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

All beginnings conclude with the middle
This hole in the roof
And all that grass to roll
The poetry of life
If only these flowers could think
In this night so dark
Lend me your lantern
Along this road so dusty
The rain fell in torrents
Floating in a great pool of water
Consoled by the reflection
Then he wiped his eyes
A great loss to every one
Gave a whisk with his tail
Went back into his hole - in the roof
And the storm grew
Lost in its way

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

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

Farewell to the shade
The whispering sounds
Sing in the leaves
My fugitive years
The perishing pleasures
The nightly visits
Your constant flow of love
A momentary dream
The hearse
Turning from my nursery window
Such cause of terror
In an empty sound
Of demons uttered
That seem by tongues
From earth or hell
Those dreadful yells the soul can hear.;

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

There was an Age undreamed of
The Promised Land of oblivion
Threatening oblivions of *** and death
It swims through the Earth,
Like a mermaid of the soil
Sources of the old morality
A night of indifference, apathy, chaos
When you get lost in love
Going into the dark
Out forever and ever
To be noticed by the universe of mad idealism,
Forbidden desires
Memories we can never rub away
All the ****** easeless torments for the unknowable,
My own irrefutable geography
Curled in the narrow monk's bed
Flooding across the rough wooden floor
Into the old soil of the garden,

Gypsy

Farewell to the shade
The whispering sounds

My fugitive years
The perishing pleasures
The nightly visits
Your constant flow of love

In an empty sound

The hearse
Turning from my nursery window
Such cause of terror
That seem by tongues
From Earth or Hell
Those dreadful yells the soul can hear.

Gypsy

Flower of my days
Song of my soul
Fierce was the flame
Of love, wine and beauty..

Gypsy

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

Gypsy

Heap of ashes that I am
Phrased in terms of burning

I hunger
For your taste
Your smell
The feel of your soul touching mine..

Aimless in this sexless foreplay
I have nibbled so long at the table of the your world
It turned to dust in my hand..

Hunger..

The next sunrise -
Sunset
To touch the one you love
To try again.

To live ..
Her stalking beauty
Her theatre of expressions..

In this moment
The gesture of the amorous
The longing for consummation
All desires are abolished
By the plenitude of their satisfaction....

Gypsy

A long walk
Through the darkness,
A long walk
Through the darkest shadows
The corners of your soul  
Those parts
You've created
Those parts within
You can choose to fear them  
Repress them
Refuse to shine
You fear judgement and rejection
Choose to look towards the light
That healing,  
The only source of true beauty and love
To find those words that touch the soul before the mind
Find the touch that warms the heart from deep inside
So tired of separation, of division
Beneath all that dust and darkness
Hope
That far away abandoned part
The light
That love and compassion
Surrounded by the ashes of all that you once cherished


Gypsy

In the darkness - My dark-beating Heart
The inarguable injustice of loving
All its mystery, beauty and pain
Sad
Confident
Insecure
In lonely desolation
Your name - Spoken for the last time

Then - fresh tears
From an empty Heart
The sorrow
Soothing electric vibration
I stumble,  get up
Into considerations of Death and Annihilation

Strange little memories
Dragged out to sea by the undertow

Silence -
To forget time,
To forgive life,
To be at peace

There is nothing more
But all that I have lost

Love
Pours the whole of itself into each moment
Love
That small beacon
In this terrifying darkness
We are connected by a bond of sympathy
Reduced to the unutterable ignorance
I know that ghost wandering lost on Earth

Death
The only God who comes when you call

Gypsy

******* was restricted
With pathetic erectness
Amenable to advances
The timid defenses
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
That forlorn old age.

Gypsy

Reality
A worthless idol
Propelled by hypocrisy and sycophancy
Into this abyss of sham,
The human creature
Selfish, abusive, vile
Society - cynical and ferocious
Traffickers in necessities
The mediocre and unscrupulous
The apotheosis of crooked politics
Imperfectly democratic
Greedy without end
Which refines the vices
Our souls corrupted in the days of Genesis
The pride of man's hopes
Has burdened itself with sadness


Gypsy

A door into the dark
The bright rim of the extreme
Raking at dead fires
The fury of indifference
Like a deacon at prayer
Money mingled with man's divinity - inflicting pain
The anaesthetic for the sceptics side
In this furnace fire she slept
Where the light wind lives
She hangs between the thoughtless world
Created half to rise, half to fall...

