"gypsys" poems
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BUT IF YOU SEE MY MOM, TELL HER TO CALL ME.
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
I can hear the Band of Gypsys
When I find her sitar eyes
But I can guess what she sees
With her moist mouth jarring wide
******* clouds from the sky
Hoodoo Voodoo Medicine Girl
In a thunderstorm of dirt stained pearls
Tranquillity is everything
As we all float down to hear her sing
And she knows full well
That she can pollinate anything
Simply without the need to sting
The half mast will be put in place
As your heart's pump gathers in pace
If you're anticipating to catch her near
Don't act surprised if you're left to persevere
When you finally catch a glimpse
Things won't quite be as they appear
She'll be floating in the stratosphere
Soaring high with no fear
Cos if you did not know
The Hoodoo Voodoo Medicine Girl
Burns on the fuel of your fresh tears.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
Bored , hearing bout the state of the country
Whords struggles & rich #*#$ thievery
I debate all this negativity be a tool
To keep me melancholy not living to my ability
Nobility still be on the wickedry
Hierachy plunder
Just wanna
Drift with snow gypsys out on the Tundra
Stifle the hunger for all things wild
Hear the thunder roll
Sounds of the souls of the war child
No road No tiles
One code No files
Survival mode no abode for miles
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
I sit upon a throne of thorns, wearing a starry crown that isn't mine. Yet I am not unearthly, feminin or divine.
Time likes to trick us, age unfolds turning memory askew. Gold rings that held no meaning, just the absence of you.
I made a declaration to my people, banned this thing they call love. I pulled Cupid from the sky, so he could no longer betray us from above.
I've ruled a kingdom with no king, I've destroyed in ruins end. I cast a match with neglect, causing damage to vast to mend.
Whispered warnings no one would hear, Gypsys predicted this fate that's cursed. Take the warnings that they heed, and listen to The Empress Reversed.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Before the sun brightens our half of the earth
Birds chirp at the break of dawn
You and I, my love
Turn dream to action and embark
Fill our knapsacks with blankets and sweets.
We’ll slip away unnoticed
Without maps or shoes
Fools desperate to explore the unknown.
We’ll gyre the states as gypsys
Ride rails to the sweet scene of a passing countryside
Our destinations many
Kyoto to Anchorage
Shanghai then Budapest
Should we lose our way
It wouldn’t matter the slightest
Should I wake in your embrace at the crack of a new dawn.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
my brain told me not too eat the grain mamas been out picking
it said i should sit inside and watch the telly again
but i did that last week and everyday
in-between
and there's
funny jokes on tv
that aren't really funny at all
but
shhhhh
im not supposed to laugh
mama forbids it
and
her and daddy use to beat me until it was ingrained in my brain
i still won't eat the bread though
hahahahah
sunset hills
is where they lay me to rest
still can't find peace
in the most beautiful places
pack away my bones
on the shelf
i do every now and again
please
tell me to sit still
like the knick knacks
please
tell me to stick my toungue out to catch the dust
and i will listen because that's what mama said
and her voice
that's the farthest i've ever traveled
that's all ive ever known
i run around with the farm boys
at dusk
mama says to be back before the gypsys come out
to take me
my brain listens
my head nods
but my heart tetters on the edge of a cliff
i still continue to chase them around the train tracks
over and over again
an endless cycle of never being able to be happy.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
i want to have mugs. mugs from places i've been and i can make coffee in the morning and go back to my room; where my name is on the lease and can call it my home. i want plants i want books i want things that aren't essential to living but make me happy- three more days until I retire from being a gypsy and can find comfort again and I couldn't be happier to call Brooklyn home.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
You left all those hairs everywhere
From that manly chest
My grizzly test
I sleep well next to you
Falling asleep with nothing to lose
With you by my side I feel alive
With you gone,
It's something we shouldn't discuss on
For I have learned more than to be calm
To cherish the moments we spend
Because you may never be back again
God please bless my soul with the vitamins so I can see
It's black around
Hard for me to smile or make a sound
I want the one who doesn't want me
It's how it goes
My relationships dwelling on hoes
Men who sleep and hold a woman's heart
And takes it with her from the start
Your Israeli but not a gypsy
Please come back and give me what you felt like
Love
Serenity
Calm love
Real easy love
My oppression of what I gave to you
My heart pieces of my soul
From poetry I read while you held my *******
From talks of a man who made me who does not exist anymore
I felt something more
With you
I cried over you
I don't do that
I wanted you
I still want you
But if you come back, you'll do this again
Never communicate like a solid man
Like my wonderful dream husband I thought you might be
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
I feel so alone
Forget this life
Someone is playing my life
It's just a huge joke
A game to them
I'm about to be done with people
They bring mostly pain
Forget the knowledge
In my fathers eyes I'm a know it all
I guess I'm worthless
It's all so much bull ****
I'm ******* tired
Growing up I was quiet
I was so..........
I don't even know anymore
My grandma tells me a lot
She says when I was a baby
I didn't cry, not for anything
Infact, I was loved by a lot of people
The gypsys, and a biker gang called Hell's Angels are a couple.........
My mom told me the leader of Hell's Angels even bought me my first car seat, and that he REALLY liked my mom.........I'd like to meet them one day...... To say thank you for everything...... They may remember..... :)
When I was first born, I had a crescent moon on my forehead....it went away a few hrs after birth
The gypsys used to tell my mom about me
Infact it was a gypsy that told my mom I would be born twice blessed and be a girl
My mom thought I was a boy, because I had my legs crossed and I covered my self, so no one could tell from a sonogram......I laugh to here that.....
But even after my life, it's hard to move on sometimes........
I sometimes think about why I'm here
I'm not always wanted
Hell, more people wish me dead than love me or even want me around
People tell me how ******* stupid and ******** I am........ I'm running out of the fake chearfulness to say thank you and smile at them
I swear, I don't belong much of anywhere........so I still wonder why I'm here, going through the bull **** that I endure, and have endured for the past several years......I wonder *** I did wrong........ I just don't know.......
I'm just to tired to care anymore.........
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
the lights shut off
one by one
till the world is only moonlight and shadows
and the crowds of humanity withdraw
taking with them tucked in pocket
the echoes of yesterdays
and the quiet promises of today
into this field littered by the passing night
the gypsy's of the street
comb through for the treasured trinkets
and cast coin
passing me without a waiting word
as i sit in the grass by the skeleton of the stage
watching a distant torch flicker in the trees
as the priestess of death makes her bed
among the graves
down by the river
down where she lay me down to ease the fever
where she sat all night
while the grand empire played out its death throes
so near at hand the light of the pillage was bright
and cannon shot rolled like
thunder till the ugly face of first light
introduced itself like a cruel feildboss
to these pickers of the fruits of wars labours
she had stayed with me till danger had passed
till fevers delirium had parted
from me wearing his skeletal remains and scythe
leaving me shivering in her comforting arms
but as my mind cleared
as the chill fog of war slipped away
i realized i had been
alone all night with naught but the dark
and the burnt skeleton
of my yesterdays
in a cold northern wood
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC