The greater your Spirit the more you are alone
This power of love can spread magic to the world like nothing else
What a wonderful soul so bright inside you
Has the power to heal the Sun’s broken heart
Power to restore the Moon’s vision  
To conquer
Machine men
With machine minds and machine hearts

Gypsy

These young flowers
Gazing on the earth
Our chosen brothers
Our chosen sisters
Of the spirit
They breathe their influences
With which the universe
Knows itself divine
Light of art or nature
The rainbows of the flowers
The mountains and the waves
The night that fears the day
Upon this trembling edge
Bound in such a way
Those imprisoned  
Where hearts once mingled
I dreamt I was that way
Dark buds and leaves
Where clouds are scattered
Where the spirit is mute
Innocence, our hearts devotion
Upon the surface, that wrinkled image
Will find us
Then as now
Under this universal Sun
Radiant - awake
Where the winter rains, the wild woods, sing
Where the earth and the oceans meet
And mourn
Us children of the hours

Gypsy

Between her lips and mine
Beyond the reach of hands
In some ulterior land
Love lingered a little while
And all our desire
Of dreams and days, and things unsaid
Smile for courtesy
Where the shadows and darkness meet
Love turned from us to die

Gypsy

From your perfumed dream-land
Into the oblivion of lost things
To the flames that never die
Burning, Yearning
Despising the world's desire

Gypsy

Absinthe and *****
Coffee and cigarettes
A strange theory
A slight touch
So many personalities
The strange and the rare
A parallel instance
A philosophical allegory
The secret attraction
Spirit of beauty
Always alluding
Life and Reality
Children of flesh and blood


Gypsy

******* was restricted
With pathetic erectness
Amenable to advances
The timid defenses
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
That forlorn old age.

Gypsy

A *****
Vagabond
Vague wars
For the body
For the soul
Medicine and philosophy
A vision of numbers
Progress...
Without pagan words,
Silence...
The lies upheld
This pastime of our princes of politics
What a fool am I
My impulses towards perfection
This marvelous charity
A witness to the glory
the reason
A *****
Seated among profane phantasmagoria

Gypsy

Farewell to the shade
The whispering sounds
Sing in the leaves
My fugitive years
The perishing pleasures
The nightly visits
Your constant flow of love
A momentary dream
The hearse
Turning from my nursery window
Such cause of terror
In an empty sound
Of demons uttered
That seem by tongues
From earth or hell
Those dreadful yells the soul can hear.;

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

In the midst of the teeming multitudes
Conform and be dull
Your sweetness pounded out
Inside all those isolated machines
What secret compartments
An entire world
An unknown world
Born and dies in silence

Gypsy

Send me an angel...to guide me
As I search for the words
To mold a dream
To her heart's desire
Like a lotus flower in full bloom
Her poetry, danced upon the shore
Welcomed, into the Earth
She could slip
Through your fingers like water
To breathe no more
Love no more
Hurt no more
Find peace again
Her light within the darkness

Gypsy

We think
The fire eats the wood

We are wrong

The wood
Reaches out to the flame

The fire
Licks at what the wood harbors

The wood
Gives itself away to that intimacy

The manner
In which we and the world meet each new day.

Gypsy

You are immortal
Imperceptible insects
Sacred you shall be
With love beyond boundaries
Deeper than oceans

Gypsy

God made the Machine

His illusion

Bombarded with pseudo-realities
Manufactured by the media
By governments
Big corporations
By religious groups
Political groups
Sophisticated electronic mechanisms
Universes of the mind

I have a malformed public-duty gland
I must have a Guardian Idiot

On the surface
I was calm
In secret
I was waiting for something
His return
That measures the passage of time
This age-old faith of lovers and poets

A drunkard
Relives ancient torments
Feeds coins into the jukebox
He breathed
Hoped for nothing, yet, lived in expectation
The time of cruel miracles was not past
The dark blue outline of the crescent moon
Branded me with a mark of wildness
As if I belonged to ancient times

For a moment — an instant
I forgot about the horror of not belonging
While deep inside of me
The matrix, unfolded across that colorless void

In this age of rust
Reality, shaped by the forces that destroy it
Walked in dark places no others will enter
There - Souls
That never got weaned from the universe
Became an extension of it...
We are the same people our ancestors were
Lumbering across this landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight
Here on the edge of forever
Truth is a matter of the imagination
Wallpaper to our children
We -
Like
Gods who echo how mortals behave
Gods, a perfection to be emulated
Yet we share their flaws and foibles
We are humanlike
We are divine
Slowly fading in the narrow zone between fire and ice
With all our tenderness of heart
Lying naked in the palms of love.

