Invisible -  
Out in the open
The quiet -  
Your life - unlived
Hangs in this closet time
The door opens - closes
This life in-between - meaningless
You claw at spent moments
The seconds - minutes - hours
Wasted
The purpose you seek
Buried .. In a Paupers Grave
Bludgeoned to death...

In a dream of paradise
Upon a hill
The casual observer
Delivers a speech
Without thought
Line after line
Page after page
The words fall
Into this black hole mind...

The sanity of fury
From the insanity of War
Beckons...

Our Moby **** creation
This white Whale life
Devoid of purpose
Measured in road **** moments of fun and pleasure
This serial killer morality
Holds out hope, a flag of Humanity
On a barren Earth
A barren thought
Echoes across the Universe..

We are -
Have always been -
Lost

Gypsy

This moment of awakening
That eternity lost to us
Lights up my abyss
Quarrels with the world
The sacred aromatics of filthy education
Grumbling Beggars, Artists, Scoundrels
From that same desert - the ghoul kings of life
Exempt from all morality - nurtured with lies
Bury my imagination
A precious flame - returned to the soil
All those noisome memories
The hissing of the fires - fading

Gypsy

Our posturings
Our imagined self-importance
In our obscurity
This vastness
The great enveloping cosmic dark
The endless cruelties
How fervent their hatred
Their rivers of blood
Challenged by this point of pale light
This Earth
Where we make our stand.

Gypsy

In the empty spaces between stars
Painfully visible
Entirely ignored
Alone
Nothing to escape from
Nothing to escape to
A life
Unlived
Rejected
Lost - Alone

Gypsy

From inter-lunar dreams
Of the illumined sea
Through the wind flowing folds
A storm is poured
And 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 Earth's 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

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

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

Pregnant with  the seed of purpose...
Submit your passions,
Sentiments
Weaknesses
You are what you dream

Gypsy

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

Gypsy

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

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

In the shadow of loss
In every waking moment
I am strong, electric, and alive,
I chose to dance, to laugh, to love,
To live again...

Gypsy

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

Gypsy

Tumultuous waves of thought
Anxious and grieving
My brain became hollow
There is something to be said - for being dead
In crouching cellars - alone or together
The intimate sanctuary of beauty
Far off - a voice in my ear
Like a dream - I feel your caress
On this indifferent tide
I wave the visible world away
Into the oblivion of lost things
Into the iridescence of decay
Like a sunset in a hazy day
Fearful of hearts treason
Your phantom fevered loves remorse
Gnawing at a worlds despair

Gypsy

When something breathes beside you in the dark
Swallowed up in being
Some huge thing at rest
The stillness from which the mystic approaches
An abstract and negative
As king - as Warrior
Inside our own head
Opaque by its very fullness
Like Lucifer in Meredith's sonnet
A deep and noble source in the mind
The inward unity of its spirit
The living fountain of divine energy
This spatio-temporal Nature
Moving in space and time.

Gypsy

Cold disdain
Tattoo my body
With fierce buzzing flies
Drunkards in dark streets
A melting dialect of death
Altars of spiders
My soul eternal
Mixed with the Sun
Visions of purity
In an immemorial age

Gypsy

Come away with me?
Stay with me?
What could I offer?
Nothing
Anything

Gypsy

Heaven's intentions
Are not what they may seem
When half the world
Is left rattling at the door
This Angels eloquence
Cannot explain
Or teach the World
His paternal care
From Earthly things to things divine
What men have deemed substantial
Since the fall
The mind a wilderness
Through want of care
Plant a foot upon this ground of trust
Your god - merciful
Sets all to right
Every sudden slip and transient wrong
Spoken like an oracle
As science points its telescopic eye
A precious pearl of trust and light
Mercy's grand apocalypse displayed
Sits absolute on its unshaken throne
The pride of lettered ignorance, that binds
Our accomplished minds
Hurts our pride, moves our envy
This dark importance
Learnt beneath despair
When weary we retreat
On Sunday's
To the house of prayer..

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

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

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

Drunk
He lies in wait for me
The Wars of Men
The opera of justice
Clothing cruelty with charm
That old hell
Wealth
Spattered with blood
That sick despair
In streets
In churches
Across a dead calm sea
Mountains
Shores
The marching of mankind's slaves
Finance
In a season of comfort
Poets and Storytellers
Painters and Sculptors
With a duty to seek
That rough reality
Embrace
Those ports of misery
The poetic grotesque

Gypsy

If people are rain
I am drizzle ..

