In the darkness - My dark-beating Heart
The inarguable injustice of loving
All its mystery, beauty and pain
Sad
Confident
Insecure
In lonely desolation
Your name - Spoken for the last time

Then - fresh tears
From an empty Heart
The sorrow
Soothing electric vibration
I stumble,  get up
Into considerations of Death and Annihilation

Strange little memories
Dragged out to sea by the undertow

Silence -
To forget time,
To forgive life,
To be at peace

There is nothing more
But all that I have lost

Love
Pours the whole of itself into each moment
Love
That small beacon
In this terrifying darkness
We are connected by a bond of sympathy
Reduced to the unutterable ignorance
I know that ghost wandering lost on Earth

Death
The only God who comes when you call

Gypsy

The bishop,
Fallen now -

Friends, estranged or dead
My grave and bed denied me..

Upon a thousand stages
Themes of art and song
Of poets with lines to weep..
Feelings by gram or ounce

Civilisation,
Put to the gun -
Humanities puberty,
Roared like..
Lion and Woman -
Rag and Bone..
In this lonely place
Decadence became wisdom

Allegorical dreams,
Adorn old songs...
There's a purpose set
The great forefathers
The counter-truth
Broken on this wheel time..

Nothing is -Soul and whole
Nothing is -Beaten into clay
Man's road,
Remains - An ancient cross..

(Gypsy)

Farewell to the shade
The whispering sounds

My fugitive years
The perishing pleasures
The nightly visits
Your constant flow of love

In an empty sound

The hearse
Turning from my nursery window
Such cause of terror
That seem by tongues
From Earth or Hell
Those dreadful yells the soul can hear.

Gypsy

Ingenious, by its own massy weight
The invention to a priest
Relaxation, the languid frame
The new machine, some youthful grace
Has slackened to a pause
Then dwelt upon the scene
Penniless and far from home
These gifts of a squandered life
The dream -
Of distant floods
Upon loose pebbles
In matted grass
Betrays the secret -
In still repeating circles
That hails the rising Moon
A foliage of such dark
This poet's treasure
Waters from the crystal well
That miner of your Soul
That mimics works of art
Visions prompted by instense desires
This constant revolution
A mere pretender to the name
Philosophy - the eagles eye
Holds out to all ancient barriers
Unexampled, unexplained
While God performs
Within the trembling cities
With rigors of restraint
We the righteous
Counterfeit the motions of old achievements
Defective and unsanctioned
To a God yet not revealed
Humble learners
Of grace, knowledge, comfort
This last poor pittance
In this prison-house the world
That holds mankind  masked
Preparing for our ruin
Exposed - Peace, that memory
Crooked and twisted and deformed
Broken and decaying, society mourns

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

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

Gypsy

Time - that restless Spheres

Drives -
The gravity of the world...
The flowers to fade..

Sweet passion's lie..

To cancel all our vows
From life to death - Beyond this mercenary drudge
The rewards of sin
The metaphysics of magic
These omnipotent studious Artisans
Emperors and Kings
Stretched the minds of man
To deceive ourselves...
In a world of profit and delight
A strange philosophy
Harsh, contemptible and vile
An Altar and a Church
The regents of a perpetual night
Vain fancies and despair
Our revolving door of time..

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

You pay in blood and soul
When the barrier between the worlds is a 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 see the Money-Lenders
Back in the Temples,
I see the poor - the meek
On your Devil's Sea,
Hear the echo
Some voice -
from a Cross, the aeons
Dripping Blood
On God's intentions,
I see your Soft **** Christianity
Break that pact
I see that GodLust,

This Butterfly on a Wheel
Redemption, so near, so far
Man's price to pay
On this trail of tears
Starvation, War, Money, Misery... debt
Sanctified, held up with your Bible-Belt,
A world Lost in its madness,
Your scripture
From some Book of God
Paved the way
A miss-understanding - neglect
I see you fools on the hill
Begging mercy from Jesters,

Lost -
We Are..
On this Devil's Sea.

Gypsy

From inter-lunar dreams
Of the illumined sea
Through the wind flowing folds
A storm is poured
Waves wake sounds
A loud whirlwind harmony
Solid as crystal
A sphere within sphere
With a thousand motions
Of self destroying swiftness
The secrets
Of Earths deep Heart
Her melancholy ruins
The anatomies of the unknown
Like my words, they are no more
Filling your empty annihilation love
Its nature is its own divine control..

