Gypsy - Hello Poetry

Born - Here on Earth - Into the glow of the firelight Close to the end Of doctrine and teachings magical nectar Sunlight - shadowy glens Drinking Mountain tops Chill winds from the forest The moonlit deserts - darkness swallowed As the low thunder sounded Bloomed on the Canyon walls Died cursing existence Fire spit - from off in the dark Swallowed me up - froze me solid Wailed and howled Like a banshee coming for the Dead Lost in the shuffle The shattered Spirit of Mankind... G.

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Sep 12, 2023

Sep 12, 2023 at 7:03 AM UTC

Gypsy

Unsung #1

Born - Here on Earth - Into the glow of the firelight Close to the end Of doctrine and teachings magical nectar Sunlight - shadowy glens Drinking Mountain tops Chill winds from the forest The moonlit deserts - darkness swallowed As the low thunder sounded Bloomed on the Canyon walls Died cursing existence Fire spit - from off in the dark Swallowed me up - froze me solid Wailed and howled Like a banshee coming for the Dead Lost in the shuffle The shattered Spirit of Mankind... G.

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The jumbled froth of life A frayed tapestry of ruin Made sodden by the rain Concealing a malignant thought Those ancient instincts Become my own tormentor Filled with the reek of forests in decay Merging dark in the webbed greasy darkness Singing for the road These levelling times A brainless mechanical automation of jangling discord Within the silt of memories liquidated to the transitory currency of destruction A drowsy chaos of reasoned passions written on the passing wave Dawn - hints at the shape of things - flexes Through the struggles of our ancestors Forever haunting the abbreviated memory of flesh In our braided stream of citizenry We are all the dead and dying.. Gypsy

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Aug 21, 2023

Aug 21, 2023 at 8:38 PM UTC

Gypsy

Dead Inside

The jumbled froth of life A frayed tapestry of ruin Made sodden by the rain Concealing a malignant thought Those ancient instincts Become my own tormentor Filled with the reek of forests in decay Merging dark in the webbed greasy darkness Singing for the road These levelling times A brainless mechanical automation of jangling discord Within the silt of memories liquidated to the transitory currency of destruction A drowsy chaos of reasoned passions written on the passing wave Dawn - hints at the shape of things - flexes Through the struggles of our ancestors Forever haunting the abbreviated memory of flesh In our braided stream of citizenry We are all the dead and dying.. Gypsy

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Obscene whining - of infernal discordant music Worn, with a strange lust Whilst the floods menaced Earth Like A Tibetan Mandala All colours dazzling Seeking the formless fire...... For Lust's sake Let us Lust For smoke's sake Let us Smoke,.... The leeches of boredom The pythons of poverty The born and the unborn Flamed up into mania's nameless Nature Pure being - unveiled from the Matrix The four walls of our Prison Part of the Veils of matter The ultimate reality appears out of oblivion One super-subtle whisper Slipping back to the Ancients Like Faust to the Brocken For ever driven darkly onward There is nothing higher There is nothing more What is lost Eternity can never restore... Gypsy

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Aug 21, 2023

Aug 21, 2023 at 11:54 AM UTC

Gypsy

Veils Of Illusion

Obscene whining - of infernal discordant music Worn, with a strange lust Whilst the floods menaced Earth Like A Tibetan Mandala All colours dazzling Seeking the formless fire...... For Lust's sake Let us Lust For smoke's sake Let us Smoke,.... The leeches of boredom The pythons of poverty The born and the unborn Flamed up into mania's nameless Nature Pure being - unveiled from the Matrix The four walls of our Prison Part of the Veils of matter The ultimate reality appears out of oblivion One super-subtle whisper Slipping back to the Ancients Like Faust to the Brocken For ever driven darkly onward There is nothing higher There is nothing more What is lost Eternity can never restore... Gypsy

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The prejudiced beneficiaries The product of diseased minds Quietly - Anonymously - They crawled through the walls of every social taboo That sinister current Forms that would still invoke the inquisitions The fears, The bigotries Dense and dark Their stupid lust for power Endangering all that is good The well-disguised myth of Nobility.... Utterly pointless and unbearable. Gypsy

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Oct 31, 2022

Oct 31, 2022 at 9:16 AM UTC

Gypsy

Sleepwalker Orthodoxy

The prejudiced beneficiaries The product of diseased minds Quietly - Anonymously - They crawled through the walls of every social taboo That sinister current Forms that would still invoke the inquisitions The fears, The bigotries Dense and dark Their stupid lust for power Endangering all that is good The well-disguised myth of Nobility.... Utterly pointless and unbearable. Gypsy

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A long cortege of shadows Slipping past like water In that groove of purpose Blind and deaf and dumb to all save gold Pawns to its deceptive power Nursed into existence Tunes of decadence A brittle dream, a wilful violation of the actual Streamed into the midnight currents of culture Membranes of memories Pathways between ages Rotating on the planet Life - Mankind Nothing but an editorial cartoon Bouquets Of Barbed Wire Dazzled by lithium Cheap chemical tricks, its secret melancholy Attempts to outwit mortality A haunted, vengeful lover Spent the night in my bones Simply spoke with her skin Feasting on the void Beneath this sand shroud An incubus upon the heart A shadow upon the brain Stung the tongue like poisoned air Burned the lungs without fire Revelled in its own illusory nature Doomed to choose When to choose and when not to choose A wild impulse To protest, To demand Innocence Gypsy

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Oct 5, 2022

Oct 5, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC

Gypsy

Innocence

A long cortege of shadows Slipping past like water In that groove of purpose Blind and deaf and dumb to all save gold Pawns to its deceptive power Nursed into existence Tunes of decadence A brittle dream, a wilful violation of the actual Streamed into the midnight currents of culture Membranes of memories Pathways between ages Rotating on the planet Life - Mankind Nothing but an editorial cartoon Bouquets Of Barbed Wire Dazzled by lithium Cheap chemical tricks, its secret melancholy Attempts to outwit mortality A haunted, vengeful lover Spent the night in my bones Simply spoke with her skin Feasting on the void Beneath this sand shroud An incubus upon the heart A shadow upon the brain Stung the tongue like poisoned air Burned the lungs without fire Revelled in its own illusory nature Doomed to choose When to choose and when not to choose A wild impulse To protest, To demand Innocence Gypsy

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Pathetically inadequate at being - Humanity Idiotically primitive In our destructive urges Pathologically incapable Of simply getting along - We are - Humanity The Doomsday Machine

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Oct 4, 2022

Oct 4, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC

Gypsy

We are

Pathetically inadequate at being - Humanity Idiotically primitive In our destructive urges Pathologically incapable Of simply getting along - We are - Humanity The Doomsday Machine

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All mortal man would tell - In darkness did she dwell Born in the nowhere between galaxies Of the cognitive metaphor tree The play of conceptual possibilities Wafting in the smoke - Survival of the fittest spoon Destroyed by the slightest twitch of air And we are all strangers again Caught in the traffic jam Movement could ***** it to a distant innermost In this nation of nowhere - I crawl back inside me Everywhere at the same time. Gypsy

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Oct 2, 2022

Oct 2, 2022 at 4:28 AM UTC

Gypsy

Nowither

All mortal man would tell - In darkness did she dwell Born in the nowhere between galaxies Of the cognitive metaphor tree The play of conceptual possibilities Wafting in the smoke - Survival of the fittest spoon Destroyed by the slightest twitch of air And we are all strangers again Caught in the traffic jam Movement could ***** it to a distant innermost In this nation of nowhere - I crawl back inside me Everywhere at the same time. Gypsy

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Dispossessed from some crystalline reality Inexplicably irrelevant Quickly dissolving from memory A forgotten tale of the retro-coded catalysts The collective unconscious substrata A living history of shadows Seasonally infected Still inanimate and naked Gliding downward into the trenches - Begotten Gypsy

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Sep 29, 2022

Sep 29, 2022 at 5:56 AM UTC

Gypsy

I feel

Dispossessed from some crystalline reality Inexplicably irrelevant Quickly dissolving from memory A forgotten tale of the retro-coded catalysts The collective unconscious substrata A living history of shadows Seasonally infected Still inanimate and naked Gliding downward into the trenches - Begotten Gypsy

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Today I am mostly drifting aimlessly on the turbulent stream of idle discourse Locked in this ideological echo chamber Forever traveling on a digital sea of conforming tranquillity Fossilized wholly in a great renaissance of public shaming Becoming scarecrows to frighten away natural reality While we peer out at existence From inside our digital caverns Serfs - Digitized Persecutors and persecuted, Hunters and hunted In the grip of the powers of darkness Strawmen, Spectres, Artificial rainbows Systems of highly organized ****** and oppression Susceptible to all manner of lies We succumb to the most reptilian of our fears. Gypsy

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Sep 20, 2022

Sep 20, 2022 at 7:13 AM UTC

Gypsy

Today I Am Mostly....

Today I am mostly drifting aimlessly on the turbulent stream of idle discourse Locked in this ideological echo chamber Forever traveling on a digital sea of conforming tranquillity Fossilized wholly in a great renaissance of public shaming Becoming scarecrows to frighten away natural reality While we peer out at existence From inside our digital caverns Serfs - Digitized Persecutors and persecuted, Hunters and hunted In the grip of the powers of darkness Strawmen, Spectres, Artificial rainbows Systems of highly organized ****** and oppression Susceptible to all manner of lies We succumb to the most reptilian of our fears. Gypsy

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There are angry ghosts all around us, Dead from wars - Sickness - Starvation We live in the era of the curse. We are all cursed. We love the black hole The centre of all things Pandora's Box can not be unopened, No one can return to Eden. I remained silent, Adrift in a torrent Curled in this curse embrace Dangling from the threads of existence... Gypsy https://soundcloud.com/arzathon/dangling-from-threads-of-existence?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Jul 18, 2022

Jul 18, 2022 at 12:09 PM UTC

Gypsy

Dangling

There are angry ghosts all around us, Dead from wars - Sickness - Starvation We live in the era of the curse. We are all cursed. We love the black hole The centre of all things Pandora's Box can not be unopened, No one can return to Eden. I remained silent, Adrift in a torrent Curled in this curse embrace Dangling from the threads of existence... Gypsy https://soundcloud.com/arzathon/dangling-from-threads-of-existence?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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