Old Gypsy Souls

travels, songs and scars along the way

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The End of the World

So here we are, at the end of the world, where the wilds and real life begin.
No turning back, all that is over and done.
For better or worse.
You either sit here forever or take the dive from either side.
Sink or swim, maybe fly, maybe die too soon.
that’s the thrill of life when it finally begins.
No one left you, but no one is left.
They just sat down, settled in and you continued to look for what was lost.
Deaths, dramas, and long goodbyes.
Now it’s just you and I.
I and you.
It’s the same either way.
The one who was always there for you, was I.
Or you, rather.
You know my name.
Now, shall we take the dive? A million long shot chances?
Yes, we shall take the long fall, past the end of the world.

Filed under chances endings new beginnings fortune the unknown cycles loneliness strength revelations courage

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Go to Sleep With the Sun

when all truth turns out to be
is death being elusive
bound to be caught up one day
with a lack of white lights

we don’t believe

all so hot blooded
with still beating cold hearts
and so much hate
hiding behind dead eyes

we can’t see tomorrow

she was my nightingale
orgasm black and numb
i think she was just a dream though
since i go to sleep with the sun

wait at the edge of forever
peaceful but barely alive
we pray for a flood
from a well that’s run dry

but we were water born

to break like ocean waves
or shatter like glass
we will die like heroes or dogs
for unknown masters

we all live in sinking boats

she was my nightingale
begging to be silver numb
where’s a noose when you need one
to go to sleep with the sun

i remember a moon
that was bright once upon a time
but we are all blind
we go to sleep with the sun

Filed under poetry song lyrics love death ending rememberance lost humanity society addiction

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Cake or White puffy clouds

tjswarehouse:

This nice weather we’re having, I hate it. It stresses me out. Actually it’s the people who stress me out. Certain kinds, you know the ones who say horrible things like:

it’s such a nice day we should do something"
Fuck you.

Where did this rule come from? On the few days that nature chooses…

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SIRENS

something has changed in you
it’s dancing right behind your eyes
do we seek bliss or are we chasing oblivion
one shove from the edge to either side

an ecstasy blooms inside like light
will this brilliance break us to pieces
a wind blowing back through forever
but is forever such a bad place to stay

maybe just until the dawn

one night away from in love
one trial away from the rest of our lives
a touch, a breaking and sigh
do we know what is right anyway

swear on the cross darling girl
swear upon the graves we fill
it never does any good
swear that its meant to be broken

when lips begged to be kissed
and a single breath can set flesh on fire
move and caress, mark me, make me
always yours

this is a curse, no worse, i’m blessed
every night, my dreams come to life
an unbidden image of you
why would anyone ever wake

into the cold and lonely morning

Filed under dreaming death sex love Poetry

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Invitation to the Dance

losing so much in this dusk
abandon hope and trust
let us keep lust and everything
that keeps us human

these long arms of beast
lashing at the sky above
finding our craving of pain
losing our fear of love

a pale horse orgasm
the chanting ebbs and flows
monstrous grinding
sweating, pulsing slow

racing hearts, fevered minds
spilling screams and seed
like it was the very last time
we’d ever see the moon alive

there’s a beat in the distance
as ancient as gods and mud
it speaks of old earth
it speaks in warm blood

a ritual lost to it’s people
yet still felt in moments of flesh
it’s waiting to be reborn
if we can just remember the dance



Filed under ritual flesh sex rebirth dance primitive fighting gods earth death pagan rememberance Poetry

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Whispers and Waves

I whisper her name in dark places
corners of the world and my mind
she’s my mantra, my pagan prayer
breathing with her heart.
keeping time across this distance

I can feel her caress my face
across the miles, time and space
the air next to me feels so warm
she keeps my pale ghosts away

that’s the way she loves me

she’s like a wave
she catches me
crushes me
in the best kind of way

she just gets me
my passion and pride
and all of my insecurities
she makes me feel alive

so may a kiss never be the last
forever feeling her hair on my shoulder
her green eyes always awakening
to my body right beside hers

her scent never far from mine
intermingled and intertwined
blowing smoke back from our past lives
i still can’t believe she’s mine

that’s the way i love her

she’s like a wave
she catches me
crushes me
in the best kind of way

if you were ever in love
then you would understand
that I need her
like a secret needs a whisper
like my blood and soul
like my heart in her hands.

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Pulling Down Stars

it’s loaded.
such a heavy thing
sitting so hard on my chest
i’m a mess and this distress
looks to be the end of me.

can’t i just bleed it out
should it be that easy
i’m falling apart in this abyss
and the only one that knows is me

guess i’ll try and make other masks
to parade as i do.
like there’s no heart left to love you
but behind the parade is the black
of my missing moon.
of missing you

i might as well try to pull down the stars
to try to live with half a heart
to make myself another man
out of what’s left of my self destruction

to try to find another way to see
as blind as losing my moon has made me
i might as well try to pull down the stars

so much that a cut would make me bleed
i don’t care anymore, i just want her
so much that i find it hard to breathe
what have i done? she was everything to me
nothing else matters
nothing else matters
my light
my moon
is gone

i’m broken to my very bones
no more peace, no more pride
only vast tracks of alone
and a darkness swelling inside of me

guess i’ll try and make other masks
to parade as i do.
like there’s no heart left to love you
but behind the parade is the black
of my missing moon.
of missing you

i miss you

i might as well try to pull down the stars
to try to live with half a heart
to make myself another man
out of what’s left of my self destruction

to try to find another way to see
as blind as losing my moon has made me
i might as well try to pull down the stars

to try to drag heaven down upon me…











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Lyssa and the Bitter Pill

Worms are the pulse that plagues
she rolls to me and screams red
that her grip will tighten more this time
bending me further with hopes to break

a gardener of seeds of unreality
a mistress demanding medicine
her thoughts whisper wild on my neck
a reminder of my shortening sanity

a pill and patience pulling me down
now a ghost of my pale self
standing stark in grey numb
quiet but not quite dead

be at peace and try to focus
try not to mumble or sleep too much
maybe a song
or maybe some shots
a pack of smokes
once, twice, twelve more times
with forgotten feeling

would be good if i could feel anything
i need her
i miss her
my mistress
my songbird
my muse
my madness



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doctorwho:

TARDIS Ring
patheticperipatetic:

I was bored and made this. Its a TARDIS based ring with a tension set 1CT Princess Cut center stone. The three round stones is the Police Box sign, the two sets of four baguettes symbolize the windows, and a small princess cut below that to symbolize the instructions found on the front of the Police Box. 

doctorwho:

TARDIS Ring

patheticperipatetic:

I was bored and made this. Its a TARDIS based ring with a tension set 1CT Princess Cut center stone. The three round stones is the Police Box sign, the two sets of four baguettes symbolize the windows, and a small princess cut below that to symbolize the instructions found on the front of the Police Box. 

Rotating TARDIS Ring

(via neil-gaiman)