robin Paris 2000 Eating someone else’s belly lint Trapped inside a society where picking your nose is frowned upon, and drinking the fat of small woodland creatures is just not done. I sit with Elmer’s glue around my lips, and I chew. Trapped in a city where the lines blur between a surfer and a bumpkin. Where it is Okay to ride a horse, but not a skateboard. I sit in my overalls and wait for the tide. - Robin Paris 2000 Things I wonder were I get my connection and why things come to me I will be singing a song and then turn on the radio, I then hear the same damn song. I will think about someone and miss them in my soul. I then pick up the ringing phone, and there they are. I wonder were I get my connection and why things come to me I will wake with a feeling that tears me up inside then soon I find out a plane just crashed and many died. I meet some one new and get a feeling so wrong it kills Then I find out they are child killer or rapists. I wonder were I get my connection and why things come to me I can walk into a room and the hairs stand on my neck I learn later that a murder had once occurred there. I walk outside and I can smell something wrong in the wind Later I get the call that a loved one has died. I wonder were I get my connection and why things come to me - Robin Paris 2000 My Room I blister I try to touch The moon I don’t bleed I blister It consumes I feel the texture of the moon Too cool I blister In my room - Robin Paris 2000 Refuge as a weakness I drank another flat soda I smoked another cigarette You say I am five seconds closer to death Well, death is my lover It is my final friend It is my nemesis in this and I am five seconds closer to you. - Robin Paris 2000 Monsters Mouth Lame with cane weak with disease it consumes my days fear for write into flight the wings of angels broken Hurt with sheaths rocks all thrown It consumes my body blood trailing to lead into monsters mouth - Robin Paris 2000 Monica King I wonder if you know That I see my wrong. I wonder if you remember laying at the lake, on the hood of my car, You told me of the beauty found in everything. I wonder if I am still alive, in your heart. Or did I kill myself there so many years ago. Anyway, I am Sorry, though it means not enough to bring you home. - Robin Paris 2000 Golden Years Golden years have passed before my eyes and I don’t see you in my life. I am never to make it to the years ahead and I know you will learn to be happy. And though I am dead, far out of your reach and I can’t truly see your face anymore. Know that I will love you forever in your memory of me. - Robin Paris 2000 Ahead of you If I left you behind it is only because my legs are long I sometimes forget To wait If I left you behind I’m sorry But I get ahead of even myself sometimes -Robin Paris 2000 Question the flesh (restored) Darkness the smiles, The feelings of hate All the wishes lips, all the chalk in outside black Twist this again, rest in love jagged and jaded Darkness the prize, bargain the treachery For another hour, Feigning mockery on my tongue Swing in the scars, all the chalk in outside black TASTE THIS KISS, PUSH TOGETHER IN SOUL Darkness the end, The smiles inside feeling Bloody the blood stains, Fuck in the hate March my blackest man, Tangle twisting treachery Monster in fighting pain, Fill frustration on my tongue aging the wishes, rubbing eyes of treachery FILL THIS MOUTH, SHOVE FORTH IN TONGUES Unrest and raze, once more in mockery Vociferate my blackest hate, Fuck in the blood -sis I this evil Cri- , Taint jaded monsteer man Rub all twisted soul, wetted wishing lips on Darkness The chalky prize wins, frustration feigns scared love TASTE THIS MOUTH, FILL THIS KISS SHOVE TONGUES IN TOGETHER PUSH FORTH IN SOUL -Robin Paris 1994 published 1996 You and I and you As time passes and bare monsters hide I think of you. I chart barbarian scars that trace myself along your face. With terrorist contempt I hurt and prey on the life held souls. I love for the first time as I take this apart inside of you. Ravens dare to kiss my mind so quick as I catch a look at you. Beasts I burden, Mouthing the kiss upon the Death of touch. Unworn skin, the brave bone, ebony to my tastes of you again. Bouncing ever the slightest dance of joy, upon your knee I cry. The tears rip the hell I pry and push upon my soulful cup. Stand alone as bare chambers lay between your hearts. Love me or you and I and you shall be, for this is my love. I take your monsters to eat them were mine ravens hide. Pry my hands far away from your pinkest touchful place. Feel my face and feel your scars. Feel again and feed on me. I chase you and I and you run my life, so I hide. Forever I dream and hide as time passes naked, I think of you. -Robin Paris 