Gypsy

She sees your bleeding dark side
She feels your angry heart
Her voice, shapes forever
An amber waterfall
Powers of healing and damnation
The shadow of skepticism
I gazed into the Eternal Blue Sky
That shiny and deceptive glaze of delusion
I long to experience
This mechanistic-mystical civilization
Murderous machines and Gods
In the dark and hollow spaces
To drift with wave and tide
In the weeds of common things
Amongst the dry leaves of the heart
Spirituality, the quicksilver moments
The blind force of the world
To take burdens from the weak
The sorrow that lay cold in a mother's heart
Shaded with dark and dappled with light
Her eye of love
Reveals forbidden places
Such death and chaos
A thousand bonds of delight
On that Everlasting Staircase

Gypsy

I know the system
The confines of the world
Of whirlwinds and of darkness
The crowing of the ****
I see it only now
The parasites of contempt - cruel developments
Sending enough of us ****** - to the devil
We recognize each other always
Civil simple souls
The surly and joyous ones
The only elect of Eden..
Free to live a modern wretchedness
Thinking of pleasure, of escaping
This dream of ****** wisdom

Gypsy

In the light of  truth
That sacred fire
Our  well of salvation
Penitent sinners, sincere, truthful  
Another satanic sucker punch
The spiritually dead, lost in a haze of words

Cherishing a deep desire for some lost paradise
Sinners with broken and contrite hearts
Weighing heavily upon the Body
Blind minds
Blind eyes

Love has grown cold
Wisdom
The mother of solutions
Wanders forlorn in your sacred lands

The path of light
Fall in pride
Rise in humility
As the Earth repents of mankind

Gypsy

A door into the dark
The bright rim of the extreme
Raking at dead fires
The fury of indifference
Like a deacon at prayer
Money mingled with man's divinity - inflicting pain
The anaesthetic for the sceptics side
In this furnace fire she slept
Where the light wind lives
She hangs between the thoughtless world
Created half to rise, half to fall...

Gypsy

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

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

******* 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

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

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

Solemn hours,  that mock the night

The grey dawn
Paved the meadows with gentle odours..
These visionary flowers
Murmuring,  collecting tears.
This cradle to a memory
Calm and mild
Like friends - Once parted

His song now silent, the Spirit mute..

Gypsy

We stumble like children
Strive greedily to take in as much light and love
Find comfort in the rhythm of the sea
To synchronize with the frequency of the waves.
A coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees
To make impossible poems from space and silence
Cities  intrude into the distant humming welcoming darkness
Seething with hidden life
A little bit of the sun and moon
Part earth and sea, wind and fire
The surge of grief,
The respite of peace,
Then fear again
And the mystery wraps the earth in waves
This infinite procession of life

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

Sheets of zinc changing under my foot
The dreamless face of the Sun's steady acetylene
Migrant envies - watched the skies burn..

They want their dead back
My wife, my children, my home
Over the pink fires, where the natives walked
Quietly Envied, quietly Human
With sea-green eyes, with every reflection..

I'm nobody, I'm a nation - folding the sea
Telling mourners around the graveside
I loved them all, the drowned, the lonely
The sailors at Sea, dividing the absent...
On this unlucky island
We all know
Our dust is Industrial.


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

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

In our corner of the Forest
The snows fall  
The white winds blow
The lone Wolf dies
Born at this moment
In this time of despair
Grief and bereavement
The reality of our powerlessness
A single soul dwelling in two bodies
That deep part of you
Touched our wounds with your warm and tender hand
The kindest, noblest, and best of things
Always together in spirit
Bound by enormous affection
From the depths of the distance within us

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

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

Sorrow - Immortalized in dust

Humble proud faces
Sacred ceremonies
Those spiritual celestial treasures

A thousand torches, that never sleep
This endless moment
Caught in the crossfire of time.

Gypsy

Strange  -
Childhood - a new disguise
That empty husk of love
Desolate and sick
In silent sorrow
The shadow of a shadow
Setting us apart
These ashes of an ancient fire
Where the poor, dead people stray
Despising Earths wisdom

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

******* 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

Like a thoughtless machine
The mystic chords of memory
The better angels of our nature
My heart, a throbbing engine
Like a wailing train
There's too much fuel,
Too much fire
A blessed provision of Nature
A few bad notes or vibrations
From the masterpieces of sages
Flickered into this dark night.

