the poetry of Charles Fry

frere

1997–1995

i am a Harp

my soul cries out,
i am a Harp; reach out and play me.
you only You who knows -- who can --
with the tenderness of your butterFly hands --
pull gently on each string and make me...
make me cry, laugh, weep with the rain,
sleep, dance, smile once again; but here
always Here in your soft arms so pure
and white that reach out to quietly play me.

forgotten memories of being burned at the stake sweet dreams sharing hand-in-hand the stranger hidden courtyards holding You princess happy day loneliness fragile, handle with care my small trip to the cement factory dedication this record is for You the day that I cried Last night I woke up under my bed. my silver Dancing shoes Man my heart tears. the three things strait jackeght like you abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz Fire cooks me Princess Alexandra: A Little Story cats up cat twice sweet rain water little children my heart How blind I am in wooden glasses. I know she's crying cause it stains her voice, Dear Family, I pound at my heart We run away from the ice cream truck purple sunset J. Elephant so i walk up to you with this the Soul queen so, you say that i do not speak window dear sweet old Ordinary i am a Harp

the poetry of Charles Fry

belle

2007–2002

dada

2002–1999

sundance

1999–1997

frere

1997–1995

julian

1995–1994

stone

1994–1993

i am a Harp