1996 Self-destruction You are my bloody flowing times of time. I’d kill your bloody faces rhyme. I’d rip your heart out to the floor. I’d eat your face for all the gore. I’d twist and twist up in your hole. I’d rip and rip right to your soul. I’d mouth the words you said to me. I’d hold your head so you would see. I’d let you know this was the end. I’d cut that spot no one could mend I’d every time and time again. I’d always win. -Paris Anomaly 1996 Skape Foul I sit on the clasp of awareness Tasting the blood of monkey fools Underneath the mountain of lies Sound the spew which the truth could bare Feed the yearling untruths to your monkey Fatten the already plump smallness of the mind cringe and call it love, speak nothings never sweet when eaten by hunger mouths sugar coated feces from the lips of ignorance I see these things, but still I feel the love Ignorance breeds deceit and guilt - Robin Paris 1997 Untitled The closest to my lips tonight, closer to my soulful front. I put my minds fingers across your hair tonight, in want. Enter mine as I lovingly touch flame of the air between flowers. For 14 years I’ve been scared of this, of passions powers. Now that I am a child I play as slow smoke upon your face. Now that I am one I am the house of the softest lace. The shift of the monsters, The blood of curdled blackest lung. I sweat and I puke the farm, My animals out. strung. - Robin Paris 1994 Hunger Running down the child the flesh pulls free feeling blood of the wild chasing flesh of the fled Necromancy swishing in ears Necromancy twitching in fear Fingers folding in on the prey Lapping the ground of the slay Darkness eternal angel into soul Lips ever-so press, push heaving holes Toothed Loving upon the chest Loving in the crimson mess Ominous mounting, darkness, hunger Flames in the red the skin under Whispers in the night cold in passions light the dead again shall rise the life again to their eyes - Robin Paris 1997 Screams All the screams in my sleep Take me to a place where I am peace Do I really care for this world? It may be care for this world But the truth be known it is Love All the screaming in my sleep Screaming in longing for the kindred un-found Taking the breath into tragedy Breathing out into love I bleed Irony I bleed honesty I bleed, I Bleed lies Take me to the place were I am finally peace Where are you, the one as me? Passion is life, I am Life Retro feelings killing me Retro love setting free All the screams in my sleep Screaming for you, without face Screaming forever breathing blood bleeding breath Do I really care for this world? Too much, Too Long, I Love it Screaming Longing in my sleep For the other of me to see. - Robin Paris 1996 I decide to drive In the burgundy metal, I sit. I drive, just go. There is the smoke all whipped around my face from my cigarette. I feel in more of a blurrish numb, than a clarity. I drift, though my hands are hard to their task. I see the wonder of all behind my eyes, and it thinks me like a mother. The music on the radio goes deaf as I hear the voices of the past. I close my eyes, and hold the blunted fear of crashing to pieces on the side of the road. There is a nothing, there is a reindeer. I open to the sight that I am the man I am to be. I brushed aside the torment of the road, I decided to drive. -Robin Paris 2000 “My Greatest fear is to be the fool I portray myself as.” - Robin Paris 2000 “ Sometimes my heart is to big for my life. “ - Robin Paris 2000 “ There is beauty in all that is hidden. “ - Robin Paris 2000 Well I feel filth on the door as I open it. I just know It will make me ill. there has to be sickness though before recovery. - Robin Paris 2000 “ If the pizza man comes, Maybe I shall eat him and tip the pizza instead. “ - Robin Paris 2000 God’s Plan Lylith was cast from the garden Joanne was cast to the sea Daniel got a big pardon What does God plan for me? - Robin Paris 2000 Under Willow under center pleading for life seething with destruction, under black sky bullets of water pulling up the earth to mud under the breaths of winds too strong in push -Robin Paris 2000 Begin Time I felt as if I would burst the day so heavy on my skin I followed death as a curse the time of relief would not begin Tortured under sweaters in heat the sweat mixed with tears in heat in the end of this, no retreat The time of death would begin swearing to the nothing of day the flaking of wearing on my skin I ran for an hour, the feeling stayed the time called forever wins -Robin Paris 2000 “ I believe in necessary evil.” -Robin Paris 2000 Folded in Dressed in a stab, a gorgeous shirt Holding a corpse, a pleasing goblet to feast and a wish of completion a hope for apart an outcry so abhorrent a silence is known Dressed in a carnage, a sinister pink Holding an incubus, a fistful treat. -Robin Paris 2000 Their Tea Drinking herbal tea I sit on my steps Cloaked in raven I watch the kinsmen go by in their lives I devour their souls into mine I feel their pain, and their tea -Robin Paris 2000 Gumbo Piles of shit, all pieces of gold Fall in, a warm to behold swim to the other side of you breath in this mountain of goo -Robin Paris 2000 Cold Drifting bleached flow underfoot it sounds unearthly midnight glow purity abound to touch it exposed to feel it’s shadow Breathing in through atmosphere The extinguished -Robin Paris 2000 Incomplete Forest unasked in serene Tapestry brutal in conviction -Robin Paris 2000 “ There is a bar too high, but still we try. “ -Robin Paris 2000 Sigh Taste of blood on my lips another night alone biting my tongue -Robin Paris 2000 Clock Hold up this chronometer destroy it’s countenance I behold, by no means -Robin Paris 2000 “In the cold of winters night, my soul is free. “ -Robin Paris 2000 Her eyes Eyes slanted, she calls to me I hear her so clear as a crystal rings Though I step away she does not wane And I can never see her again eyes crossed, she laughs with me I see her so crisp as fallen snow Though I stand so close we could hold I can never pull her to me Eyes closed, she looks in me I see her in this, which is feral though I hold so tight we could be one I can never make her glow Eyes squinted, she notices me I know she is smiling at my face Though I sit so far back, I feel so close I can never be the same again -Robin Paris 2000 Cigarette Pulling on this menthol it brings to me a thought, It reminds me of you These things, proclivity are absurd to me the associations eccentric but I take a further in the inexplicable nostalgia with cigarettes -Robin Paris 2000 Chicken I imagine Chicken as a creature with a face I covet chicken and want it inside If I want it’s flavor it is every place but never served as a side I love chicken as a person and I love chicken as a thing I can take chicken from anyone but I always leave the wings -Robin Paris 2000 Don’t touch the free Deeper than you see me Far too brambly to hold I run naked through the grass but I am poison to your flesh so don’t touch the free -Robin Paris 2000 Fail Leaves take to the sky in the brown breeze of plenty spent My jacket rattles around the denim of my stirring calves Trying so desperately to clasp hold of a single lifting stalk, I fail -Robin Paris 2000 dissipated I detest you without end descend and decay over and again in my judgment -Robin Paris 2000 Sea-serpent There is no tide There is no swell but I see motion beneath Fear settles, But my action flows There is no turning back I drift through the water It flows through my clothes I search the depths but the liquid is black I dive to the floor Turning to see the surface I see only myself Reflected on outer-space There is no tide, no swell but only me -Robin Paris 2000 Sword I had no idea there would be danger I thought only beauty abound To these lands I am only a stranger I was shocked by what I had found I carried with me no arrow, no gun For these, mind could scarcely afford still only a stranger in the land of Tun I reached deep and pulled forth a sword there were things all around I couldn’t explain so much so I turned out of breath but soon all things started seeming so sane so I passed my bright sword to Lylith She took it fast grasping the hilt in her hand with grace she arched it through air and with back-hand swing motion she painted her land on her face a determined black stare Colors they rainbowed and shocked through the sky as Lylith’s sword play met the end with the deftness of fairies she set sword to fly and I knew then I’d found a true friend. -Robin Paris 2000 “ gray is. “ -Robin Paris 2000 Sweeping Night In a field I stood with no one but bluster in my face. I closed my eyes as I often do in the sight of beauty. I reached out and touched the grasses standing tall. They brushed over my fingers, as if heralding me. That is the moment I truly realized I was not alone. Opening my eyes I saw the stalks of weeds all around. I sat with them for a night and a day. They taught me, I learned their sweeping song. -Robin Paris 2000 Sing Reach in, pull down, let go. It flows. it rains. hold tight, the emotion. Push out, Force in, Soul kiss. -Robin Paris 2000 Pale There is wealth in face and in the space behind the ear In the paleness of this grace I see you. -Robin Paris 2000 Plate Listen, I hate it when you take me so and you never know You are the paste on my paper plate covered with glitter. -Robin Paris 2000 Horses Bitten and torn and it is the same as horses pulling me from you raked and thrown I see you seeing me as the taste returns to my lips