Old Gypsy Souls

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Random 10:30 - 12:57 - 1:21


I may have an empty bed
where I clutch pillows at night;
mimicking an unknown love
I have yet to stumble on

But I am thankful for them:
the friends I surround myself
with; always in my corner
and coloring my dull days.

The gals that comfort my heart;
guys standing guard over it —
fae oracles - sage advice,
warrior poets - caution.

The ashtray piles high; smolders.
The whiskey glass empties — sigh.
The beaten brow of the man
staring off into nothing.

Even in the emptiness,
I’m finding some happiness
in knowing my wounded heart
still, sometimes, thinks it can beat.

Beat. My dad’s generation.
Coffee houses and road trips
and readings and galleries —
age romanticized by me.

Dreams of new bohemians
gathering under the stars
and rejecting this “iLife”
for hedonistic comforts

and indulging in our own
moments without sponsorship
or subscriptions to the stream
of conscious-collected trash.

No forgiveness for our sins, 
only experiences —
Praised be to the living ones
who remember how to feel.

The message ends here tonight.
Vague mumbles cease, to lay down
with arms embracing pillows
and eyes watching the night time. 

(Source: redavis101)

Filed under poetry spilled ink random thoughts late night contemplation bleeding the humors