tag:loganjparker.com,2005:/blogs/the-only-red-tree-in-the-woods?p=2The only red tree in the woods2024-02-13T00:51:45+00:00Logan J. Parkerfalsetag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/73503972024-02-13T00:51:45+00:002024-02-13T00:51:46+00:00I Don't Feel Anything<p>I walk into the airport and hear a piano singing</p><p>10 fingers dancing over black and white keys</p><p>Like everything in life:</p><p>Ethereal.</p><p> </p><p>It’s soothing and it’s puzzling</p><p>Why would someone even bother?</p><p> </p><p>It’s Italy and it’s hot</p><p>Italians don’t drive</p><p>They dodge death.</p><p>Their impatience</p><p>And their need for speed</p><p>Is nothing short of spectacular, I think.</p><p> </p><p>I wonder why sometimes a holiday is hell</p><p> </p><p>But then the piano sobs softly</p><p>While a million feet march through the day</p><p>And I am feeling trapped on the runaway</p><p> </p><p>We met a Greek</p><p>3 Immigrants and we saved a pup from certain death</p><p>The house was haunted so we didn’t sleep</p><p>I wept on the beach.</p><p> </p><p>My eyes are tired and dried</p><p>The plane hits turbulence</p><p>I’m back.</p><p>Don’t really know why or how.</p><p>The plane touches down.</p><p> </p><p>I don’t feel anything.</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/69392882022-04-03T22:12:09+01:002023-10-16T15:58:52+01:00Fish in a bowl<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/688bd03bce1747d3bb3a8d7020fd8a2a773aa78c/original/277254178-397053078906945-9107335343012365095-n.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>If you take a fish out the sea, it dies. Unless you put it in a fish bowl but then it’ll never be free again, still it might survive. Well, partially. The fish will continue being a fish but certainly not the same fish as before. I think this fish will be unhappy and maybe it will end up drowning in sadness. Maybe all the fish are unhappy, the ones in the sea and the ones in the bowls. Maybe they all want something else. Maybe happiness is like oil and water.</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68700482022-01-15T17:49:42+00:002022-01-15T17:49:42+00:00One hundred days<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/3b6227789f6a794bdf6f18198ed3fb2957188bb5/original/65f8a0be-8970-440b-b1f4-f75bbba6d9a7.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />One hundred days have passed.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>In my naive beliefs</p>
<p>I hoped all memories would fade with time.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Trees have lost their leaves.</p>
<p>Bees have come like thieves</p>
<p>and our sunflowers are now staring </p>
<p>at me while I'm standing here </p>
<p>alone.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Memories and thoughts</p>
<p>are now brighter and clearer.</p>
<p>I know now</p>
<p>My love for you is stronger</p>
<p>even if I no longer want to feel it.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Fuck it!</p>
<p>I have to admit it.</p>
<p>My love for you is real.</p>
<p>It is all I can feel.</p>
<p>It is you and you alone.</p>
<p>Our sunflowers in the sun.</p>
<p>Our empty garden.</p>
<p>You're the one.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>February 22, 2021</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68700452022-01-15T17:42:40+00:002022-01-15T17:42:40+00:00Some people are full of good intentions<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/5782b605b3a6447498b27d3f88bbc39e2e6647f5/original/bc8c6695-55ec-4aea-bbe6-2bf2e41443d0.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Some people are full of good intentions</p>
<p>They lay their opinions </p>
<p>and flag their misbeliefs</p>
<p>they focus on the ifs</p>
<p>and they always claim to know better.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I find their views as tedious as my predictable ex-boyfriend.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>What they claim to know is common knowledge.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>What I want to do goes way beyond it.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>With eyes colder than ice.</p>
<p>My voice lowers as I dismiss their advice.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>What I want to do requires love and devotion</p>
<p>not some nonsense-senseless good intention.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>February 15, 2021</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68700442022-01-15T17:29:18+00:002022-01-15T17:29:18+00:00Ashes<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/bbb76a3804a2046c8277be9e0de03149c1806d10/original/a9945d6d-fd0c-48bb-8578-d70f059aa80d.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />I'm here looking at excuses</p>