Slapped and scorned and you don’t look to me Like horses in the tepid snow -Robin Paris 2000 Sides Taking it in from all sides Swamping the nothing wails of futility The devil dances swiftly through the swamp of your head and you only watch with hooded eyes Taking it in from all sides -Robin Paris 2000 Anymore Fist aside my skull, it’s mine beating me over and over and over Blood in my fists and tears down my eyes Why Thumb in my eye twisting hard, it is mine Popping and gushing out and out and out Blindness all swollen by fear and hate Why I Pulling in patches from my scalp, all mine tearing and falling down and down and down Places of clean red flesh can be seen on my head Why I Care anymore -Robin Paris 2000 Obliteration I ran down a fellow fatality with my hands I used a brand I felt malevolence I ran down a fellow Brought him inches beyond his life I used dread I felt obliteration I was once a fellow I was once run down -Robin Paris 2000 Felt In times of trail, I do again the things that taste In guns of mine I shoot the bullets of waste Crying in your bleeding arms, you whole my life Dying in your mind, I stab in with loves knife Take this in touchful places, my fingertips Take this out into your soul behind wet lips Love me monsters for this is the bitter host Take me within the club that Satan fears the most I wear Felt, I felt it on your skin again I swear I’ve dealt these cords but never do win -Robin Paris 1991 Possession Chained, Held within, The terrorist eye Bars on my breasts, bars on my mind Bricked in the wall, cuts on my knees Blood on his hands that no one sees Feeling so cold as it flows away stains, can I clean these stains? Screaming much too late airless air crowds my lungs Singing in the darkness, it smiles Die, I die in his arms, in my soul chained and bound, thrown in my hole. -Robin Paris Angel Brave me into this bitter mouth Hold love to darkness and hatred to light Needles in places which sins are about Smile on me to pull me in tight Build up these walls and shove me through soar through tasting sores upon my face Find the butter in this which is soft Mash down the fear bringing the paste I will look toward then to places aloft and find you, angel - Robin Paris 1997 Thrust for the dead Dark earth touch the sun within my raze Tear foreword through your blackest maggot maze find me frozen far inside the light find me sitting waiting for the night Come to me so I may eat your fallen flesh these old chains I hold may brake as I wretch let me drink from this necropolis of home I Thrust for this, ache, and almost foam Crawl forth from the darkest bleeding heart make me wait no more for the end has it’s start -Robin Paris 1997 Work Blister oil figure slams nonsense to truth Forty and sister floats unkind aloof Workers ant marching left bodies in wake People and dogs working, the dead to take Push in flame picture the wonderful lands pull in intestines withholding in hands busy bus running with sister in flight baking through butcher, crafting the light thirty den beggars all lined on the pane smell of inch powder sucking into vein Mollusk in heating the bars into slime molesting their children in the cells of the mind -Robin Paris 7-8-97 Hunger (restored) A laughter gushes from the forest glowing eyes stare the stranger fear paints the strangers widening eyes great paws flash the stranger is suddenly tattooed with absent skin he sets free his last noise of pain enormous yellow teeth clamp down on the strangers torso a mouthful chuckle passes across his dead chest it is the beast. Red pools grace the Forrest floor victory roars the laugh that shakes the trees the beast envelopes the strangers heart sweet tastes are lapped up into his mouth the beast’s satisfied head lays upon the carcass pillow daylights and dark nights pass a faster cannibal speeds the trees passed and stops to view a sleeping feast the beast opens his sleeping head to see his sight disappear the beast is quickly devoured. -Robin Paris 12-30-91 Hail Why so sensitive in one place I see? Delivering what is called, the hail I dare to touch that spot, and you flee Just this I want, why you go pale when there is no underlining reason to be One word would be fine, your talking to me Is it you try to speak and the words just fail? Or a thing like a jail not setting it free? Delivering what is cold, the silent hail - Robin Paris 1997 Room for two Could, but I won’t open my heart for you Should, but the ache has no room for two and you hurt from my iced, cold heart and you’ll never know, did it start? could, but I need nothing new Should, but this ache hasn’t room for two - Robin Paris 1997 Melt Lips to grace, touching your face The way you flip, your pouted lips Holding me your eyes, breaking forbidden