Dispossessed from some crystalline reality
Inexplicably irrelevant
Quickly dissolving from memory
A forgotten tale of  the retro-coded catalysts
The collective unconscious substrata
A living history of shadows
Seasonally infected
Still inanimate and naked
Gliding downward into the trenches -
Begotten

Gypsy

Today I am mostly drifting aimlessly on the turbulent stream of idle discourse

Locked in this ideological echo chamber
Forever traveling on a digital sea of conforming tranquillity
Fossilized wholly in a great renaissance of public shaming
Becoming scarecrows to frighten away natural reality
While we peer out at existence
From inside our digital caverns
Serfs - Digitized
Persecutors and persecuted,
Hunters and hunted
In the grip of the powers of darkness
Strawmen,
Spectres,
Artificial rainbows
Systems of highly organized ****** and oppression
Susceptible to all manner of lies
We succumb to the most reptilian of our fears.

Gypsy

There are angry ghosts all around us,
Dead from wars - Sickness - Starvation
We live in the era of the curse.
We are all cursed.
We love the black hole  
The centre of all things
Pandora's Box can not be unopened,
No one can return to Eden.
I remained silent,
Adrift in a torrent
Curled in this curse embrace
Dangling from the threads of existence...

Gypsy

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This mute and motionless despair
Living in musty shadows and dismal, oppressive silence
Slowly germinating in the furrows
Of a human race,
Greed - clamouring from the depths of its abyss
The futility of everything
Festering in their middle-class refinement
Weeping for truth which was dead
It was the end
The act was silent and brutal
In this waste land
An ancestral outcast
In the triangle of earth, fire and water
The uncomplicated soul of trees
Dying of hunger
In front of mans last masterpiece
Lurid and spattered with blood
In the warm silence,
In the peaceful solitude

Gypsy

Serenity of light, of translucent ice
I can’t tell anymore
The beginning, past these moments
So much to lose.- lost
Our immortal inspiration of love
A 'graceful exit
Pains end of a melody
The bleak blackness of passions
Unrequited,  
Unexpressed,
Unresolved
Closing circles
Tossed into the seas
Like a novel
The end of The End
The tightrope we walked
The drama of the last awful word
Never unsaid  
Unremembered.
Smell your absence on my skin
The aftertaste  
Still lingers
A placid silence
This winter day
Echoes long into the silver-blue
Of loves empty room
God, upon thrones of marble..
Crying for this love
Mountains and Rivers
Nothing
A husk, rustled by the occasional sigh
It ended sadly
Holding hands and weeping
Love slowly dies
Falling into ruin..

Gypsy

Free flight into the wordless
Away from art
The day erased
Inflamed with a special longing
The search begins
Through mystery and madness
You linger in the lowlands
In the primal sympathy
To become an echo of someone else's music
This infinite wisdom of the ages
Older than the flow of human blood in human veins.

Gypsy

Mythology is our drug
The black thing
The dark water
Inhabiting the mind.
A universe of cause and effect
Neither creed nor allegory
Not to liberate but to limit
Deny the infinite
The dream-built ship of the god Yoharneth-Lehai
Above the River of Silence
Listening to the universe in motion
Lost in the weaving music
Until death meets us on the path

Gypsy