There were waves of wind over
the field of half grown corn or
a white surf
over the sea of green, they slowly went their way
like will o wisps and the sound of a shh
that flew diagonally toward the precious road.
From where I sat I saw a green sea
bordered by the beaches of the hedgerow.
I saw a delicate wing shaped snow above the emerald waters, sunlit,
where the fishes had their fun. The snow cloud flowed and flew
to the next field and the next until the sea drained into my veins.
Monday, 22 July 2019
Monday, 24 June 2019
LOST by Adam Parry
Where have all my stories gone?
Where has all the magic gone?
All the stories in my head hide
where the magic hides.
My pills are just not working
so I need are my tales and alchemy
I need to let all the dreams reside there to
where maybe soon I'll love again
where maybe I can sing again
where maybe I can love again
with the wand of my pen.
Where has all the magic gone?
All the stories in my head hide
where the magic hides.
My pills are just not working
so I need are my tales and alchemy
I need to let all the dreams reside there to
where maybe soon I'll love again
where maybe I can sing again
where maybe I can love again
with the wand of my pen.
Tuesday, 21 May 2019
Little pieces 2: WALLS by Adam Parry
There are walls going up all around town
and there's places and people I cannot find
The walls though were always there,
but I just found away around.
and there's places and people I cannot find
The walls though were always there,
but I just found away around.
Thursday, 9 May 2019
Little pieces by Adam Parry
pure heart of many
petty hurts
heal me here
for I am broken
and I am afraid.
Stop crying
pure heart of many
petty hurts
I am here
and I am not broken.
petty hurts
heal me here
for I am broken
and I am afraid.
Stop crying
pure heart of many
petty hurts
I am here
and I am not broken.
Tuesday, 23 April 2019
To all sides...peace by Adam parry
Peace has broken out
in pockets it remains
inside people peace never went away.
But in these peaces
The War never ceases.
No prayer, no song,
no lifelong negotiations
changes front page war,
but peace marches,
bends and breaks and reconciliates,
but, unlike war, peace will never end.
in pockets it remains
inside people peace never went away.
But in these peaces
The War never ceases.
No prayer, no song,
no lifelong negotiations
changes front page war,
but peace marches,
bends and breaks and reconciliates,
but, unlike war, peace will never end.
Friday, 15 March 2019
...and then there was love by Adam Parry
The original word
embraces, explores.
That first moment of design
dreams with us
in dark dramas
that word of forgot memories
begins to teach us,
the only eternal word
spelling out the letters
with our hearts.
embraces, explores.
That first moment of design
dreams with us
in dark dramas
that word of forgot memories
begins to teach us,
the only eternal word
spelling out the letters
with our hearts.
Tuesday, 12 March 2019
The Rainbow by Adam Parry
She paints the night
with the watercolours of God's eyes
she brightens the loneliest heart
with a rain of colour unhoped but
buying my freedom.
She got lost in the rain one day in stolen shoes
and a half-paid for car.
Not looking back went to stop
this Fucking War.
with the watercolours of God's eyes
she brightens the loneliest heart
with a rain of colour unhoped but
buying my freedom.
She got lost in the rain one day in stolen shoes
and a half-paid for car.
Not looking back went to stop
this Fucking War.
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