ties taking in your smell, were passion dwells and again a kiss, bitter sweet bliss Feeling your skin, like silk again Through your hair, I am the fare Voice to my ears, muting all fears and once more the taste, the way passion’s laced and all I do, is melt to you - Robin Paris 1997 Starlight Faces so familiar lost searching for the cost Hands of mine disintegrate They show my coming fate I cry in your flowing auburn hair and I fall inside my own that is bare but it will not come to me tonight And so I sit with you by starlight - Robin Paris 2000 Blues baby Anther trip on down the road and you’ve left me far behind You give me the blues baby and you have left me on behind but I do nothing now but watch my toes and drink my strawberry wine - Robin Paris 2000 Vow Forces of evil all around me nothing in my hand left but broken hilt they keep coming and death is on it’s way so I put my hand on my heart and vow to you Yes I fought my fight but now it is done though I now fall the war may still be won Forces of evil in front of me Nothing in my hands but blood and salt Death is on it’s way but the war rages on - Robin Paris 2000 Sky Scrape Under the moon I feel it’s light I grow in it’s beauty and it’s love As the clouds scrape it’s face They scrape my deepness and I close my eyes - Robin Paris 2000 Old Guns Carry this beaten thing too heavy to bare Take it on for me, for I no longer care Stake the sword downward, these muscles are sore Leave it behind us, I don’t want it anymore Break it in two so it may not be used again Bury it on down to rest where the air is so thin Say Just a prayer to finalize the earth to fill Say Just goodbye and leave it no longer to kill -Robin Paris 1997 Field gone barren (evoke the spring) Irony is swollen, Silence is golden We evoke the spirit of antiquity Virginity is muted, Discretion always disputed We provoke the hopes gone liquid. . . . And we sing, and we dance, the wall of sound to entrance We evoke the spirit of fertility And we twist, and we shake, with nothing to forsake We provoke the field of sterility - Robin Paris 1997 Secret Trees The fog is floating low through the dark ancient Forest As the automobiles pulled through the wet metro streets The bodies they possess owning their troubled mortal souls Their hoods pulled low, the evil sprites will not see beneath The chant to the trees, who closely listened quietly Sky towers litter the sky, blotting out the feeding moon The lives, draining essence slowly through florescent light Candles in the two by two line through the darkness They pray for the secrets to be kept to the trees - Robin Paris 1997 Dancing barefoot with the dead Running down a hill that could be a mountain to you A simple twist of hate, pulled you down hard into the cracks The nether world is where you stay in my un-parted heart --Could have pulled you up with me --Could have run down by your side --Didn’t want you to forever be --The one in a million that never tried Dancing tonight all barefoot on your over-grown grave Trampling the daisies The singing that flows in waves across the simple stones Just amazes me --Could have danced till dawn with you --Could have sang our songs together --Didn’t want that togetherness, It wouldnn’t do --You the one who my ties won’t sever fromm - Robin Paris 1997 Butterfly (1992 Expressions Annual) Peering into the cold steel eyes of a maniac. Knives and Barrels of my bullets in the winter of a thought, push ones who are close over the bridge. Mournful tears disguised by smile, and laugh, daze the comprehension of another yellow fool. Twelve naked minutes a year are spent with the true door open, but only is that time that neighbor see. Much more time goes in seclusion and every secret moment resembles the taste of burnt popcorn in the movie theater showing your own mutilation. Stay unknowing butterfly, peer into the cold frozen eyes. Do you want to be a man? Stare into the retinas of a life unattainable, and impossible, and suffering alone in a sorrow of God. Wish to be me and flutter to the pace of a man? Watch your wings burn in a castaway flame on the log of impossible wanting and lusts for disguised confusion that you see in my eyes. I urge you butterfly, fly on your free yellow wings of what you call Worrilessness. A secret now spews from this hell hole-o-my Face, and it may surprise your little marshmallow mind. These eyes carefully fixed on your fluttering freedom wings of ignorance, wish to be you. I long for your nonexistent worries. Fly yellow butterfly and close my eyes before you go. Forget me little butterfly and throw your envy in the sea of unrecallability. -Paris Anomaly 1991 Never Portal through you to me on a wish A mirth, a felt, a monotony and never again the same - Robin