Gypsy

Take this with you, friend or foe,

We have no thoughts of our own
No opinions of our own
They are transmitted to us
Trained into us
I have fled this wilderness
For the light on the mountain
Red as the rising Sun with Heathen blood
Remember me
On the other side of dark
Alone into that shadowed land beyond death
Listening to the universe in motion
The unimaginable harmony
The genius of the composer
Lost in the weaving music

Jesus, half way to Golgotha
The weight of the world upon his shoulders
He, who would drag us all into this eternal night
Dream bound and rudderless, sailing a hundred sleeping tides
As far as the wind cries, the sea encircles
We seek other states, other lives, other souls
We are given to the wind and are scattered
A perpetual journey of cinder and bone
Towards the eternal
You,
A bubble on the tide of Empire

Gypsy

On the verge of understanding
This clock darkness
It seeps into my bones, my soul
Erodes the spirit
Pooling the blood of consequence
I am in the center of a cyclone
She, my perfect storm
I turn the world round with my hand
Beneath each changing zone
Truth falls
Gently carving many channels in the Earth
The pain of wanting to control the Sun
The tongue of the river
Lost in winter elms
My imagination ******* on the roof
Pandering to delusions
To what is hidden beneath the surface
The cold people
My roots to life
Don't let me drown, make me beautiful
I inhale loneliness
The sweet smell of ****** Earth
Music floating on the wind like dust.
We learnt to dance in this storm
In the background
Her voice
Her Soul
Sadness and longing
Our bonding between tears and rain
In moments such as these
That cast a purple haze across the plain
We are the living things that devour
Happiness and pain

Gypsy

This disgrace of civilization
All the loathsome nonsense
Under the cloak of war
I wrote poems
Engaged my deepest feelings
Urging me on toward zipless *****
To swallow the poison
Drop by drop
Assurance of our own worthiness to exist
The moral support,
The encouragement,
The relief
The sense of loneliness
These thorns held me tight
I would rather be torn to shreds
Holding heaven in my hands.
To conquer my ugliness of distinction
In this world of dogma...

Gypsy

A few stern questions for the Creator
To prove to the world
I’m not a person
I’m Pollution
I believed in monsters
You know
Like vampires
Werewolves
Ghosts
This constant urge
To tear my insides apart
To be devastated
To destroy my life
Sully my soul from the inside
Bury me twelve feet deep
Into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleep
Throw the church down over me
An angel under a white stone
There's awful strange things in this world
Open any door of your imagination
The lurking Presence
The sense of evil
Where the past is only part of the pattern
Swollen with the contributions of the centuries
Steeped in ritual atmosphere
And not without poetry and pathos
We dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday
Suffer...

Gypsy

I Only Speak in Blood
Seven times cursed
Seven times sealed
Murdered by my God
Turned my dreams to dust
Streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas
Its culture slowly fading in the dismal
A dark factory, its heart glows hollow
Strange and haunting
Eyes like little metal studs, pinned
Amplifies my strangeness
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman
The threads of cause and effect
The primitive hostility of the world
It was not a dying state
It was a state of living
Haunting the places in my mind
Be with me always
You - lover, who was never mine
Take any form
Drive me mad
Somewhere between tomorrow and a thousand collapsing suns
You will always be the sound of anguish echoing off my calm
Invisible in the darkness
The darkness of our blindness.

Gypsy

I will face my reality
Embrace the Devouring
This experience of Existence
From off the potter's wheel
Give my soul, for love
Your skin-deep love
It's an act of faith
My unconscious resistance
Then - the miracle of surrender
Through this cosmic dance
We see a river flowing
Her feminine wine
A moonlit beach
The starlit sea
A breath of *****
To tempt her towards passion
Then unbraided her body
Kissed her closed eyes
We hug
Bathed in candlelight
Those brittle fragments
Every part of this soul
Every broken piece
Is a sublime chess game with God
The flow of life
The spiritual path
The gap between compassion
Surrender
Is love’s darkest, deepest region
The faith in his hope
Whiter than the moon
The artists naked humanity.

Gypsy

I turned to Dionysus
His fury of intolerance
Begged madness
Be my guide
My disease of thought
These moods of mind
Sweet crazy conversations
Daydreams and misunderstandings
Madness and time and I have quarreled
Alone on the Siberian tundra
I heard the cries of the dead
Their soul's revealed on the wing of madness
Let me be mad
The madness of Absinthe
The wildest
Luxurious
Poets madness
No glory
No gallant last words
Filled with confusion
You seek treasure
There is only trash
Whimpering the question
Why?
When life itself seems lunatic
Who knows where madness lies?