<p>not to close my eyes and sleep.</p>
<p>My mind has the bruises</p>
<p>and my soul is looking deep</p>
<p>into something I still want to keep.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I feel like you left and I</p>
<p>tired to make the best</p>
<p>and move on.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But I know</p>
<p>deep in my heart.</p>
<p>You left without a song.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I think of you</p>
<p>Day and night.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Wondering if you'll have a thought</p>
<p>or maybe two.</p>
<p>About me and you</p>
<p>together.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Now and forever</p>
<p>I'll carry the ashes of our love.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Something that is lost and gone.</p>
<p>Something that keeps me from moving on.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>October 10, 2020</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68700432022-01-15T17:23:44+00:002022-01-15T17:23:44+00:00For my greatest love<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/038e0f1da67da93cd254d5fc750f8735449c4264/original/291592c3-5478-44ae-8b3b-aa38dcaee5c3.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Mum, turning my back on you</p>
<p>is pain, hurt and sacrifice.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You are my greatest love</p>
<p>The loveliest soul.</p>
<p>You are the sun</p>
<p>and all the waves in the sea.</p>
<p>You are all the stars in the sky</p>
<p>in this universe and beyond.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>You are my greatest love</p>
<p>and the best in this world.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>My heart breaks and I cry</p>
<p>everytime we say goodbye.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Nov 4, 2021</p>
<p> </p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68690032022-01-14T17:00:27+00:002022-01-15T17:15:23+00:00Rainy Street<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/8bf066a79652a1abc94b2449deef964e0c0fd0f6/original/cf21219b-ff76-4fff-8b8b-890e8215ade5.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />High up amongst the snowy clouds</p>
<p>my ground thoughts run past me with devotion </p>
<p>Destiny ahead is free.</p>
<p>Anticipation beats the motion.</p>
<p>Lingering fire within.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I was going somewhere</p>
<p>at least so I thought</p>
<p>In and out</p>
<p>My mind is as blurry as sweet</p>
<p>like a film capture of a narrow rainy street.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Our eyes will meet</p>
<p>Loved and apart.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Every hour is a second lost.</p>
<p>Each and every of my thoughts</p>
<p>belongs to you and you alone.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Wrapped in each other's dreams.</p>
<p>This is just what it seems:</p>
<p>love above all logic.</p>
<p>Pure and straight.</p>
<p>Passion is the tonic</p>
<p>but God told me to wait.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>The miles that separate us are merely platonic.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>So we wait.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>As my cloudy thoughts foresee</p>
<p>One day it will be just you and me.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>These metal wings will bring me back once more.</p>
<p>To that sacred embrace I adore.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Reunited,</p>
<p>our hearts will fill this empty space.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Here's to our gentle surrender.</p>
<p>When our eyes meet again.</p>
<p>Next week,</p>
<p>in that narrow rainy street.</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68689932022-01-14T16:51:51+00:002022-01-15T17:17:37+00:00War<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/f52e3bc6acb1805df3619e745e4fa08ad3145a72/original/924f4327-050e-470f-9910-840a160679b7.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>A place of war</p>
<p>that burns like a star.</p>
<p>A stage for pain</p>
<p>when love was vain.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I wield my mind</p>
<p>Back to back.</p>
<p>Not knowing what to expect.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Distance stretches misbelief </p>
<p>like a lonesome flower</p>
<p>in a desert field.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Missing our ways</p>