Gypsy

Like a thoughtless machine
The mystic chords of memory
The better angels of our nature
My heart, a throbbing engine
Like a wailing train
There's too much fuel,
Too much fire
A blessed provision of Nature
A few bad notes or vibrations
From the masterpieces of sages
Flickered into this dark night.

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

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 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)

I was within and without
Moments of joy and clarity
Repelled by the inexhaustible
Addicted to thought
The mystery and the awe of a flower

The breaking of the shell
The daily miracles of  life,
The evil that is in the world
Pain
The seed of suffering
A frequent repetition of pleasure
Energy condensed to a slow vibration
The cosmos within - without
The sacred water of life
Dwells at the root of a tree
Lost in a mysterious Universe

An hour before the Devil fell
That great rush of anger
Trapped in the dream of the Other
Permanent, intolerable uncertainty
Gazing up at the dark sky
Laid my heart open to the benign indifference
All that remained of hope -
Love
The only reality of the world

Gypsy

From the ages since time began
We lapsed into a kind of collusion with entropy
That eternal song over the waves
To the sound of his name in heaven’s mouth
We swim in the brightest and least ambiguous of elements
From the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare
Born a child of light
To resurrect dreams killed by hate
To heal the sun’s broken heart
To restore the moon’s vision
Transform faiths agony into peace

Gypsy

God made the Machine

His illusion

Bombarded with pseudo-realities
Manufactured by the media
By governments
Big corporations
By religious groups
Political groups
Sophisticated electronic mechanisms
Universes of the mind

I have a malformed public-duty gland
I must have a Guardian Idiot

On the surface
I was calm
In secret
I was waiting for something
His return
That measures the passage of time
This age-old faith of lovers and poets

A drunkard
Relives ancient torments
Feeds coins into the jukebox
He breathed
Hoped for nothing, yet, lived in expectation
The time of cruel miracles was not past
The dark blue outline of the crescent moon
Branded me with a mark of wildness
As if I belonged to ancient times

For a moment — an instant
I forgot about the horror of not belonging
While deep inside of me
The matrix, unfolded across that colorless void

In this age of rust
Reality, shaped by the forces that destroy it
Walked in dark places no others will enter
There - Souls
That never got weaned from the universe
Became an extension of it...
We are the same people our ancestors were
Lumbering across this landscape scooping up and eating everything in sight
Here on the edge of forever
Truth is a matter of the imagination
Wallpaper to our children
We -
Like
Gods who echo how mortals behave
Gods, a perfection to be emulated
Yet we share their flaws and foibles
We are humanlike
We are divine
Slowly fading in the narrow zone between fire and ice
With all our tenderness of heart
Lying naked in the palms of love.

Gypsy

Take this with you, friend or foe,

We have no thoughts of our own
No opinions of our own
They are transmitted to us
Trained into us
I have fled this wilderness
For the light on the mountain
Red as the rising Sun with Heathen blood
Remember me
On the other side of dark
Alone into that shadowed land beyond death
Listening to the universe in motion
The unimaginable harmony
The genius of the composer
Lost in the weaving music

Jesus, half way to Golgotha
The weight of the world upon his shoulders
He, who would drag us all into this eternal night
Dream bound and rudderless, sailing a hundred sleeping tides
As far as the wind cries, the sea encircles
We seek other states, other lives, other souls
We are given to the wind and are scattered
A perpetual journey of cinder and bone
Towards the eternal
You,
A bubble on the tide of Empire

Gypsy

I know the system
The confines of the world
Of whirlwinds and of darkness
The crowing of the ****
I see it only now
The parasites of contempt - cruel developments
Sending enough of us ****** - to the devil
We recognize each other always
Civil simple souls
The surly and joyous ones
The only elect of Eden..
Free to live a modern wretchedness
Thinking of pleasure, of escaping
This dream of ****** wisdom

Gypsy

Time - that restless Spheres

Drives -
The gravity of the world...
The flowers to fade..