Gypsy

Here I am trying to live
The death within me
My terror of intimacy
In this destruction
I truly feel alive
My kief,
Hashish
My ***** pipe
******
My drug
My vice
Choked and pained
My Religion
An approval addict
The Moth
The Flame
Dormant like flowers in the desert
Addiction
A work in progress
A refuge
A solace
The greatest evils
The foolishness
Self-destructive martyrdom
Then the consequence of digging a hole
Crawled into my brain.

Gypsy

The wheel of karma
That half-mad bag lady
The austere, unsmiling mother superior
A mumbling, scarred janitor
Survivor of Auschwitz.
A haunted music teacher
Anonymous holy man
I bring them before my mind's eye
Your personal Obi Wan Kenobi
These old friends of my soul,
Awakening to dance their day
At home in this heart
It's an ugly woods
Infinite shades of neutral.
Contemplative acts
Silences
Poems,
Honor this world
With the eye of love
A feast of being
A walk among bare oaks
The souls own meager feathers

Gypsy

My mind is the Prometheus
Surrounded by unknown things
Afraid of the air,
Afraid of the night.
Afraid of everything - love
If you are not my reality,
Love!!
Hell is the ******* real
The paranoia of my sweet dreams.
To be or not to be?
Here.. galaxies circumambulate
Love!!
You will find that I bleed you
Love!!
I hear your deafening voice
Like the sound of flowers blooming
Awaiting that personal phone call from Jesus
Love!!
My chaos flux
Flexibility
Ambiguity
Multi-dimensionality
That kind of ****** liveliness
Welcome to the paradox
From my brains flesh
This illusion
This ocean called the world
Love!!
A minor fragment of the pattern

Gypsy

Let reality be reality
Let things flow
We can grow
We can change
We can learn
Throw ourselves out into the open
We are exposed
No point in pretending
We,  outside our comfort zone
The space around us is beginning to grow vast....
Stored up for us like an inheritance
Have faith
This love is a strength
A blessing so large
You can travel far
Without having to step outside it
Cast a stone across the waters
And the Universe is on its way to being changed.

Gypsy

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 all of this Hurt
Down in the shadows

Space and spawn
It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks
A time of appalling inflation of words
A gap of silence
As light splinters into darkness
A blistering sky
The faltering shadow of unawareness
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
The mermaid girl from the carnival
A book of myths
The wisdom of God


Black ink throbs more than blood
Thorny on the soul
In the feverish dance of dust
The river of emotions bursts its banks
Over the edges of reality
Heaven was crying
For the twilight in silence
The existence of the Existence

Gypsy

A terrorist spirituality
In a perpetual state of fright
A sappy spirituality
Such a benign teddy bear
An awesome, incomprehensible,
Unwieldy Mystery.

Gypsy

There was an Age undreamed of
The Promised Land of oblivion
Threatening oblivions of *** and death
It swims through the Earth,
Like a mermaid of the soil
Sources of the old morality
A night of indifference, apathy, chaos
When you get lost in love
Going into the dark
Out forever and ever
To be noticed by the universe of mad idealism,
Forbidden desires
Memories we can never rub away
All the ****** easeless torments for the unknowable,
My own irrefutable geography
Curled in the narrow monk's bed
Flooding across the rough wooden floor
Into the old soil of the garden,

Gypsy

Early - in a strange bed,
On the other side of the valley,
Wrapped in leftover shadows
The truth,  so deep
In a puddle of sunlight
That sprawled naked on the housetops.
The frozen sea within us
The act of surrender
The need to understand
The ceremonies we perform
God knows what bones I've been gnawing in my sleep
The ******-fingered dawn
Bends to earth another false beginning.

Gypsy

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

I've crossed some kind of invisible line
Into considerations of death and annihilation
A strange place
A time for many words
A soul submerged in sleep
Suspended between was and will be
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
The tadpole before the frog,
The worm before the butterfly
More in tune with a tree than a keyboard
We open our eyes
The day is before us and ...
We become ourselves.

Gypsy

Love
The only civilization I long to experience…
It lies in all of us
Like a mystical rose
Sleeping...
Waiting...
Like a wildfire,
It will stir...
Open its jaws and howl
Crazy like the moon
Ignites the night like a phoenix
One that burns and flies
Casts you into the wind
With powers of healing and damnation.

Gypsy

A cruel wind the Coldest and Harshest of all
I foolishly surrender my mind
I will roll the dice
In the blackness of these skies.