<p>I pack the checks of our happy days.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker</p>
<p>December 9, 2021</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68133382021-11-18T01:31:27+00:002021-11-18T01:31:27+00:00Across the room<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/cc9d557dfb5712253116690a61dc98b9d3047c67/original/211984075-231663352112586-2053146228113744842-n.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Some handsome man</p>
<p>Sat across the room.</p>
<p>His smile burned the space between us.</p>
<p>And I held my voice so high in song.</p>
<p>Afraid he would be gone</p>
<p>before the music stopped.</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68133332021-11-18T01:24:48+00:002021-11-18T01:24:48+00:00Long eyelashes please come home<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/71b6cf0a554ca42339d662648421f687e38289f3/original/256092446-312064544072466-9082980355123205854-n.jpeg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>One day a man came from far away</p>
<p>A big, strong and kind hearted man</p>
<p>came cross my way.</p>
<p>His eyes,</p>
<p>Blue as a summer wave.</p>
<p>His skin was soft.</p>
<p>Heavy love poured from his heart.</p>
<p>His mind was as powerful as the stars above.</p>
<p>Never once was cold.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>His ways were warm.</p>
<p>His hands were told</p>
<p>To give,</p>
<p>To keep</p>
<p>always and to hold.</p>
<p>His grip was firm</p>
<p>Yet it was sweet.</p>
<p>The sweetest love I found.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Days went by.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Friends to lovers.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Now I can't stand all these miles apart.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Tears under my covers.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I want my man.</p>
<p>He's my sweetheart. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I dream of him.</p>
<p>His long eyelashes in the sun.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Long eyelashes please come home.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker</p>
<p>October 2021</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/68133252021-11-18T01:09:09+00:002021-11-18T01:09:09+00:00To love and to leave<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/833f5b52c95f8cc84fecde8ca711f44ed516a292/original/257288378-296536118990549-8834140790162417461-n.jpg/!!/meta:eyJzcmNCdWNrZXQiOiJiemdsZmlsZXMifQ==/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>To love and to leave. <br>It hurts me to feel <br>Such atrocious pain. </p>
<p>Our hearts spin like a metal chain. <br>Will it ever break again? </p>
<p>To love and to weave. </p>
<p>Needles and lanes. <br>Our hearts beat for the season. <br>Our blood is in flames. </p>
<p>To love and to leave. <br>It’s never been plain. <br>To hurt yet to give <br>My fear is my shame. </p>
<p>To love and to leave. <br>It hurts just the same.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker</p>
<p>November 10, 2021</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65248882021-01-19T18:12:14+00:002021-01-20T01:49:57+00:00Less<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/08cb2d38b41064dc064b36d1e2e0836bd573a55e/original/img-1099.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>I thought I was less. </p>
<p>I starred myself in the eye, <br>A mute cry. </p>
<p>My feathers crooking. <br>A route that is no longer routing. </p>
<p>This cunning mask. <br>This game of chess. <br>King and Queen. <br>Both seem to be gone, <br>back into the past. </p>
<p>I'll cry so, <br>I shall confess: <br>I lost to myself.</p>
<p>LJP</p>
<p>July, 2020</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65144192021-01-06T02:58:24+00:002021-01-06T02:58:24+00:00Guilty<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/ee3ee29e34f39523cac5650a3945924006114039/original/44368354-1996097570468415-3771039123797772821-n.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />Sometimes I wish you all could read it in my eyes,</p>
<p>the unwritten lines,</p>
<p>the forgotten times,</p>
<p>the hurt, pain and sacrifice...</p>
<p>all the sleepless nights.</p>
<p>And I gotta stay here,</p>
<p>right behind these eyes,</p>
<p>right behind these eyes,</p>
<p>waiting on the skies</p>
<p>to read the sentence dawn</p>
<p>in which I'm guilty of it all.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker </p>
