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.
Tuesday, 21 May 2019
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.
Tuesday, 5 March 2019
A thought caught by Adam Parry
I take the plaster cast off my face
wear a new heart on my sleeve
I let my blood run off and chase
I leave the dust on my eyebrows to rest
and the hairs in my ears to sleep, but
get them up for breakfast.
My toenails hibernate
my hand washes my other hand
and my two feet too.
The grey in my hair surprises me
every time,
while the grey hairs
on my chest surprise me in a different way.
I take the plaster cast from my face and
leave my toenails to hibernate
and cut them with the daffodils in the spring.
wear a new heart on my sleeve
I let my blood run off and chase
I leave the dust on my eyebrows to rest
and the hairs in my ears to sleep, but
get them up for breakfast.
My toenails hibernate
my hand washes my other hand
and my two feet too.
The grey in my hair surprises me
every time,
while the grey hairs
on my chest surprise me in a different way.
I take the plaster cast from my face and
leave my toenails to hibernate
and cut them with the daffodils in the spring.
Tuesday, 19 February 2019
Pardon me? by Adam Parry
No pardon me.
This uniform for a father
wears always in the rain.
He becomes his mask
submits to his own stereotype.
His mask though is all his own
until the darkening at noon.
Betrayer of his own destiny
sacrificing all for one final choice
some plastic indecision
replicated for childrens' amusements.
This uniform for a father
wears always in the rain.
He becomes his mask
submits to his own stereotype.
His mask though is all his own
until the darkening at noon.
Betrayer of his own destiny
sacrificing all for one final choice
some plastic indecision
replicated for childrens' amusements.
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