Paris 2000 Submission I take what I wish you give what I take I clean your dish another you make Feeling hand to face I give you my ways You clean this place To see more days - Robin Paris 2000 Light Unfolded Taking another of my ghosts away I stare They float on away like the mists in my eyes I feel, I truly do, but you cannot see this in me So I watch the water like ghosts unfolding to light My fears they flow and take my hand a subtle friend And then it is night again, and I stare again, away Off into another time, another day, another world I watch the ghosts float on my eyes, like light unfolded I cannot take you with me when I go, I can never leave Taking another of your ghosts away from me I stare And I fold into what was ever my own concavity. - Robin Paris 2000 Lost in the Self of Another Self I don’t recognize the things all around me I can’t tell where I could be anymore I’ve walked too far, and I’ve been so long away There are trees all around me, they move The sun is shining and the shadows are deep I can’t see any ground, or any sky to be seen just the endless behind, and the limitless ahead I fall and cry, and I wonder why it could be me - Robin Paris 2000 Black Star Dead star, black in my eyes Dead star, my life I could hold you, within my wings I could take you, I would die Black haze, take me in tonight Blackness haze, I feel you - Robin Paris 2000 Road Killed Dressed little squirrel, in your best Button up your little shirt, upon your chest Time for the jamboree, Time to go Get on your top hat, head to the show - Robin Paris 2000 Barbed Roses Feelings of joy mixed with pain Never to be the same A twisting bliss so indefinable And only in one is it confinable Barbed roses, cover the walk On the cool concrete, chalk A picture of a sun with a smile and two friends, I hurt for a while So happy and hurt I took barbed roses Into my hands and squeezed them tight - Robin Paris 2000 You I wake from the nightmare, and my face is filled with fear. The sweat covering my sheets, and I don’t know where I am. I look down to find you next to me in the peaceful sleep. I know only then, that I will be just fine, that I will be okay. You bring my heart out of it’s mortal terror, and I breath. I look at your skin in the moonlight, and I smile inside. I kiss your sleeping forehead, and I say I Love you. I take your hand, and I can lay down again with peace. The peace that I find in your soul, the peace in your face. - Robin Paris 2000 Drive-ways Finally I found a perfection, so real it made me. I came home every single day with a smile so deep. I would pull into the drive and just know how lucky I was. I would take off my simple hat and hang it inside the door. The warmth inside so opposite from the snow drifted day. You’d hug me tight and tell me how much you missed me. For years it was this way, and my love so deep and true. Then the day came, and my eyes are so red they bleed. When I came home, I pulled into the drive as I always do. Another dark vehicle was so placed in that familiar spot. I took off my hat and opened my arms for the touch of you. You were not there, you were not even in my tired sight. I went to take off my work worn boots, and so I did. I opened our door, and there you were, to surprise me. I closed that door, and I closed all doors, and walked away. I know you didn’t see me, I couldn’t bear to tell you I did. I would just like to know if you thought of me at all, When your legs were parted for that sweating other man. I never suspected it would be you, the one who killed me. I never thought I wronged you into taking another, not me. As I hold tight to this wheel, I can’t know what you did feel. So I now let go of everything and let this snow take this car, away with me. - Robin Paris 2000 Spring in the Land of Dreams Found in the spring a wish all surrounded by melted snow An angel’s fine wing set forth to develop and grow Found in a spring a wish all surrounded by waters flow An odd looking thing set forth to move and to grow - Robin Paris 2000 Crispy God There must be a style to the poems to god I tried it a while But my mind was a fog I couldn’t think of anything quite good enough for words so I set pad to fling like God fearing birds There must be a way to do him the praise To this great God I pray To remove me from daze I can’t come with phrases to announce my devotion There are not enough praises to express the emotion so I will only say Crispy God - Robin Paris 2000 Cat Secrets Soft pink pads feel out the grass touched by morning dew Seeing a little more than me with their ever watching eyes They walk the time between the night and the light They shift inside two worlds Their whiskers out and sensing they see the secrets they keep Cats speak in riddles