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

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

I was within and without
Moments of joy and clarity
Repelled by the inexhaustible
Addicted to thought
The mystery and the awe of a flower

The breaking of the shell
The daily miracles of  life,
The evil that is in the world
Pain
The seed of suffering
A frequent repetition of pleasure
Energy condensed to a slow vibration
The cosmos within - without
The sacred water of life
Dwells at the root of a tree
Lost in a mysterious Universe

An hour before the Devil fell
That great rush of anger
Trapped in the dream of the Other
Permanent, intolerable uncertainty
Gazing up at the dark sky
Laid my heart open to the benign indifference
All that remained of hope -
Love
The only reality of the world

Gypsy

A symphony of Hells
Has no power over Pagans...

Burdened with contempt
Slaves to infernal stupidity
****** and dead to the world

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

I've played cards with Plato
Dined with Edgar Alan Poe
I lived in places of pain ,
Places of sorrow
I shared a cell
With men nobody wants to know
I've seen the writing on the wall
The epitaph of fools
I've seen history made
I've seen history fall
I've heard old men beg for youth
And youth beg for the grave
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I've been up on the plateau
Where wise men talk with the wind
I've seen the fading light of God
Heard the tales of children
Around the campfires at night
Stories of monsters
Darkness and light
I've watched the flames dance
A dance of memories and rage
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I've ridden' your wild horses
From the concrete jungle
To the wild wild wilderness
I've turned to see your beauty
Echo in some strangers eye
Then fade with age
I've heard the old woman say
To late is the day you die
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I'll drown my sorrows
In this cup of poison
Stand and howl at the moon
Beg for your forgiveness
And I'll crawl for you
Across broken glass and bones
And I'll crawl for you
Like only a man can crawl..

And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls...

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

There's a ghost of a candle
Lit by a flame of hope
Burning in a church of sorrow..
A cross
Forged on the Anvils of War
The souls of many a battle
Screaming Hymns of Redemption
While mothers and lovers
Cradle memories
In arms, that knew the touch of love
In arms, stained, by the forces of life
As
The love of nations
Echoes
Screaming Hymns of Redemption
In the fading light.

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

From the ages since time began
We lapsed into a kind of collusion with entropy
That eternal song over the waves
To the sound of his name in heaven’s mouth
We swim in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements
From the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare
Born a child of light
To resurrect dreams killed by hate
To heal the sun’s broken heart
To restore the moon’s vision
Transform faiths agony into peace

Gypsy

Pride
Half slain
Kneeling in silence
Prayed
Hungered for your love

Gypsy

A chilling sort of grey
A dawning smile
Your strangeness and disillusioned ways
Within - you've set your blackest flag
Your flowers of dissolution
Consume virtue with a breath
Belong neither here nor on Earth
Stranded on stellar shores
The tangled spindles of your uncovered soul...

Gypsy

The sacred calm, that vale of life
Whispering from the slums of Paradise
I was a dog on these streets
Some pensive Spirit from dunes of coal
Beyond the forest of the night
Praying to the carcass of a tightened drum
Once true and kind, that solving emptiness
Unreachable - changed from love to lie
Our Moon - sinking in their Holy Christian tongue virtue
Praised with sour humble hands, gestures and psalms
From the fields of a loveless land..

Gypsy

Gypsy

Angels of Mons
Emblem of prophecy
Baptized in the waters of the flood
Serene repose of egoism
This pestilential stew
Quinine and hope
Airlie - drums of death
Waiting for that magic touch
The spell of disquiet and suspicion
Sentimental concession
Phantasms of the living
The black Raven will come
Herald the deaths head
Epona - personified in stone
Eyes like a wonderful museum
The ultimate evasion
Vividly comfortably domiciled
A certain coldness of disposition
Full of sad dignity

Gypsy

Poppies plucking scant esteem
Into the sad stream of a dream
At last the tranquil perfect flower
Grown blind, grown spectral
Consoling shadows
The sighing of the wind
Lingers
Pitiless and cold
Beneath November trees
We wandered Speaking silence


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