First silence
Then darkness
In my limited realm
The deep end of my heart
This bone-beaked loneliness
You - my stream in the desert
I ask you again
You who watch
In these pure moments of loss
Before you drift
To believe that love could last
To let solitude be dispelled forever
To where the cream and dappled unicorns had fled
To become the absence of sound at the end of the world
Pray for the spirit in the wind
God’s mysteries to find
The whisper in loves music
Of the dreams of ancient warriors..

Gypsy

Remake the world
Release the truth
Into instantly appealing forms
Enlist the confidences of renaissance madmen
Rubbing the human race in its own *****
Sleepwalking to oblivion
With corporate logos on it's shroud
They are illusions
You
A poet
A dreamer
A species extinct
Bowed to the influence of Disney
Assimilated and homogenized
The ultimate *******
*** and paranoia
Dreams that money can buy
Like instant cameras and space spectaculars
Pre-packaged emotions
Secondary narratives with very different meanings
Overrun our planet like the plague
Concealed within a set of political conventions....

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Somewhere in this paradoxical space our imaginations are free....

Quantified and Eroticised

The sacred cow of the community
Drooling on doorsteps
Sleeping on sidewalks,
Looking into our silent world, sheathed in ice
Like exotic minarets and baroque domes
These brilliant and exotic creatures
From an innocent world of contentment, drunkenness
To a state of chronic edginess
and
The perpetual scanning of the great twentieth-century delusion
Micro doses of madness
Strychnine in a nerve tonic
Reality
Stuffed inside our heads
Commercial and nasty
An ideal marriage of function and design
Intelligent sensibilities with no possibility of escape
Hoarding every morsel of life
Between the burial mounds
Our famine of peace
In a deep dream of war
Humanity
A truly free psychopathology...


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Our sinless souls
That form of faultless symmetry
This spirit of nature
The depth of the unbounded Universe
Peace - Happiness - Harmony
In darkness, that bursting bomb
That fearful calm
The wail of widowed love
Lifeless warriors, In deep silence
Spirit - Love
For a desolate society
The apology
From King's and Statesmen
Their spirit of politics
Life's smallest chord
Man's evil Nature
Sanctifies the sword
No shade, No shelter
For the stranger-soul
From sweeping storms
The statesman's game
Their hired Assassin's trade
With a nations rage
With the currency of..
Famine - Frenzy - Woe
Then sealed in gold and blood
Torn from a bleeding world
The Insect Tribes
Those generations, all germs of promise
Scattered across the forest soil
Youth - Integrity - Loveliness
Lie level with the earth
Destined to decay
That suicidal selfishness
Ceased to wage unnatural war
The cause and effect of tyranny
Poverty - Wealth
Dead to all love
Yields -
To the harmony and happiness of man
leaves nothing but the sordid
Lust of Self.

Gypsy

These are her spells
Which hope thinks infinite
To love and bear
Her disentangled doom
Whose power awakens oblivion
Spirits whose homes are flesh
Her Earth born spells
Her Nature is that universe
This pyramid of love
This harmonious soul
Her language - a perpetual orphic song
A solid frost and sleep
This sea like forest
Around, within, above
Like spokes of some invisible wheel
Quivers, helms and spears
Ruin within ruin
Her mocking orbs harmony
Her spirit of the Earth, laid asleep
This gentle darkness
Music and light
Through empty space..

Gypsy

The secret of our seed
The thousand children
The storms endured
The world rustles
Lived out the secret of her seed to the very end
Every step is birth
Every step is death
All the suffering
Every grave is mother, our eternal mother
Reveals her naked death-wound to the sun
Undeterred by particulars, this ancient law of life
Home is neither here nor there
Home is within you
Home is nowhere at all - escaping
A longing to wander the  tears our hearts

Gypsy

Heavy shadows
Draped in perception
The twinkle ruin
Framed in dark charcoal
This - the art of  dream world
This quivering world
Bloated like a vein
To be -
Insect -
A Zen of clouds
A crumb of eternity
That was once art
In some
Unspeakable obscurity
Lucid
Shapeless
In the edifice of infinity
Earth...
Crumbling on your tongue


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