<p>November 2018</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65144152021-01-06T02:45:16+00:002021-01-06T02:45:16+00:00Perspective<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/673943f05b31805baffe392b429ab932dec543f1/original/49465637-246352849617463-7673094723420420448-n.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" />'All in life is perspective' Music whispered in my ear, while the sea breeze nodded reluctantly.</p>
<p>Logan J Parker </p>
<p>January 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65144142021-01-06T02:34:57+00:002021-01-29T12:49:25+00:00Old love<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/e059ef1718c15568bcc1cc39dc0c64854e245b0e/original/70362339-129942895021059-5459507500917894717-n.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>The man has returned </p>
<p>Languid like a seagull in the wind,</p>
<p>Soft like a sea stone </p>
<p>down in the deep blue sea.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Paintings in his skull.</p>
<p>Music in his skin.</p>
<p>Stories in his hands.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>His smile is mine tonight.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I hear his warm tone </p>
<p>Like rushing water under an ancient boat. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>The way he asks me questions, </p>
<p>The way he makes me blush. </p>
<p>His strong gaze won’t leave me </p>
<p>Even when he walks away, </p>
<p>Deep into the night. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I’m the object of his curiosity.</p>
<p>I am the center of his attention.</p>
<p>I know he wants me madly as ever.</p>
<p>I know it won’t last forever.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Will it ever last in fact? </p>
<p>This wanting,</p>
<p>This longing,</p>
<p>Will he understand me this time? </p>
<p> </p>
<p>The way he left brought pain into my heart,</p>
<p>A thousand lines I wrote </p>
<p>The sweetest songs of love and hope </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Oh </p>
<p>Tonight I promised him.</p>
<p>I gave my word. </p>
<p>I did it once more. </p>
<p>For him, </p>
<p>For me, </p>
<p>Alone, </p>
<p>For us together in my thoughts of love.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>For the man I used to adore.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker </p>
<p>September 2020</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65144112021-01-06T02:25:25+00:002021-01-06T02:25:25+00:00Travelling<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/866afb81ee40391a5032740be12d8cb283b3504a/original/66707791-373795893511493-8770332317550725112-n.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Travelling is just like swimming.<br>You got your feet off the ground, <br>Crumbling motion, <br>Your limbs go floating, <br>Free from the worries <br>you've been carrying <br>In your shoulders. <br>Your heart goes fishing, <br>Those promises of love, <br>On the road. </p>
<p>Travelling is just like flying, <br>No sense of time or space. <br>Apache by the lake. <br>Travelling is for the fallen. <br>Peaches and yogurt, <br>Fire and smirks. <br>Kisses in the shower <br>When the curtain is half shut. </p>
<p>Sheep in the valley, <br>The swan couple near the sand. <br>Rain through sunny skies. <br>Countless breathtaking sights. <br>Rainbows up the hill. <br>Half naked souls <br>Making love outdoors </p>
<p>No travelling without <br>This natural thought. <br>Nature walks in my boots <br>Hunting truths, <br>While rivers roar from down below. </p>
<p>On my mind: <br>Motion. <br>An overrated sense of loosen caution <br>When I see that yellow line. <br>Blue seas and oversized time, <br>Dunes stretching down my spine. <br>Furious sand. <br>Precious land. <br>I leave this heavenly place <br>Holding hands with my soulmate, <br>Until next time. </p>
<p>Bidding farewell from the gate <br>Looking back just one last time <br>We hear that song in our minds. <br>Green dot in my eyes. <br>Binding corner in my smile. <br>I'll hold it all close. <br>'till next time. </p>
<p><br>LJP August 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65144102021-01-06T02:21:31+00:002021-01-06T02:21:31+00:00North<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/70f615346c86fe9d43ab15dc8a9cf1bc6c01df68/original/75518379-241326953501386-4750405690835959626-n.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>My heart belongs to the wilderness, <br>The skies still red like a never-ending song. <br>As long as there is the ocean for me to look upon, <br>I'll cross it once, twice, <br>back and forth, <br>until the sun sets and the morning breaks <br>And my heart awakes <br>All the way up North.</p>
<p>Logan J Parker</p>
