Heap of ashes that I am
Phrased in terms of burning

I hunger
For your taste
Your smell
The feel of your soul touching mine..

Aimless in this sexless foreplay
I have nibbled so long at the table of the your world
It turned to dust in my hand..

Hunger..

The next sunrise -
Sunset
To touch the one you love
To try again.

To live ..
Her stalking beauty
Her theatre of expressions..

In this moment
The gesture of the amorous
The longing for consummation
All desires are abolished
By the plenitude of their satisfaction....

Gypsy

Generals and Emperors ..
The Rich & The Richer
Within grasp  of Power....

A small stage
A vast cosmic arena
Their endless cruelties

How frequent their misunderstandings
How eager  to ****
How fervent their hatreds
Their rivers of blood..
  
Momentary Masters
Of a fraction of a dot

Gypsy

The sweetness of giving....

The foreplay...

Folded secrets between her thighs
Like napkins
Concealed memories in the valley of her *******
She goes with the flow of life
A traveller
A Wildflower
A breath of *****

We - in love...
Upon our lips, a thousand lies

A moonlit beach
The starlit sea,
Surrender and Serenity
Our Spiritual path..
We from the old Magic...
From unseen times, faded memories
Many times upon our knees
We surrendered
Just loved -

Made life poetry
Listened through your screams
Simply naked Humanity...

Bring your empty cups
Your disappointments
Your failures.
Bring your betrayals
Your masks
All that
Dwells in you
Surrender to your own poverty,
Restore  -
The belief in your own guidance
Go within for answers
Nothing
Found in a book
Heard in a sermon

Give your soul
for love
Surrender to the Universe..
Lay your most precious possessions on  the table
And roll the dice...

Be the Art -The Artists....

Gypsy

The dark street
A half-forsaken chasm
The curse of midnight's children
Victims of their times
The annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes
The church
Grew lonely about them
Unable to live or die in peace
Like a child whose mother was forsaken...

Gypsy

There will be Words of Revelation

Endings and Beginnings
Cracks in old friendships
Moments of experience
Chalk lines on concrete...
Some sort of natural justice...
I've cursed this power
Oppressed with slavish fear
Religious tyranny
Adrift, unable to navigate
I could do anything now
Anything I wanted.
I had nothing left to lose
Somewhere - past the End of the World
Infinity
An end to this journey
Death.
What a brief word
Extinguishing of life
Of love
We all end up where we started
This **** must finish

Empty -
Every ocean of life
Flows..
Into a dead planet …

Gypsy

Here she comes
There she goes
She'll twist your bones
She'll turn your mind
You're callin out
One last time
One last time you call her name
Then you twist and turn 'n' bleed again

Lets dance awhile....

The spirits come
The spirits go
Shoutin' from the mountain
They all seem to know
You're the woman within
For this man of sin

You're  miles away
I feel your here
Deep within' I feel you close
I'll walk you through this mind of mine
Help you see
The blindness come
The blindness go

In the chamber of wounds
I'll shout your name
In the chamber of wounds
I'll dream your touch
In the chamber of wounds
I'll go insane

In the chamber of wounds
I'll learn to bleed
In the chamber of wounds
I'll have no chance...

Gypsy

One more ride
Aboard this merry go round
Just another spin of the wheel
Another perfect plan
The mother of all schemes
The darkest heart wins it all
Drinks from the pleasures of profit
Rich by default

Give him his name
A pigeon-hole
The cunning of a serial killer
The perfect choice
This drug equalizer
The bass and treble of reality..

The disco divas of make belief
Crumble under the pressure

Bring him some of that pick and mix happiness
That over priced burden of pleasure
Join the line of escorts to his surrealistic pleasures
Watch his ****** suit stretch taking protection to the limit

From the corner
Eyes watching, masquerading as bored
His guitar gently wipes away a stray tear
The bedsit voodoo master fingers the fret
His bedsit altar
Swamped in ambience
His incense prayers
Follow old Cohen
Returning from the river
Memories of Suzanne, wet and worn
Begging for one last go
One more Electric Warrior
One more Dylan brew
For the road

Gypsy