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

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

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

This Truth within silence

A prophecy in the middle of geometry
An oracle of inquiry
The deity in this soul
The seed of your God Self
Your fragrance swirling
Eerie in the dark root
The invisible guides us
We are bound to acquiesce.

This would be mine —
my mask,
my shield —
my persona.

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

A generation away from extinction
You slaves of lonely self-abnegating sacrificial instincts
You slave of slaves
Aiding in the acquisition
Paying for existing
With terror and slaughter
Slaves of the capitalists
Mystic fear of consequences
No sense of faith
No sense of direction
A love of drudgery
Only the paranoid survive
Courted by incapacity..

So cryptic, almost meaningless.

Government murdered minds and spirit
With ruin upon ruin
As indefensible as infanticide
The blood of the seed
Ignorant and free
A volcano of revolution
In a state of civilization.

Gypsy

Smoother me in blood
In the air of crime
And all the capital sins
Masters - Peasants - one and all
Lazier than toads
The new nobility - Progress
Idle and brutal
Weariness and anger
Scorn and charity
Like a treasure in the forest
Greedily I await freedom
Like Jeanne d' Arc...
Reason is born to me
The hope of escape
Begging the solace of innocence
Freedom in salvation
For an age of tender hearts

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

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

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

These reasonable songs of savages
Seated beauty on its knee
Armed itself against justice
Contrived to purge the mind
To strangle it
Where all hearts opened towards the spirit
For the body and for the soul
Utterly forsaken - you who love the absence
That impulse for religion
Misfortune was its God
That look so lost, on a face so dead
Courage and destruction inspire these people
Their loathing - a motherless fatherland
Roaring debauchery of that madness disaster
Our extent of innocence
Life - a monstrous dose of venom
A glimpse of conversion - happiness
Mans melodious noble ambition

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

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

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

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

There's a money-spider
Lives in my hat
If I catch him
That'll  be that.

Gypsy

Like a Moon that is dreaming
For the Earth and the stones
For deep still love
Those deserts of moss..
To live a sleepwalker
Hurled into darkness
Never the Angel
Like him I am consumed
On the alters of Solomon
I danced upon the waves
Seeped through all my seams..
The bitter reds of love
Bathing in the poem
Dreaming into birdless space
Across open spiral flaming skies..
The wanderers, poets
Love could have salvaged
Those nights slept, exiled


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..

Her tonic...
The flower that I see
Fades into the nearest shadow

Would you like to know our future?
Mystery and awe
In a world without dragons
Enjoy,
Endure,
Survive
The soul, revealed
The world
The visible,
The invisible
A wide web of chaos

Do you really believe in destiny?
The colour of the moon
The dream
All the clichés
Wrapped in an enigma

Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?
Rushed after her in pursuit
Where everything becomes essence..

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

The horn of plenty
The allure of inexhaustible gifts
Cheap optimism
The bones of antediluvian monsters
The soul, summoned out of its body
Partly dream,
Partly fear,
Partly despair
The fundamental urge to slay, to ravage, to plunder
This moaning pessimism
Amid luxury and security  ..
This com-modified universe is our boredom..

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)

All mortal man would tell -

In darkness did she dwell
Born in the nowhere between galaxies
Of the cognitive metaphor tree
The play of conceptual possibilities
Wafting in the smoke - Survival of the fittest spoon
Destroyed by the slightest twitch of air
And we are all strangers again
Caught in the traffic jam
Movement could ***** it to a distant innermost
In this nation of nowhere -
I crawl back inside me
Everywhere at the same time.

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

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

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

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

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

The world
A tragedy
Sharp sticks and cherry bombs
The soul of a clown
Provoked emotions
Beautiful sad songs
Arguments or expressions

People that know love
Like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise
To burn - to be on fire
The intimacies of lives
Their wounds
Their walks with God
The sounds and movements of their bodies
Evokes a resonance
We become monuments to them
Liberate ourselves from our suffocating mantras

The heart
A strange beast
Hope
The Crystal **** of desire
The slave of the passions
It’s in the bones, it’s in the bones
It speaks in emotions
Walk with me through this dark valley
The parts of me that are used and broken
Through error
Through trial
Through fantasy and illusion

Recognition of an ancient love
The stirrings of the Spirit
The machinery of feelings
The eternal perspective
Emotional harmony with any old God
Your heart is the beacon
Your heart is the storm
A biography of memory
Just before a kiss
Dissolves into texture  
Incoherence and immersion
The pilots of grief
Creeping dreams that flew from the light

That old longing
Waiting inside me like snakes and toads
Rose in me like a flame
Love is undying,
Of that I feel certain
Our emotions are music  
Our bodies are instruments
The most magical thing
Faith
Empathy
Echoing back
Subtle vibrations from the realm of the senses

Earth...

Should be a World of Love...


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

Forlorn like children
Harbouring illusions
Juvenile and arrogant
The unsolvable puzzle of forlorn souls
Dragged into a pit
Illuminates the darkness
In the presence of dimness
In the twilight of silence
You tasted like fire..

Gypsy

If people are rain
I am drizzle ..

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 Veil Between Moments....

Gypsy

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

In his frail dark boat
He sailed the wine
The red seas of his mother's blood
Sailed the borders between brothers
Every incarnated soul on this planet
The benediction of a pristine pedigree
Life, and death, and all that spanned between
Twisting in his life
Foredoomed to swell to our cold disregard
Society spinning their blood-red mazes
Where the threads of men's lives are spun.

Gypsy.

That needle, that orient  light
Your sad decline
By despair of life
Its language, like a dream
The smiles resemblance of the past
Its spirit, now a fainter flow
Some dark oblivion - born to be forgot
From fame's neglected hand
Worn out -
Its vain pursuit of you.

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

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

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

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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Imagine this formless, liquid abyss
When the world is taken back, and monsters rule the trees
Ineffable dimensions, depths upon depths
Stumbling into confusion
The first cosmic day
God's Child soul
Living words passing from generation to generation
In a tone tinged with melancholy
The moan of doves and the feathers of ecstasy
This fathomless, multi-dimensional matrix.
Searches the skies of the realms below.

Gypsy

The lukewarm insipid air
My childish soul
The slumbering contentment
This carefully preserved optimism
A wild longing
A rage against this toneless,
Flat,
Normal,
Sterile life,
A Cathedral of Myself
The established order on their heads
This fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity...

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

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

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

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

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

Drifting on their waves of unawareness
Suffocating in their caves
Ignored  
Disregarded
Unpredictable and rampant
Fading into oblivion

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 prejudiced beneficiaries
The product of diseased minds
Quietly -
Anonymously -
They crawled through the walls of every social taboo
That sinister current
Forms that would still invoke the inquisitions
The fears,
The bigotries
Dense and dark
Their stupid lust for power
Endangering all that is good
The well-disguised myth of Nobility....
Utterly pointless and unbearable.

Gypsy