<p>Dec 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/65143932021-01-06T02:06:25+00:002021-01-06T02:06:25+00:00Lynton Bay<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/dee27e48218d0777a7b05c4c484ad1d18cbd5457/original/67374272-2342654869384975-2956575167574159402-n-1.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Some people draw lines in the sand <br>I stretch my hopes and walk over rocks <br>My soul goes swimming with sharks <br>in Lynton bay. </p>
<p>I'd like to sit here with my man one day, <br>Sing till dawn, <br>Lay my bones flat and wet in the silky rocks, <br>Let the southern winds shape me like a sea stone, <br>And stay. </p>
<p>But I won't make it this time I'm afraid, <br>I'm leaving this promise behind, <br>A murmured prayer floods the tide so high <br>While I turn my back on the sea <br>Something moves inside <br>Me. <br>As a stealing thief <br>To be. <br>I'm taking this rocky beach as my sole Valentine.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan Jay Parker</p>
<p>August 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64572772020-10-16T17:32:49+01:002020-10-16T17:32:49+01:00Wild thing<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/8d9e2460de91582d30c09de3b784149d9fae4a88/original/logy4.png/!!/b:W10=.png" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p> </p>
<p>Your life, my life. </p>
<p>Doesn't it mean the same thing? <br>Your heart, my heart. Don't they beat the same way? <br>Your skin, my skin. Touch it. <br>Touch me. <br>Do it again. <br>Doesn't it feel exactly the same? </p>
<p>I am what I am. <br>We are different in fact. <br>Colour won't fade. <br>Eyes. <br>Size. <br>Shape. <br>Destiny. <br>Growth. <br>Faith. <br>Religion even, is something discussable. <br>I'd say private even. <br>Reusable. </p>
<p>You are your own thing. </p>
<p>Then why we do this to ourselves? <br>Why do you do this on the first place? </p>
<p>Love. <br>Do not hate. </p>
<p>Make peace with the Gods <br>and believe it or not <br>You are universe. <br>Unique. <br>Communion. <br>Diverse. <br>You are your own thing! </p>
<p>Don't fold that wing. <br>Unfold the truth in the wind. </p>
<p>Be wild. <br>Be your own thing. <br>Embrace your comrade. <br>Don't let it all fade. <br>Beat your fears. <br>Embrace the snake. <br>Just be that wild thing. </p>
<p>Do not compare. <br>Share. </p>
<p>Live while you enjoy living. </p>
<p> Be real. </p>
<p>Spend time believing </p>
<p>in others </p>
<p>in things </p>
<p>but first, </p>
<p>yourself. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be that fucking wild thing </p>
<p>and never give a damn </p>
<p>about what others may think. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Be grand </p>
<p>and sublime. </p>
<p>The rest is sand. </p>
<p>Be who you are.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>May 18 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64572672020-10-16T17:23:54+01:002021-05-17T16:28:27+01:00Spark<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/cc12da976066354965806572cb50846caa7eac87/original/2018-09-26-logan-parker-1503color.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Music is that very thin line lost in the horizon,</p>
<p>distant dream so close at sight.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Some say they are far away,</p>
<p>those cloudy notes of pure delight.</p>
<p>But I sat in the sand, day and night,</p>
<p>holding it all close to my soulful heart,</p>
<p>waiting in the dark.</p>
<p>For that spark,</p>
<p>for that spark...and I never left even though I tried." </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>April 9 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64572652020-10-16T17:22:12+01:002020-10-16T17:34:40+01:00Soul on Fire<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/01618c5c000dfae350c47788e62fac6aa7e0f62b/original/2018-09-26-logan-parker-2258-1.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>I asked the moon one night </p>
<p>“will you light my soul on fire?” </p>
<p>“I ain't got flames like that star over there.” </p>
<p>She answered pointing west. </p>
<p>My eyes rushed through the night sky, </p>
<p>stumbled upon two lonesome clouds, </p>
<p>patiently waiting on dawn </p>
<p>to tell them where to crawl. </p>
<p>“No need to hurry up” she said. </p>
<p>“He ain't going nowhere. </p>
<p>So...When the morning comes, </p>
<p>you see, </p>
<p>your star will light your soul on fire as you so desire. </p>
<p>I'll be here when those flames fail to keep your heart warm </p>
<p>and you need someone to talk. </p>
<p>Someone to hold you from the dark.” </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>June 6 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64572622020-10-16T17:19:40+01:002021-01-19T19:05:26+00:00Love<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/00c87afda8fa7e78ee758da3f754e11922d33bae/original/ljp-kentish-town-18.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>Love is water running when you're thirsty. </p>
