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ALesiach Jul 23
Gypsy sits under the twinkling starlight,
of a fierce love she sings into the night,
but never a lover is in sight.
Will you be her lover?

Gypsy fades to a gentle slumber.
Will her dreams be light or thunder?
Will they dwell on life's duress
or a lover's sweet caress?
Will you be her lover?

Gypsy can freeze you, put you on ice
or she can take you to paradise.
Do not forget to hold on tight
or into the abyss you will slip at twilight.
Will you be her lover?

Gypsy stirs in the morning light,
her dreams are gone like mist in sunlight.
Did you read the message in her eyes?
She will be waiting in the night.
Will you be her lover?

ALesiach © 09/19/2014
James Study Jul 16
I remember the two story frame house
surrounded by a gold sea of wheat
and the summer morning before the heat
the sounds from the creek would be my rouse

the sound of water running over rocks
held no fascination as it ran
it was the clinking sound of a tin can
that made me run to the door with no locks

the sound that came drifting up from the creek
the sound of voices of just a few
a kitchen match being struck on a shoe
in the summer maybe just a week

where do they come from and where do they go
they don't live in a house like I've known
they don't eat at a table in a home
I don't question for fear they don't know

I sit and listen for name of a town
and highway numbers I hear them say
and names of rivers a new one today
I know there is much more to be found

lying on our backs we watch clouds roll by
they seem to be more like puffs of steam
going the same direction as the stream
these people move like clouds in the sky

suddenly I would stir and look about
hearing my mother calling my name
and just as before I've always came
then one day so distant my mothers shout
Kellin May 24
I just want gaze into the eyes of the unknown and hear it whisper  
you belong here
Aniron Nov 2018
her solid feet still travel
the lonesome barren land
the vast savage grounds
she holds in her heart like fire.

with pride she walks and dances
through the dark, through the flame
she leaves her mark but never lingers
oh, she is only with the wind to stay
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...



- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Purcy Flaherty Sep 2018
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
TheMystiqueTrail Sep 2018
Who said
sound is a vibration
that travels at a bizarre speed?

I saw it softly floating
ensconced in bubbles
to a celestial gravity
that pulls them up
to the realm of idyllic bliss.

Bubbles exude the
brilliant hues of my yearnings,
wrap me inside
their merino fleece warmth,
hold me to their *****
with the tenderness
I ever cherish in my soul.

Sound nestles in its heart
a mesmeric glow of music
ordained to play
the salute note
to augur the birth of a
new hankering.

The woeful flute
of the gypsy maiden
soulfully sings
a melancholy melody
for her lost love
to get a phoenix’s wings
under the silver mist of the
new moon’s splendour.
L Sep 2018
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.
Lol this ones for you.

You know who you are.
Heavy Hearted Jul 2018
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.

every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.

you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
leave me alone
Sad Boy Jul 2018
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
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