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Never grab a moccasin or go to Clayton County at night --if you car breaks down -run in the woods and hide--Don't try to convince yourself that your  a plumber- Stay out of Riverdale-Winter and Summer ! Don't go to Clayton County during the day--if caught alone , you will surely pay ! Never cruise Clayton County on a lark-for Gods sake stay away from Forest Park ! Never grab a bull by the horns , stay away from Jonesboro-you've been warned ! Old National Highway is a long lost cause , Lovejoy , College Park and all points south ! Tara Boulevard , Pointe South Parkway , Highway 54 and Conley Drive ! State 85 and Flint River Drive , like playing the lottery with your own dang life !
Just South of Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson Airport . I kid you not !!
Cold sphere that sits high in the sky. Looking down on fields turning golden. Shining your silver light on to hay rides and bonfires after homecoming games. All that you must see as the leaves turn and bring you from silver to gold then amber. As harvest are brought in and your light gives a guidance to fall. You shine over children playing in the chill of the starry night. You mark the months and time. From foreboding dark and mysterious to mischievous and inviting , you bring out comfort to us. As we celebrate the soft transition of a season, from Autumn to the cold winter sleep.
 Sep 2015 Joseph Paris
Kim
Art
 Sep 2015 Joseph Paris
Kim
Art
Rap out a rhythm of hope,
Sing me a song of despair,
Write a book of confessions,
Let laughter ring through the air,
Show the world your pictures,
Give them a taste of your words,
Let them drift toward you,
Carrying their stories- pain and mirth

However long the wait,
Whichever path you take,
Whatever breaks your heart,
Whosever heart you break
Let it always bring forth art, expression and form,
The age old remedy for the suffering and forlorn,
     Some say an artist must struggle, and sing songs of their hurt,
I say each individual feels the need to be heard

  So let's sing out our stories,
And adorn our walls,
With paintings in tribute,
Bearing witness to all
There’s no right and no wrong
When you’re sketching a song,
Painting a poem, or dancing along!
 Sep 2015 Joseph Paris
nivek
someone may well have you in the crosshairs of a scope
want to put you onto slides under their microscope
scanning your every move in their binoculars
watching you speak through their telescope
have you pinned in a bomb sight
and deem you out of sight, out of mind
the few days it lived
it clung to my feet

it grew fond of me
and i fond of it.

weakly and frail
only skin and bone

in its dying eyes
love brightly shone.

its raised broken tail
faintly soft mew

conveyed to tell
i simply love you.

then it lay wide eyed
from pain peacefully
saying silently

*won't you touch me?
Expiration Date
the sorry look on my face
my voice blocking out the sound
of my heart beat beating loud
we are long past our Expiration Date
we've been for a while
i stopped drinking that sour milk
and all that lasts is my smile
:)
Birdhouses and farm bell gone ,  garden spot now a tangled field of grass and small trees . Farmhouse , empty and dying from top to bottom , flower gardens missing , iron kettle hanging by rusted chain . Clothes line , henhouse and both red barns are at the ready, but sadly , empty as well . Logging chains , bale hooks , pitchfork and weathervane ,  put away forever most likely along with lifetime memories , good and bad.
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