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.

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.

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.

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.

...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.

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.

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.