Whispering winds in cypress caverns,
Huddling trees that moaned...
My fields of Dreams
Submits to the unknown
The abandoned towers of the Supernatural
Bodies blacken under the electric current
The terror that dwells in those secret places
It's magic!
It's God's love!

The Demon Trapper's Daughter,
The most delicious feeling there is,
This measure of the everlasting dance
Atoms of diamond dust
The green ray's rhythmic death
MY daemons of unplumbed space
Of contact with unknown spheres - powers
The beating of black wings,
On the known Universe's utmost rim.
It is mine..
Mine the taking.

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

******* 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

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

These are her spells
Which hope thinks infinite
To love and bear
Her disentangled doom
Whose power awakens oblivion
Spirits whose homes are flesh
Her Earth born spells
Her nature is that universe
This pyramid of love
This harmonious soul
Her language - a perpetual orphic song
A solid frost and sleep
This sea like forest
Around, within, above
Like spokes of some invisible wheel
Quivers, helms and spears
Ruin within ruin
Her mocking orbs harmony
Her Spirit of the Earth, laid asleep
This gentle darkness
Music and light
Through empty space

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

We’re the crew of the spaceship boring - on a one year mission.
The situation's literally life or death - this isn’t science-fiction.

The crew is an actual family - ideal for such a quest,
but none of us volunteered for this - it’s more like house arrest.

We seek out no adventures, we avoid interaction if we can.
We boldly go absolutely nowhere - isolation is the plan.

Wander into our orbit - we’ll scan you with our sensors.
Our station's sealed to aliens and we don't let any enter.

Our voyage is just symbolic we're not in outer space,
the commission is simple self-sacrifice and it happens at turtle pace.

If you need me I'll be me in my capsule, safe in my virtual void,
sequestered for the greater good and shelved like an unwanted toy.