All beginnings conclude with the middle
This hole in the roof
And all that grass to roll
The poetry of life
If only these flowers could think
In this night so dark
Lend me your lantern
Along this road so dusty
The rain fell in torrents
Floating in a great pool of water
Consoled by the reflection
Then he wiped his eyes
A great loss to every one
Gave a whisk with his tail
Went back into his hole - in the roof
And the storm grew
Lost in its way

Gypsy

Flower of my days
Song of my soul
Fierce was the flame
Of love, wine and beauty..

Gypsy

My artistic desire
The distress of poets
A strange passion for beauty
Voyages from a distant land
The secrets of art
All rare and costly
Dark-veined onyx, pale poppies, this holy oil
Smoke curled blue wreaths through my mind
A marvellous mystical light
Misery, -
Wake me in the morning
Cast anchor, haul down the sail
Some forlorn Adder hissed
As death laughed
Out of the slime - beautiful poisonous flowers
To fill the winter of this days
This world's sorrow
Made misery wiser
Still, chained to this reality
Its
Creeping poverty with dark woodland eyes
I
Then fell upon my knees
Tugged at this coarse rope life
Or some thing of horror
As joy broke from silent lips
Sank down into my deep human soul
Lost..........

Gypsy

******* was restricted
With pathetic erectness
Amenable to advances
The timid defences
Arrested by my strangeness
This aspect of shabby gentility
Nervous delicacy, refinement
A secure juxtaposition
Grovels on the floor
Then promptly devoured...
I must be at the theatre
This dingy place
Near the sky
That faint fragrance of art
Unstrung and jaded
Mocking shadows
This confusion of tongues
Seduced to society
Imagination...Memories
Enigmatical and notorious
Like the malice of the world
Ushered into the vague
Forlorn old age.

Gypsy

Over the edges of reality
Heaven was crying
For the twilight in silence...

Solitude ....

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 in all this Hurt
Down in the shadows
Space and spawn
It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks
Our time .. unappalling inflation of words
Gaps of silence
Splinter into darkness
Our blistered sky
The faltering shadow of unawareness
Thorny on the soul...

Black ink throbs from the pen...
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
This book of myths
The mermaid girl from the carnival ...
Her feverish dance of dust.

Gypsy

Whispering winds in cypress caverns,
Huddling trees that moaned...
My fields of Dreams
Submits to the unknown
The abandoned towers of the Supernatural
Bodies blacken under the electric current
The terror that dwells in those secret places
It's magic!
It's God's love!

The Demon Trapper's Daughter,
The most delicious feeling there is,
This measure of the everlasting dance
Atoms of diamond dust
The green ray's rhythmic death
MY daemons of unplumbed space
Of contact with unknown spheres - powers
The beating of black wings,
On the known Universe's utmost rim.
It is mine..
Mine the taking.

Gypsy

Sorrow is humbling.....
Art to someone else's breakdown.

The sole substance
Like waves
An ocean of boundaries
The infinite totality of thinking
The umbilical conflict
Pregnant with the seed of purpose..

An obscure shadow!
Those who travel but never really arrive
Moving into the unknown
Individually,
Inspired,
Imaginative
Their memory is myrrh
Their presence,
Frankincense and flowers.

Gypsy