Like a damaged nerve,
Like a dark bird
The spice of life
How i remember You, through all of Myself
How Your absence, troubles me
How i hide all of this Hurt
Down in the shadows

Space and spawn
It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks
A time of appalling inflation of words
A gap of silence
As light splinters into darkness
A blistering sky
The faltering shadow of unawareness
The past breathes through this emptiness
Pandering to the illusion of movement and change

This space around us is beginning to grow
We have faith that in this love
The mermaid girl from the carnival
A book of myths
The wisdom of God


Black ink throbs more than blood
Thorny on the soul
In the feverish dance of dust
The river of emotions bursts its banks
Over the edges of reality
Heaven was crying
For the twilight in silence
The existence of the Existence

Gypsy

A terrorist spirituality
In a perpetual state of fright
A sappy spirituality
Such a benign teddy bear
An awesome, incomprehensible,
Unwieldy Mystery.

Gypsy

There was an Age undreamed of
The Promised Land of oblivion
Threatening oblivions of *** and death
It swims through the Earth,
Like a mermaid of the soil
Sources of the old morality
A night of indifference, apathy, chaos
When you get lost in love
Going into the dark
Out forever and ever
To be noticed by the universe of mad idealism,
Forbidden desires
Memories we can never rub away
All the ****** easeless torments for the unknowable,
My own irrefutable geography
Curled in the narrow monk's bed
Flooding across the rough wooden floor
Into the old soil of the garden,

Gypsy

Early - in a strange bed,
On the other side of the valley,
Wrapped in leftover shadows
The truth,  so deep
In a puddle of sunlight
That sprawled naked on the housetops.
The frozen sea within us
The act of surrender
The need to understand
The ceremonies we perform
God knows what bones I've been gnawing in my sleep
The ******-fingered dawn
Bends to earth another false beginning.

Gypsy

You pay in blood and soul
When the barrier between the worlds is whisper
When magic, old magic, sings
The truth of the Earth itself
Lures the Spirits from their tombs
From the dying pyre in the darkest forest
Where once I prayed for forgiveness
The sad clouds scatter
Calling things that don't have names
To have a life of their own,
Not an existence doled by others
The Tree of Life
The Garden of Eden
Their shadows come from the light
Lives with me, deep inside
Standing comfortably within its mystery
In tune with nature,
In tune with ourselves
In alignment with our all
The essence that can bind
A collective force reawakening on the Earth.

Gypsy

I've crossed some kind of invisible line
Into considerations of death and annihilation
A strange place
A time for many words
A soul submerged in sleep
Suspended between was and will be
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
The tadpole before the frog,
The worm before the butterfly
More in tune with a tree than a keyboard
We open our eyes
The day is before us and ...
We become ourselves.

Gypsy

Love
The only civilization I long to experience…
It lies in all of us
Like a mystical rose
Sleeping...
Waiting...
Like a wildfire,
It will stir...
Open its jaws and howl
Crazy like the moon
Ignites the night like a phoenix
One that burns and flies
Casts you into the wind
With powers of healing and damnation.

Gypsy