<p>Love feels like sunbeams burning in your tummy. </p>
<p>Oh love! </p>
<p> Snow flakes falling in the summer. </p>
<p> Love is music playing in the toilet. </p>
<p> Love is sharing a full bowl </p>
<p> of sweet popcorn </p>
<p> in this very colourful, </p>
<p> hidden, </p>
<p> secret corner. </p>
<p> Love is a Sunday mellow flugelhorn. </p>
<p> Salty and sweaty thunderstorm. </p>
<p> Love is this handwritten poem with my perfume. </p>
<p> Love is a bike ride in the rain. </p>
<p> Love is repetition </p>
<p> with no getting tired of the same, </p>
<p> again and again. </p>
<p> Love is a flooding sunset, </p>
<p> soaking wet, </p>
<p> every day's bet. </p>
<p> Love is my blood, </p>
<p> your heart, </p>
<p> our haven, </p>
<p> this hugging, </p>
<p>humming words </p>
<p> thrusting deep into your soul.</p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>April 7 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64486922020-10-04T01:43:08+01:002020-10-10T03:12:07+01:00The Fall<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/cfbca63167e136f41ccfbabfbe5b28bc7b357f61/original/2018-09-26-logan-parker-4021-1.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>I want hate to fill up my entire body </p>
<p>and ignite my soul </p>
<p>I want it all over the table </p>
<p>Spilling onto the floor. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I want to slam that door. </p>
<p>I want to find a way out this misery and doubt. </p>
<p>I think I found love, </p>
<p>Bitter, painful, heavy-looking, downtown love. </p>
<p>I dropped it all on you. </p>
<p>It burned you all over </p>
<p>And I let it burn </p>
<p>Until there was nothing left </p>
<p>But death and I alone. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>A part of me is gone. </p>
<p>I looked everywhere and I found a hole in the sky. </p>
<p>The base. </p>
<p>The walls. </p>
<p>The chairs. </p>
<p>The fall. </p>
<p>It was all or nothing. </p>
<p>And it was all too painful. </p>
<p>Now every time I look around </p>
<p>I find a hole in the ground. </p>
<p>And my body and my mind want to jump right in </p>
<p>A peaceful place to be. </p>
<p>The birds will come and sing for me </p>
<p>The many songs I wrote </p>
<p>With words so full of hope. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Now ropes around my throat. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I want to be strong. </p>
<p>Fill my heart with utter strength. </p>
<p>I want to be wrong </p>
<p>And do it all again. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I want the fall. </p>
<p>I want the pain. </p>
<p>I take the blame.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker</p>
<p>31 August 2020</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64486912020-10-04T01:32:52+01:002020-10-04T01:34:23+01:00Morning Light<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/1d55b08d2f43e3c1a3fd92c5e67c47ba9b1ba9a6/original/2018-09-26-logan-parker-2111.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>In the dead of the night </p>
<p>I am going back in time </p>
<p>Going back </p>
<p>To the days we left behind. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>And I’ll never hear your voice again </p>
<p>Whispering in my ear in the morning </p>
<p>Your fingers sweeping away all the shadows in me </p>
<p>Your longing for my loving </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Light glows in our bed </p>
<p>Our intricate warmth lighting the day ahead </p>
<p>I can even hear you say </p>
<p>You love me </p>
<p>Again and again </p>
<p>While you lose yourself to me </p>
<p>And I find myself in you. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Looking back into the past I see </p>
<p>You were never meant for me. </p>
<p>Now, my pillow may be wet with tears </p>
<p>But I know somewhere, </p>
<p>An ocean away, </p>
<p>In this cold summer night, </p>
<p>Lies a waking man </p>
<p>Who has lost his morning light.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J Parker</p>
<p>August 24, 2020</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64426932020-09-25T14:29:40+01:002021-07-08T02:32:48+01:00Frail<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/7a4321827976e31e53e4f698ec1fa961cee473fa/original/ljp-28mm-23.png/!!/b:W10=.png" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>No one has ever seen what's behind that frail smile of yours. </p>
<p>A thousand words echoed. </p>
<p>A million doors were shut right before </p>