though too complex for any to grasp Look into their alien eyes and you will see their knowing stalking nothing they sneak ears twisting around to catch the sounds in the world of fairy breathing the air they taste what it is we will never know If you ask them what it is they only show a secret smile and their two eyed wink -Robin Paris 2000 Black Sweaters Feline all purring through my mind like the rain and the cliffs that bring such beauty to the sea Looking down to the rocks below the surf again I held the urge to jump as to fly and I know you had it too We looked to each other and the perfect day became Wearing black sweaters and Doc martins we laughed I love yours, the soul of two realms and the way your so pleasantly scarred Saying “ Make us the saints of anarchy” Shaving our heads, you are everything the party of rebels dwell here Followers to none, leaders of the damned Feline all purring through my mind like the rain and those sea side spots they call our names again I had the urge to jump as to fly but you held my hand, and we laughed as every time. - Robin Paris 1997 Back-sliding Hammer out 15 nails through my skin pull the flesh taunt and pull it so thin till the pain just falls apart wait for it to completely restart sliding backwards again, all the thoughts, the mess Pulling me down, so far underground so that I may rest - Robin Paris 1997 Sweet Raven by Rebecca Knight ( From evil lamina 1992, a tribute to bobby) Sweet Raven fold your wings around me tight we have outlived the night hold me within your soft blanket of feather today we shall rest together you are so warm, so beautiful too your vestige blackened with a shine of blue stay here with me, save this peace may your powerful soul never cease Humble bird, mighty and strong I admire you greatly and adore your song that eases me and lets me know there is a reason to live this black bird, not a crow A great spirit to whom I give My heart, and trust it shall not break this wonderful being I speak of From me, his flight will never take My mysterious dark-plumed dove. post note from robin “ sadly soon after the Raven took flight, into bitter night. “ Untitled Malformed centers on the storms the drifting clouded twisted forms breaking faces running edge to ridge stifling screams to the reaching of the bridge Ominous pounding through the chaos steel Whitening knuckles strapping the burning wheel tightened turns upon earthen sliding red Unleavened reeling quaking, corrupting the un-dead - Robin Paris 1997 Tongue Have not the men in the army of the mind to fight. It comes. As a veil it flows to encompass. Not a wetness filling, though an air made dank. The rain, The rain of loss in blood that thickly coats morale. Bars of teeth hold back the fighting muscled spears set to spew. Passive Retaliation wins no wars. - Robin Paris 1997 Sundays Stable boy singing the songs of wealthy men, while he cleans. Arch Bishop handling the teet of wet sin, with all means. The sins of man don’t muffle the singing voices, in any ways. The corruption of innocence aren’t of meek choices, on Sundays. - Robin Paris 1997 Meat Surfing on some brown meat down into your mind Moving on a spoilage to your feet and suddenly you find that you are fat, and you are sloth swollen past what’s real Put those hooves down into the troth and eat your happy meal Surfing on the meat that is brown and a slippery state of sight knowing when your going, your going down one more bite. - Robin Paris 1997 Aggression Simplify what dwells in the dank crevices of the soul empathy to the dead comes too easily and it is all depression Filter through the optimism brought by fools sympathy comes from nothing, always and it is all repression Sticks all bundled with twine is another faggot listless glee comes again and again and it is all transgression Mangle upon the lines called vicious vectors trinity is what comes when called for and it is all oppression. - Robin Paris 1997 Dear Joanne Dear Joanne, I know it has been since we were just half the size when we last had spoken. Eons in my mind have not passed my desire for yourself to smile on me again. Many things have spoken their tongues upon fates thread as the hourglass now sits half done. Recall Jim? He placed the bond on my finger after our collage encounter had run it’s courses. I took his seed and today my son is now engulfed in army greens overseas. Jim is away on vacation from this mortal coil, but I see him now more than before. Every time the phone calls me to say words upon my grown child’s ears. His name is Joseph though he holds none of you to my thoughts. Just a thank you’s way of knowing how much you’ve meant to me. I with this meager paper chat, only want you to have this crumpled aged apology that has