Old Gypsy Souls

travels, songs and scars along the way

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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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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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of many a monster

must remember what reminded me
just toss and turn instead
a few shots and a smoke
to cloud my mind

little slivers of memory
drops of blood on the table
will i ever recall
what led me to the gallows

a monster
a mongrel
a man-god
a master

all rolled into a boy
who just wants to love
not too much to ask
but the world demands pain

so a mattress and mistress
that will do for the night
finding solace in claws
tracing lines on my back

a brute for the ages
but can i be blamed
for another breaking me
and reforming the pieces

does the devil ever stop
so a man can begin again
from the ashes of a boy

i could stop
i could watch
i could reverse
yeah right

for now

maybe forever

i will be

the beast
the boy
the heretic
the broken one

Filed under spilled ink poetry madness duality love lust horror doubt dreaming hurt heart sex death god anger monster

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One Black Wing

can I really just simply behold you?
a lover from forgotten times
so far removed from the here and now
but here you are, now.


a wavering halo makes you dance
mine exists no more
if only i had your strength
that makes me so strong


in your breath from a shared pillow
sweat from flesh and afternoon
dogs raising hell into a cloudless sky
fucking hell, I could die right now


as the sheet slips away
curves a man could kill himself on
reflecting your labyrinth soul
and heart(beating)and mind


like you were born to do
my time is done for now
nothing will become of us
but a broken halo and a black wing

Filed under admiration beauty growth halo longing love lust muse sex spirituality poetry spilled ink