Gypsy

You rage and scream
With all your world-destroying fury
Like the fading tides that dance daily with the moon
Within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame
Searching the mistaken reality of your old identity
You reach through the night to crush the shadow
Observing and engaging the energy of the world
A storehouse of knowledge and wisdom
We can only surrender to its mystery.

Gypsy

Like dark horses
I could crawl inside the lyric
To the beat of a drum
The seed of every sin
Wrapped up in made-up
Sorrow, love, delight
This  quest for the zenith of happiness
A landscape for my emotions
From the realm of the senses
The pilots of grief
Rose in me like a flame
A harmony of sounds
Because that’s my home!
In the vast void.

Gypsy

The plain state of being
Inside of this gory, blood-smeared dream
To be some form of punctuation
Pushers of souped-up harmine
To silence your silly brain box
Precarious vegetable serenity
A sip of the black smoke
That terrible truth serum
Osteopaths of the spirit
Teaching Hermes and Dionysus to swim
Like a wild mustang craving open fields
The altruism of a last syringe
A continual state of shrinking and growing
In the claws of a vulture
Like a fang into flesh
On the far edges of society
So steep and dark between those morphine-coloured walls
A bargain with the cosmos
Creates a god so that time will stop
A mask, for what we believe is missing.

Gypsy

Whispers
Wet with tears
Little collected mumbling's
Implausible
This heart fire
Of would never
Broken
This ruin, made of each other
Reaches out to you in hope
Like a coat, too heavy and too tight
This void of sound
This pain
This spice of life
The pleasure of its warm embrace
Feels like home
Once familiar elements
Looking into your eyes
Breathing your air….
Touching your skin
Dying
In this heart fire
Of could never

Gypsy

There's a moon in your shadow
Forgotten words on dust
At the edge of madness
From the gulfs where lunacy lies
Saints and martyrs
Sages and poets
Picking at our bones
Prophesize with their pen
with blood and tears.

Gypsy

The war's begun.
We are out here
The city
In its own coat of a thousand colors
This city of sorrow
Destroyed
Knowledge - dead
Europe in blood and ashes
The fragrance of prophets lost
The eye of the mute poet
In his quasi-mythical dimension
Serene seers
Silent sages
That monstrous belief that God has spoken
For those
I prayed until my tears were dry
Who will halt the aggression?
Who will wash your ****** walls?
Those prepared to die for the truth
The messengers of discomfort and sacrifice
The odd minority crying in the wilderness
Saints, who know they are sinners
Sinners, who think they are saints
The authorized servants of God
Who brings toys for the children
Who will save Christ?
A beautiful child mourning with downcast eyes
The pretended word of God in his mouth
Preaching publicly the doctrine of devils
From those who killed Christ.

Gypsy

In the concealed darkness
A genetic shadow
Demons
Bloodsuckers
Spiders
Vampires
The resigned indifference of extreme old age
Shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.

Gypsy

Lost among the rituals
The season of our emotions
The phases of our inner sun
Within every solar system of the soul
Our own unique story
As turning as the tide
From the foundations of reality .

Gypsy

The sensitive soul
Fated to journey
The blinding dust of earth
Through the spirit unseen
Like a porcelain angel
A stargirl cries
Tears of light
The noble language of eyes
A pearl of wisdom
The blessing in every curse
A long dark dream to a sun-filled day
Must hope die here
In this land of tears
To water our future gardens.

Gypsy

The moments of silence are gone
We run from them into the rush of unimportant things
Unspoken painful whispers
Dwelling on all that we fear
Unwilling or unable
To be free of this modern machine
To part ways with all that is toxic
Hundreds and thousands of betrayals
How far we have veered from our primeval purpose
Turned and stayed sour
Cynical and judgmental
We widen this web technology
Race through our days
Increase the pressures
Stimulants to an exhausted nervous system
Between us and the immediate
A fire inside the charred heart of a burned-out teacher
Cut off  
From life's blessings
From our neighbors
From the wonders of nature
Slowly forgetting how to smile
Our silence has become a figure of speech
Hissing above the echoing vacuum.

Gypsy

I have seen a land shining with goodness
I have seen a land bright with truth
A land where peace reigns
Love like a fire from every hearth
Compassion flows like deep water over the land
Above comfort, pleasure or selfish gain
I have seen a land of ancient myths
The beginning of all peoples
Once beautiful and brave
Like light and cloud shadows
I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.

Gypsy

The curves of your lips
Dyed with the colour of thoughts
What's left of kisses - Wounds
The wisdom of our ancestors
Terrifying and monstrous masks
On the hearts of humanity.

Gypsy