<p> that beautiful and frail smile of yours. </p>
<p>Tears have been falling heavy in the dark. </p>
<p>They've warned you it's hard to stop once you start. </p>
<p>Blood that has grown colder and colder in your heart. </p>
<p>Life has happened like you heard it would. </p>
<p>In and outdoors, you've waved your hand in goodbye like you should. </p>
<p>You said sorry, it's time. </p>
<p>A waste of smile, </p>
<p>so frail, </p>
<p>so fine, </p>
<p>the last one in the pile.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>May 10 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64426922020-09-25T14:22:19+01:002020-09-25T14:22:19+01:00Legs<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/6cdbe3ce8c293bd7f1ffd6158cbf13f05e72f05e/original/2018-09-26-logan-parker-4006.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>"If you have a dream go chase it and don't you ever dare to look behind. Your legs will take you there even if you lose your heart along the way." </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>March 19 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64426882020-09-25T14:14:53+01:002021-01-19T19:07:28+00:00Sacrifice<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/556349933c8b6ce35e68ec02d4b640dca1a81cb5/original/2018-09-26-logan-parker-4334color.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>One day I'll walk into the room </p>
<p>without the weight of gloom. </p>
<p> Then, you'll hear it in every note:</p>
<p> Hurt. </p>
<p> You'll feel it in your bones </p>
<p> but it won't weight you down </p>
<p> for music is light, </p>
<p> sacred pain. </p>
<p> The pain one has been through. </p>
<p> Music crucifies me every time </p>
<p> but it comforts me knowing it's my sacrifice.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>February 17 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64426872020-09-25T14:09:01+01:002020-09-25T14:09:01+01:00Real Musicians<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/debd64a358dde296ef0076631c8f468c48ededa6/original/loganparker1bw.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>“Real musicians make real music and real music makes fucking history. Musicians are only humans and sometimes unable to cope with something as big and deep as that. Imagine the weight and pressure in this short story. Imagine the glory.” </p>
<p>Logan J. Parker </p>
<p>January 26 2019</p>Logan J. Parkertag:loganjparker.com,2005:Post/64426852020-09-25T14:03:33+01:002020-09-29T00:31:08+01:00The only red tree in the woods<p><img src="//d10j3mvrs1suex.cloudfront.net/u/370437/95b8d0f0ff6ea0c706b39278267fa3d9094a52b3/original/img-6592.jpg/!!/b:W10=.jpg" class="size_l justify_center border_" /></p>
<p>One day, in a forest far away</p>
<p>There was a red tree lost in the grey.</p>
<p>It grew up fine to make the woods</p>
<p>The oddest place</p>
<p>To be</p>
<p>To live</p>
<p>To breathe</p>
<p>To hate. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Solitude.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But there it stood</p>
<p>Tall and red</p>
<p>In colour, heart and shape</p>
<p>Completely different from all the rest. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>The other trees caressed the skies</p>
<p>With greyish leaves</p>
<p>Blaspheming lies</p>
<p>About that</p>
<p>One</p>
<p>Lonely</p>
<p>Silent</p>
<p>Red</p>
<p>Tree. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Time went by,</p>
<p>An eternity.</p>
<p>Until the tree got up on his feet and finally walked away. </p>
<p>Lost in the grey as it should</p>
<p>Like any other red tree would do</p>
<p>In that wood</p>
<p>Feeling completely misunderstood</p>
<p>In this world </p>
<p>Where difference is somehow wrong. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>The tree walked for many miles</p>
<p>Facing the harshest of the skies</p>
<p>Falling rain, thunderstorms and tears</p>
<p>flooding his big wide eyes. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>No one to understand.</p>
<p>No hands to come and make amend.</p>
<p>No place to call home.</p>
<p>A red tree would never bend.</p>
<p>The longing of belonging. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>In all this madness</p>
<p>The tree sat down</p>
<p>Sinking down in sadness</p>
<p>Let his branches fall.</p>
<p>A curtain of the deepest of the reds.</p>
<p>A waterfall of the heaviest of the tears. </p>
<p>And in those woods</p>
<p>Of lonesome misery</p>
<p>While the tree still weeps</p>
<p>Sobbing</p>
<p>Shaking</p>
<p>Singing. </p>
<p>The only red tree in the woods. </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Logan Jay Parker Dec, 20 2018</p>Logan J. Parker