Sweet passion's lie..

To cancel all our vows
From life to death - Beyond this mercenary drudge
The rewards of sin
The metaphysics of magic
These omnipotent studious Artisans
Emperors and Kings
Stretched the minds of man
To deceive ourselves...
In a world of profit and delight
A strange philosophy
Harsh, contemptible and vile
An Altar and a Church
The regents of a perpetual night
Vain fancies and despair
Our revolving door of time..

Gypsy

Sorrow - Immortalized in dust

Humble proud faces
Sacred ceremonies
Those spiritual celestial treasures

A thousand torches, that never sleep
This endless moment
Caught in the crossfire of time.

Gypsy

In our corner of the Forest
The snows fall  
The white winds blow
The lone Wolf dies
Born at this moment
In this time of despair
Grief and bereavement
The reality of our powerlessness
A single soul dwelling in two bodies
That deep part of you
Touched our wounds with your warm and tender hand
The kindest, noblest, and best of things
Always together in spirit
Bound by enormous affection
From the depths of the distance within us

Gypsy

The moments of silence are gone
We run from them into the rush of unimportant things
Unspoken painful whispers
Dwelling on all that we fear
Unwilling or unable
To be free of this modern machine
To part ways with all that is toxic
Hundreds and thousands of betrayals
How far we have veered from our primeval purpose
Turned and stayed sour
Cynical and judgmental
We widen this web technology
Race through our days
Increase the pressures
Stimulants to an exhausted nervous system
Between us and the immediate
A fire inside the charred heart of a burned-out teacher
Cut off  
From life's blessings
From our neighbors
From the wonders of nature
Slowly forgetting how to smile
Our silence has become a figure of speech
Hissing above the echoing vacuum.

Gypsy

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

Early - in a strange bed,
On the other side of the valley,
Wrapped in leftover shadows
The truth,  so deep
In a puddle of sunlight
That sprawled naked on the housetops.
The frozen sea within us
The act of surrender
The need to understand
The ceremonies we perform
God knows what bones I've been gnawing in my sleep
The ******-fingered dawn
Bends to earth another false beginning.

Gypsy

You -  
Like an immortal
Golden and glistening in the candlelight
We kissed and caressed
Silk and song
Our souls intertwined
This pure mystic sensuality
Dripping with love
An ecstasy beyond words
Let it consume  our phantom hearts
As sky and forest scroll past
The green-eyed angel
Fell docile as a lamb
Our love for each other was seen
Where there was no world,
No land,
No god
Heaven or earth
Two bodies
The act of love
Trembling
Our passion
Cannot be quenched.
Should never be feared
For love can never be cured

Gypsy

In the light of  truth
That sacred fire
Our  well of salvation
Penitent sinners, sincere, truthful  
Another satanic sucker punch
The spiritually dead, lost in a haze of words

Cherishing a deep desire for some lost paradise
Sinners with broken and contrite hearts
Weighing heavily upon the Body
Blind minds
Blind eyes

Love has grown cold
Wisdom
The mother of solutions
Wanders forlorn in your sacred lands

The path of light
Fall in pride
Rise in humility
As the Earth repents of mankind

Gypsy

I've played cards with Plato
Dined with Edgar Alan Poe
I lived in places of pain ,
Places of sorrow
I shared a cell
With men nobody wants to know
I've seen the writing on the wall
The epitaph of fools
I've seen history made
I've seen history fall
I've heard old men beg for youth
And youth beg for the grave
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I've been up on the plateau
Where wise men talk with the wind
I've seen the fading light of God
Heard the tales of children
Around the campfires at night
Stories of monsters
Darkness and light
I've watched the flames dance
A dance of memories and rage
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I've ridden' your wild horses
From the concrete jungle
To the wild wild wilderness
I've turned to see your beauty
Echo in some strangers eye
Then fade with age
I've heard the old woman say
To late is the day you die
And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls

I'll drown my sorrows
In this cup of poison
Stand and howl at the moon
Beg for your forgiveness
And I'll crawl for you
Across broken glass and bones
And I'll crawl for you
Like only a man can crawl..