sat here so long within my heart. Just know to the day I visit with nothingness unending, I cannot feign hatred for what transpired and moved my mind. It made me so backwards I can hardly make the color of the day. If today was that time once more I would have held you closer, instead of shoving apart what had so long been built around us. Joanne, I still love you, and long for long years past. Yours forever, Bonnie - Robin Paris 1997 No Name restored (1992 Expressions Annual) Almost drowned, soaked wet Falling to a barbed wire net into the court of the deaf my lawyer has left It’s judgment day I feel as paralyzed prey. His mighty excellency is staring down at me Screaming at me in sign “ Your soul is mine!” I never learned the speech of the hand I cannot understand The jury silent, too loud and I am surrounded by a bailiff crowd I always thought I could never be blamed How can they accuse one who has never been named the judge laughs in mime “ It’s pay up time!” The jury stands, to me they shout with fingers those un-words hit me like poison stingers then a man walks to me Who can this evil man be? Then on my chest he sticks a label Now I’m labeled, “unstable” Then the onslaught of gifts a drug that makes my weary mind drift my brain tortured in a fuzzy gloom I’m given a lonely white room I’m crazy from loneliness, a friend I lack it only comfort now, is this hugging jacket. - (Robin) Paris Anomaly 1991 Robin Paris & his final thoughts on the Paris Tree I sit back now at this computer. I write these final things before the close of this collection. 1 month has passed since I began writing it. The August into the September, 133 works were written. 133 Times that I dipped into fantasy, and deep reality. Though some may be what is know as nothing more than trash, they are all my treasure. When I read one of them, I am transported to the day that I wrote it. Though my works have often been viewed as disturbing, I am far from disturbed. I hope that someone can look deep into the things I have written, and see them for what they are. Each standing alone, no needs for the other. Each individual and unique in their way. I hope that someone can someday look into the misplaced sentences, and see what it was I was Saying. I often times hide messages in the words around them. Point of reference is the key. I hope you can see the trails of my mood in this flowing work called the Paris Tree. Chaos is it’s own order, remember that. I have done in this book, what I love most. I have painted mini pictures from my mind. Some may be simple doodles, others masterpieces of my life. I would leave the deciding up to you on which is what. I have seen many things in my short life. I hold an enormous amount of respect for the world, for it is my world. Great kindness and cruelty make up humanity. I see them both as equal on their battle field. The darker sides of humanity, the secrets of the world that everyone knows but ignores, that is my constant inspiration. If we do not show devils for what they are, they shall grow powerful in our sub-conscious. If we pull them into the light they will not grow. I have written for 20 years in this way, and I suspect I shall do the same for 20 more. I hope one of my writings has made you cry, made you laugh, made you remember. That would make me so happy. The Paris Tree is my open forum for all the thoughts in my head. If you truly see them for what they are, then you know me. Remembrance brings life to the dead, so I say. Even though the Paris Tree was written for myself only, I hope you enjoyed it, or hated it, or vomited. I hope you will read it again, or at least read it another way. There are many ways to read things. One of my favorites in this sense is Monster inside. As a face value poem, it is okay, If you turn your mind just right you can see it another way. Put yourself in the role of a female nymphomaniac, and read it again. I thought everyone who read it would get it right away, but that was not true to my pleasant surprise. I tried to be as blunt as possible in that little ditty without being direct. They looked deep into it and past the point I was making. Some of my works are too deep to grasp, others simple lyrics, but I change gears quickly and lose allot of people in my dust. This is my intent. If you are the one that gets it, I hold you in high regard, I love you. Robin Paris 09-16-00 Paris Tree have poems dedicated to: Andrea V. Danyel B. Dana B. Monica K. Rebecca K. Jason W. Robin P. Bridget B. Justin Teresa G. Lori C. James P. Goldie P. PJ H. Mike W. Lola C. Lenore Lewis C. Dibrom Nevar Cenobia K. and those faces I’ve seen pass by going about their lives. Thank you David Forbes Thank you Andrea Thank you My Dragon Forever in your debt. The End