Free Spirit by Adam Parry

...until a wind took me
from my aimless ways,
drove into window panes, walls
a battered thought not caught.
From within me comes the wind that calls,
from within me a stream of secret thought
of a bright and luminous love
that can take but never break me.

The Morning Has Spoken

Look. I ordered the sun.
Re-ordered this panoramic day, this tapestry
stitched it time
of heart crashed hills,
while the mist rises from the river
like a happy ghost at play.
Diffusing over houses, out homes,
over field and forest
with heart spread glee
the morning awakens.
Look. I ordered the blue sky
and added more trees
and now with new birds
Th morning has spoken

Mightier than the sword

The pen is barbed with wire, is
As surprising as a landmine,
Direct as a bullet to the head, and
Encompasses the planet as completely
As a nuclear winter.
The pen writes without fear of feeling emotion
As it infects with chemical and biological weapons.
Like love and peace and being free.