Untitled. Mark Parry.

Untitled.

Criminals and yobs with massive gobs.

And little respect for others.

Twisting our harmonious lives.

Because they don't understand.

What peace and silence really means.

They've had no real experiences.

Always surrendering to mind control.

Until they all fade into oblivion.

Then we shall be free of the curse.

From corporate bullies of hatered.

No more 24/7 surveillance states.

Life is too precious for slavery.

For those that have real talent.

We're not afraid to use this energy.

Love is not the inner destroyer.

Those that undermine towers.

Made from sky castles of flowers.

Replacing weapons with harmony.

Between all black and white.

Writting Automatic by Mark Parry.

Writting Automatic.

Automatic writting and I'm never fighting.

Only with a system that fails to recognise.

All the potential that floats within.

It's only me when it's time to flee.

As society hinders the bubble I struggle.

To come to terms with who I am.

My lonely spirit will start to glisten.

I hear the voices inside and listen.

Paying heed to all that I feed.

In a sanctuary far from the dead.

Love Is by Mark Parry.

Love Is.

Love is not concerned about creed or colour.

Love is not concerned about wealth.

Love does not hold a grudge against others.

Love will never fade or die for lovers.

It continues to exist without life.

Love does not reject aliens or foreigners.

Love will never hear evil words.

Love does not accept bribes or blackmail.

Love never sees imperfections.

Love does not need to exploit others.

In love there is neither fear nor jealousy.

Love is never concerned about the past, present or future.

Love has more patience and virtue.

Love is accepting of diverse objects.

Love is always eternally divine.

Love is happiness in a place so peaceful.

And love is relaxed in calm surroundings.

England...A very Haunted Place.

England is a very haunted place to live.  Why?  There are many ghosts and ghostly shadows.  Everywhere you turn in strange and weird England.  There are faces of ghosts on buses and trains.  Faces of ghosts on every known street corner.  Even in the high street, you can see and hear their murmers and demands.  They expect you to do whatever they're doing too.  They are the remnants of a very dark previous life.  They are there to always haunt you, wherever you may roam.  They have all been assigned the task of antagonising you, because you do not fit in with their systems.  They are the haunters of yesterday.  They reappear wherever you go to.  You could fly away on an airplane to Hong Kong.  They'd still follow you there too.