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

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

Nothing in this life
Like the leaving it
Death...A tiny night-light
On the point of expiring
A dull, dreary affair
Dreading and hoping all.

Gypsy

We are the centuries
We have your Eoliths
Your Pompeii
Your Caesars
We have your ****** hatchets
Your Hiroshima's.
We bury your dead
  
Feel pain
Give birth
Seek manhood
Taste a little godhood
With blood-stained vestments
Our mindless anguish amid the rubble
We march in spite of Hell..

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

The Veil Between Moments....

Gypsy

The screen, Awakens,
Holster your MIND

Realities TV

Drips from dawns syringe..
Ready to hurl its daily dose...
This digital fix,
Ready to be every dreamers dream
This faceless abattoir of emotions
This mills and boons reality
Dragged from some pit of despair
Naked,  truth and lies merge...
That all telling clarity
Fading from view
As you leave sanity
For the moral hinterlands of BEING
One last time you twist, only to turn
No more pleading
No more begging
That digital fix...pierces the brain


Lost...to all REASON

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 serpent, weaves through death, kaos and night
On the floor of a breeze
Wrapped in sweet sounds
The hungry years
Chase the day
It limped and stumbled
In the void new world of man
The mystic measure and shades of light
Wings - soft and sweet as thought
From the depths, solemn and slow
Spirits of Air and Earth
Fill the dance
Of the desert years
A thousand drops of sunny water
Vanish into rain
And live within the soul

Gypsy

There is an emptiness inside of her

The intervals between grief
A void that will never be filled
That longing never disappears
Hovers at the her edges  
It takes up space and it ***** out the air
Grief twinkling in the distance
Such a jagged fault line through her history

I am swept up in it....

Gypsy

Beyond the memories of a thousand murdered Generations
On the edge of useless law
Us
New citizens of Rome
Surrounded and absorbed...

In ceremony, we journey through this world
Beyond the memories
Beyond bad dreams
To the givers of Prayer

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

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

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

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

How did it come to this...
Born into this hell
Looked around for Salvation
Looked around for crumbs
Blew my own trumpet
On the occasions I blew at all....
Now here we are
Steppin' stones to a paradise never seen before...

Did you ever think
Free
Did you ever think
Those redeeming thoughts..
The humbled Me
Before the greater good...
Did you ever think

The late nights
The early mornings
The all that matters
Breaking  curfew with the don't care at all..
Here in the Below
The far fetched seems closer at hand...
Seems to conspire with Life
For all new beginnings

Did you ever think
It would come to this
Before you thought at all..
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

The shore and the wave
Breaking in measured thunder
The minnows of this ichthyological metaphor'
Aphrodite on her scalloped chariot
The echoing dunes,
That kind of intoxicating insanity
Other people dreaming outside of the lines
Walking into my life
Needing someone to love them beyond reason
I breathed all of them in so deeply
Fascinated by touching eternity
The ocean's pulse
The voices of tides
Navigating the shores of the heart
Night's black spell on darkness
Caught the light, the air, the wind
Running down the edges
As we are crying the oceans, in our tears
I Am.....

Gypsy

The liberation of a stolen future
A future my father never lived to see
To be both master and victim of  time
****** into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes
Unable to live or die in peace.

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

Catch this thought
As it falls
As it ruptures time,
As it cuts - reason
As it draws - blood,
Life - giving death its final stab
It turned its back
One to many times
The push and pull of emotion
Twists its allure
The noose of passion
Your ****** poetry
Your lust - lingers
For a moment
Plays on minds - games
That once in a life time feeling
Comforts me
Draws me in - closer
Promises
Kept - then
With a wish you were here
Broken in the final moments
Life - giving death its final stab
A jester's trick -
The pillow talk of strangers
Will bring us to our senses
The depth of knowledge
In the urban fantasies, banishing
Tears, from our conveyer belt lives
As they peck and pick
At daily routines, mundane mantras
Our ****** mothers - ******* fathers
Raised this ****** generation
From rack to ruin
The knives - out
The love in
Push and twist
In the gap of ages
The connoisseurs
Will have salt for the wounds
Make a meal of every pain
Will drink your blood
Stand close to your flame
Feel your heat
as you drive the stake deeper
It will not change
This illusion of me - you
This once upon a time
This merry go round of hours and minutes
These Angels of War
Demons of Conflict
Gather at the foot hills of Love
To stand the test of time
To feed upon memories
Given - freely
The past
Held hostage
In the back rooms of time
Life - giving death its final stab

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