Ramblings From Afar

Difficulties determined,
said so in your eyes.
separations
allegations
throughout all nations.

I'm off again. Didn't think I could stay.
This way, each day.

astray.

metamorphosis regenerate

twisting me I evolve...
to a different state

negate

all that came before. I was. I will
be.

open eyes
are blind.

No eyes
will see

I feel

every molecule of air as it wraps around this body

sensory

perception

nexus of

me.

do not look with those eyes

more lies

no ties
to bind
just grind
away at every fiber.

its easy really .

Enter The Shaman

Like Shamans, artists
explore

Alternative realms
Retrieve energy, larger truths
Give form forces
Visions
Communicate the foundations,
to glean new perspectives,

As shaman,
Such bridges, an aspect within a society,

Walking the forest I would go so far-
Demons were at their most subdued.

To Stand Within The Pines

Tall guardians silently stand stolid and sure.
The fragrant needles glisten majestically in the morning dew.
I exhale of their essence deeply. Protected.
The cool morning air clings to my clothes and I kneel.
Feeling their essence flow in and around me. Sanctuary.



©2006 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Wicked Achievers

The wicked achievers
The wicked achievers
oh such deceivers!
Ridiculous lies-
All they're alibi's,
The masses are blind
They never do find,
The truth of it all-
They stumble and fall,
Corrupt regulators
With smiles like 'gators,
They feed on despair
Without a care,
Rise up my great people!
Look deep in your steeple,
Found only within
It's time we begin,
Take back your soul
Begin to be whole!
The achievers will frown
but eventually drown
in their own stinking bile
wretched and vile!




©2009 Gloria Gypsy

The Spell Is Cast

The Spell is Cast

Fire flies from his fists,
Gold and silver wrap his wrists.
Ruins are etched every where,
Hair so dark, skin so fair.

Face a rock, hard and grim,
Fingers unfurl long and slim.
Robes of purple ripple and furl,
Slowly mist begins to swirl.

Eyes of ice pierce your soul,
It has begun as was foretold.
Feel his power black and cold,
Lose yourself as it takes its hold.



©1996 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

The Capricorn Told Me True

The Capricorn Told Me True

The Capricorn told me true,
He knows the path…
The owls' secrets told in the midnight blue,
Revealed to you.
Under the great oak my tears are shed,
For lost worlds…
For memories put to bed.
And the Capricorn smiles
Down on me. He knows…
Through howling wind
I walk the path…
And the trees, they line the way
Whispering to me.
They hold the key.
Ancient knowledge deep in my bones.
And the Capricorn waits for me,
Under the singing stones.
He knows…
Enfolded in his arms under the midnight skies,
He gently places kisses upon my weary eyes.
The truth is in my bones.
Revealed beneath the singing stones.
And the wind plays with my hair
Beneath the owls wise stare.
The Capricorn told me true.



©2000 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Swimming In Darkness

Swimming in darkness
Through my mind,
Shutting out what
I don’t want to find.
Sit in a corner,
Black all around,
Here in the darkness
Hear not a sound.
Deep blackness,
Thick, black hole,
Seeping in…into my soul.




©1985 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Storyteller

Storyteller

Stories you have told…
Of far away lands,
And days of old.
Where dragons roamed
Wild and free,
And the silver wolf
Was a precious sight to see.
Of magic men
In cloaks of gold,
And mighty warriors,
Such sights to behold!
These places you have traveled-
Such magical places
Of time unraveled.




©1996 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Sleepy Eyes Open

Sleepy eyes open
To an unwelcome day,
Memories flood back
In this bed where I lay.
Burrow in deeper
Under the quilt,
To hide from the fact
You don’t feel any guilt.
The lies that you told me,
My heart was betrayed.
You’re gone from my life
But the memories stayed.
Tears trickle down
From my sleepy eyes,
As the memories fade
I silently say my good byes.
My heart will recover,
In time it will heal,
And I will be rid
Of this pain that I feel.





©1997 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

September

September

The leaves blow
Little whirlwinds
Around my feet.
Frantically-
Dancing around
My boot clad feet.

The sun shone
Bright, cold and crisp
Into my eyes.
Distinctly-
Shinning into
Blue ice-crisp eyes.

My hand reached,
Fingers spread wide,
To touch hard earth.
Rigidly-
Chilly fingers
Touching hard earth.

My soul breathed
Frosty inside,
Life to my heart.
Carelessly-
Breathing in life
For my pale heart.


©2006 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Sepia Memories

Long forgotten
Dog eared and torn
Sepia memories
Remembered-forlorn.
Faded and aged
To a state of neglect
Sepia memories
Dusted with regret.







©2008 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Rain

Rain

I danced with the rain
In a wood dark and hollow,
We skitted and chased
And it whispered 'Come follow!'
On goose pimpled flesh
It pittered and pranced,
We laughed and we laughed
As we danced and we danced.





©2000 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Mother

She's with me when I sleep at night,
Whispering through my dreams,
Of love, of life and what I know
Is already in my heart it seems.
She holds me in her warm embrace
As I lay with the autumn leaves,
And through the wind she tells me of
The things that make her grieve.
I feel her in my bones, my inner soul
When I'm basking in the light of the moon.
I feel her love, her loss, her life
And it causes my head to swoon.



©2003 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Memory Song

Memory song


I watch the little children play
Laughing merrily all the day.
Tomorrow they’ll be grown and gone,
Their laughter only a memory song.
Their innocence shattered glass,
Crushed by societies mass.
In my mind, buried deep
Their singing eyes I’ll always keep.




©1987 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Birth

No older than before, I wait…
Hands sticky with longing
And potential… I have begun again.
There is a name for me now
Though I have forgotten it… I wait.

My face is young, my words unformed.
Embrace me Earth, I am your daughter
Come home once more. Whisper to
Me so that when my voice comes
I shall sing of you.





©2003 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Battle For A Soul

There was a wicked troll
Who tried to steal my soul.
Underneath the old oak tree
He tried to wrench it free.
“My soul you cannot have,” said I.
“Relinquish it at once or die!”
He growled as he drew his blade
To spill my blood upon the glade.
“My soul I will not give to you,
No matter what you say or do!”
He charged me with a running start,
His blade aimed straight at my heart,
But clumsy were his feet and slow,
As I stepped aside to avoid the blow.
Into the tree he pummeled hard,
He shook the leaves and his head he jarred.
I couldn’t let the opportunity pass,
I ran up quick and kicked him square in the ass.
As he fell his sword flew to the right,
And I swung my fist with all my might.
I hit him hard right in the head,
“You’ll never have my soul, “ I said.
I drew my dagger and stuck it in his eye.
Then slit his throat and left him there to die.




©1999 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

Appearance Game

When people look
and don't like what they see
they don't really "look"
because they are afraid of me.
Afraid to see,
that we're really the same
they're always playing
this stupid appearance game.
The cover of my book
is not a conformed sight
so they're afraid to turn the page
and see my inner light.













©1985 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy

A Child Of The Sun

The seed inside me has sprouted and grown
a new life waits in darkness alone.
Part of myself, a new creation,
and so I write this small dedication.
A new chapter in my life that has not begun
A tiny new person, A child of the sun.
So I give of myself, I give to you
The joy of life and love so true.






©2001 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy