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Gypsy Dec 2020
In the concealed darkness
A genetic shadow
Demons
Bloodsuckers
Spiders
Vampires
The resigned indifference of extreme old age
Shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.

Gypsy
Gypsy Dec 2020
Lost among the rituals
The season of our emotions
The phases of our inner sun
Within every solar system of the soul
Our own unique story
As turning as the tide
From the foundations of reality .

Gypsy
Gypsy Dec 2020
The sensitive soul
Fated to journey
The blinding dust of earth
Through the spirit unseen
Like a porcelain angel
A stargirl cries
Tears of light
The noble language of eyes
A pearl of wisdom
The blessing in every curse
A long dark dream to a sun-filled day
Must hope die here
In this land of tears
To water our future gardens.

Gypsy
Gypsy Dec 2020
The moments of silence are gone
We run from them into the rush of unimportant things
Unspoken painful whispers
Dwelling on all that we fear
Unwilling or unable
To be free of this modern machine
To part ways with all that is toxic
Hundreds and thousands of betrayals
How far we have veered from our primeval purpose
Turned and stayed sour
Cynical and judgmental
We widen this web technology
Race through our days
Increase the pressures
Stimulants to an exhausted nervous system
Between us and the immediate
A fire inside the charred heart of a burned-out teacher
Cut off  
From life's blessings
From our neighbors
From the wonders of nature
Slowly forgetting how to smile
Our silence has become a figure of speech
Hissing above the echoing vacuum.

Gypsy
Gypsy Dec 2020
I have seen a land shining with goodness
I have seen a land bright with truth
A land where peace reigns
Love like a fire from every hearth
Compassion flows like deep water over the land
Above comfort, pleasure or selfish gain
I have seen a land of ancient myths
The beginning of all peoples
Once beautiful and brave
Like light and cloud shadows
I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.

Gypsy
Gypsy Dec 2020
The curves of your lips
Dyed with the colour of thoughts
What's left of kisses - Wounds
The wisdom of our ancestors
Terrifying and monstrous masks
On the hearts of humanity.

Gypsy

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