I killed the famous Gypsy woman on the boogie street. My darling Everybody saw me, dressed as a religious man. Everybody knows I work till nine. But it was two in the morning and I killed the famous gypsy woman. My darling Look at me, Look at me and tell me Have I loved you enough? & Have I made it real? My darling Everybody knows you want it darker & Everybody saw, I killed the famous Gypsy woman on the boogie street...
The evening breeze, the rhythm of the trees, the song of love, the honey bees, I climb back under the covers and dream of traveling horses, starry skies, valleys and plains; from which the mountains rise. I keep my feet upon the ground. She keeps her eyes upon the road. travling from A to Z Our souls, wild and firtile, roaming with desire, but love ? In that she is replete; and i'm happy for her.
Gypsy, travelers, Romanys, New age travellers, troubadours Pixies
You think youve won Youve got it all Finally; It all makes sense. All of the pain, The struggle, The hopelessness-- It all led up to what you thought Was your reward For staying strong For keeping on Keeping on.
And now, Things are in pieces again. Nothing makes sense Again. Just like that Gone. ****. Goodbye Bliss.
Im sorry That i didnt cherish you when i had you. Im sorry That your wife is *** And that your girlfriend is a free bird.
It wasn’t fair Here take it all Fix it I never should’ve Let me fix you I shouldn’t have I wanna fix you So you fix me But what’s here to fix ? I can’t fix you You can’t fix me I wasn’t ready for you You’re a challenge You challenge me I can’t have you I don’t want you Yes I do Maybe I’ll always want you But who cares You don’t Do I care ? I never came I didn’t wanna cause you pain But I did And you cause me pain We abused each other I’m gonna let you go It hurt so much But I have to Because if you love someone You have to I’m sorry I’m sorry for being so obsessive For being so possessive But what you did wasn’t right You didn’t really help the fight I don’t know what else to say Ok bye I hope you have a nice day
Nonetheless I refer to you and frankly I cannot stop. I once heard a gypsy sing not anything of this world. I doubt her song was for me. Nonetheless I referred to her almost immediately. Unapologetically removing myself from conclusion. Frankly I just love hearing her talk. Going from place to place. Retrospection It's very likely I never once moved. Referring to her for immediate assistance. Establishing chair in wait. Youthful eyes wild & free. Unable to tame the sunset. Her sense of freedom. Not anything of this world
Outside, night grew darker; stars retracing their paths and the hooded **** riding through the countryside in search of the diabolical olive-skinned female. They circled their horses around a burning campfire with two covered wagons. These weren’t ******* but a clan of Romany pioneering west. Dismounting the robed and hooded Klansmen came out of the darkness and surrounded the lone man sitting at the small fire. Whoreson’s voice muffled by the thick cotton fabric, said, “We’re hunting a witch, boy. You see any strange women?” Getting to his feet the man picked up the simmering pewter coffee *** and pouring the contents onto the fire black night was immediate. Men at the rear of the pack were carrying torches that no longer cast any light; the Klansmen blind and unmoving. There was no sound; the explosion silent if that’s what it was. Robes aflame the Klansmen ran berserk and screaming into the woods. The fires wouldn’t go out as some managed to drop and roll; the forest catching ablaze the flames growing precipitously hotter; trapped by walls of white flame the men no longer seeing night were engulfed by the swelling light and heat.
stay in one place too long and the air becomes dust choking me drowning me an urge to escape like a gypsy in the blanket of the night but when i see those eyes sparkling at me shining for me i know i am home
ahh yes, we need some more love poetry because why not. Might edit this later to make it not so lovey-dovey.