If the aura of truth starts to wane
The shallow intentions or vile aspirations
The light of the sky begins to splinter
The causes of my blindness
Fearlessly pursuing insight
In this murky sea of complexity
Constant, in the center of it all
The unavoidable harshness of life..

Gypsy

The liberation of a stolen future
A future my father never lived to see
To be both master and victim of  time
****** into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes
Unable to live or die in peace.

Gypsy

Reality
A worthless idol
Propelled by hypocrisy and sycophancy
Into this abyss of sham,
The human creature
Selfish, abusive, vile
Society - cynical and ferocious
Traffickers in necessities
The mediocre and unscrupulous
The apotheosis of crooked politics
Imperfectly democratic
Greedy without end
Which refines the vices
Our souls corrupted in the days of Genesis
The pride of man's hopes
Has burdened itself with sadness


Gypsy

In the shadow of loss
In every waking moment
I am strong, electric, and alive,
I chose to dance, to laugh, to love,
To live again...

Gypsy

Living in my head

On this interstate Earth
A brief moment of absolute truth
I have heard the languages of the Apocalypse
Embraced that silence
Emerged out of a depth-less mystery
In a pretense of understanding
Borrowed time
Borrowed worlds
Borrowed eyes
In the gray light the blind dogs of the dark
Watched,
Our consumer culture slowly fading in the dismal sea
The rolling armies and the flames of battle
Cries of a hundred million souls
Like a black wing stretching over the Earth..

Everyone slides back into the Dark Ages
Adrift in the constant sea of trial & error
Yearning for ships to carry us home
When the world itself has ceased to exist
Crowned upon the ashen Sun
In a hangman’s noose
The darkness of the grave

Gypsy

You pay in blood and soul
When the barrier between the worlds is a 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

This Truth within silence

A prophecy in the middle of geometry
An oracle of inquiry
The deity in this soul
The seed of your God Self
Your fragrance swirling
Eerie in the dark root
The invisible guides us
We are bound to acquiesce.

This would be mine —
my mask,
my shield —
my persona.

Gypsy