Wednesday, 11 January 2017


Would you believe me if I told you
Can I tell if you believe me
When I ask these very questions
Every day yeah every day
And would you like me if you knew me
Will I like you when I know you
Will the world start spinning backward
Any day
Yeah any day

Would you see me if I showed up
Can I ask you now to hold me
Since I ask these very questions
Any day yeah any day
And would you hate me if you knew me
Will the world keep spinning backward
Every day
Yeah every day now

Any day
Yeah any day

ANY DAY YEAH ANY DAY by Bob Paris ©2017

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

UNTITLED 11.22.2016

Ask the wind and the rocks
How we shall ever breathe
That sweet flow of springtime
Ever last ever fleeting
And I will sing to you a dirge
Of lives cast down upon seas
Ever restless and then
Build a shrine to knowing
Unwound as yarn across
A cold stone floor
That this though ought
Oh downcast gaze oh aye
Here is a meadow even
A sun dapple side glance
If it be a dream of loss and
Yet I lay me down under
Gathered midnight

UNTITLED 11/22/2016
By Bob Paris (c)

photo: Art Zeller, 1990 (c) Bob Paris

Monday, 12 September 2016


Bob Paris official all rights reserved 2016 (c
Oh, to be out enjoying the front yard, minding one's own business -- only to be photo-bombed by Bambi!

Friday, 26 August 2016

#FlashbackFriday #BobParis

Circa 1989. Between photo locations. Santa Monica, CA.

Photo: Art Zeller. Bob Paris (c) all rights reserved

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

How Shall I Live?

How shall I live? 
Am I to be the seaward cliff upon which each wave shall constantly pound? 
I say yes.
I will stand firm inside my life and live eyes open, no matter the seas or the tides or the winds or the gods. 
I am here in this moment and I matter. 
If I live but a second, I matter. 

(c) Bob Paris 4.26.2016 

Photo: by Per Bernal (c) 1998

Thursday, 31 December 2015

On New Year’s Eve 2015 By Bob Paris ©2015

Along this star washed road walking
We see all around the promise of
A vast and sacred sky and there
Angels wave to goddess and beyond
To sun and moon and cedar shadowed
Oh shining mourn gently touched
Sung out boldly from rippled memory
Thou shalt never find a heart so aflame
Burnt intertwine with this spectral oh
Remember oh remember
Oh do you darling mine
Magnificent gods race through frosted glade
Whispering bough dances with a kiss
While night lay bled and day crouches hidden
Behind racing tide before a door that opens
As love comes on a lingering flicker
Of perfumed and expectant wind

On New Year’s Eve 2015
By Bob Paris ©2015
Photo: Brian LeFurgey (taken as I was writing this poem)