And somewhere in-between
The thunder calls...

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

We think
The fire eats the wood

We are wrong

The wood
Reaches out to the flame

The fire
Licks at what the wood harbors

The wood
Gives itself away to that intimacy

The manner
In which we and the world meet each new day.

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

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

I will face my reality
Embrace the Devouring
From off the potter's wheel
This experience of Existence

Give my soul, for love
Life's skin-deep love

- the miracle of surrender -
Through this cosmic dance
We see a river flowing
Her feminine wine
To tempt her towards passion
Then unbraid her body

Bathed in candlelight
Those brittle fragments
Every part of this soul
Every broken piece
Is a sublime chess game with -
The flow of life
The spiritual path
The gap between compassion...

Surrender...
Love’s darkest, deepest region...

  
Gypsy

Mother's fingers
Life's first gladness

I have crept back to see
The mother that smiles

When darkness wandered
Her strange heart beating

The cruel immortality of love.

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

Living in my head

On this interstate Earth
A brief moment of absolute truth
I have heard the languages of the Apocalypse
Embraced that silence
Emerged out of a depth-less mystery
In a pretense of understanding
Borrowed time
Borrowed worlds
Borrowed eyes
In the gray light the blind dogs of the dark
Watched,
Our consumer culture slowly fading in the dismal sea
The rolling armies and the flames of battle
Cries of a hundred million souls
Like a black wing stretching over the Earth..

Everyone slides back into the Dark Ages
Adrift in the constant sea of trial & error
Yearning for ships to carry us home
When the world itself has ceased to exist
Crowned upon the ashen Sun
In a hangman’s noose
The darkness of the grave

Gypsy

Further from the truth

Than a whisper can carry

Than your screams can travel

Death waits

Patiently

In the wings of your lives

In the gutters of your dreams

Knows no mercy..

Gypsy

In the interval between reach and grasp
The absent presence of desire
The boundary of flesh and self
Between you and me.

Gypsy

A *****
Vagabond
Vague wars
For the body
For the soul
Medicine and philosophy
A vision of numbers
Progress...
Without pagan words,
Silence...
The lies upheld
This pastime of our princes of politics
What a fool am I
My impulses towards perfection
This marvelous charity
A witness to the glory
the reason
A *****
Seated among profane phantasmagoria

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

Sheets of zinc changing under my foot
The dreamless face of the Sun's steady acetylene
Migrant envies - watched the skies burn..

They want their dead back
My wife, my children, my home
Over the pink fires, where the natives walked
Quietly Envied, quietly Human
With sea-green eyes, with every reflection..

I'm nobody, I'm a nation - folding the sea
Telling mourners around the graveside
I loved them all, the drowned, the lonely
The sailors at Sea, dividing the absent...
On this unlucky island
We all know
Our dust is Industrial.


Gypsy

Angels of Mons
Emblem of prophecy
Baptized in the waters of the flood
Serene repose of egoism
This pestilential stew
Quinine and hope
Airlie - drums of death
Waiting for that magic touch
The spell of disquiet and suspicion
Sentimental concession
Phantasms of the living
The black Raven will come
Herald the deaths head
Epona - personified in stone
Eyes like a wonderful museum
The ultimate evasion
Vividly comfortably domiciled
A certain coldness of disposition
Full of sad dignity

Gypsy

Between her lips and mine
Beyond the reach of hands
In some ulterior land
Love lingered a little while
And all our desire
Of dreams and days, and things unsaid
Smile for courtesy
Where the shadows and darkness meet
Love turned from us to die

Gypsy

There will be Words of Revelation

Endings and Beginnings
Cracks in old friendships
Moments of experience
Chalk lines on concrete...
Some sort of natural justice...
I've cursed this power
Oppressed with slavish fear
Religious tyranny
Adrift, unable to navigate
I could do anything now
Anything I wanted.
I had nothing left to lose
Somewhere - past the End of the World
Infinity
An end to this journey
Death.
What a brief word
Extinguishing of life
Of love
We all end up where we started
This **** must finish

Empty -
Every ocean of life
Flows..
Into a dead planet …

Gypsy