My Outcast Voice.

My outcast voice doesn't fit in, with all the crappy social voices. That's why I always say words out of place, with all the other fitting words of society. I have always been a square peg in a round hole.

Mark Parry aka Cherry Divine.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

The Secret Garden by Mark Parry.

Semi-circles of very tall Lavender.
With very quiet places to sit down amongst.
To hide from the rest of the world.
Where many bees and butterflies congregate.
The silence of a garden of serenity.

A stream of dark fish nerby.
With a Japanese bridge to cross over.
Where the stream peacefully bubbles along.
To a graveyard of broken monuments.
Where ravens perch upon oblisks.

Animals watch the world peacefully turning.
As the sky moves onwards to sunset.
A few cats laze around shady plants.
Blossoming mint grows by itself.
In small borders near red bricked walls.
Along paths guarded by angel statues.

Here are the gardens of heavenly hell.
Where shadows capture hearts of passion.
This peaceful place of beautiful life.
Where one can be alone and happy.
As carved owls watch with vigil pride.
At your life with a fairytale ending.

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