Morning Blend

Coffee chases away the chills of the night as I sit wrapped in fleece, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. There’s no sunrise to poeticize at this unjust hour only the light from the kitchen’s bare bulb illuminates the shadows where last nights demons still hide. It’s a morning blend of stale whiskey and lingering words better left unsaid.

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Full of Life

She couldn’t forget the feel of the wind, the way it rushed past, whispering in her ears and tangling her hair. It took nothing with it when it went: it was free and empty, and yet so full of life.

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What I Need

I want his arms to wrap around me and hold me tight.

I need a strong man to stand right by my side.

I need a shoulder to lay my head on when the world ain’t quite right.

I need a man who will take the time to do things right; one that’s gonna love me long into the night.

I need someone who will encourage me to do my own thing, but he will still be there for me at the end of every day.

Mainly, I need a man who ain’t afraid to take on a challenge and try to love this wandering heart of a gypsy woman.


Fish in the Sea

Like the dry spell in Summer there always comes a Fall rain,

and so love always finds its way back into a life that once was breaking from the pain.

It finds you in the most unsuspecting ways and surprises you by being completely different from anyone before.

It’s why you didn’t see it coming; you didn’t know its form.

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No More

You don’t love me

It’s a thousand miles between us and all you see is words

I see why I hurt

I could be a step away and all you’d see is curves

I see my worth

Trying my best wouldn’t win your heart

I’ve tried before

It’s a thousand miles between us and all you see is words

For you, I have no more.



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A Gypsy’s Heart

It is my gypsy heart that won’t be still.

Why does it yearn for things unknown?

I can’t love a place for long before my heart is vying to go

Go where? I never know. I just follow its unending desires and passionate fires;

I break other’s hearts just to save my own;

I burn those that come to close.

And while my gypsy heart goes where it likes,

I always leave a piece of my soul wherever I go.

Can you run out of soul?

I may be able to match an old blues mans row, but is that enough?

If someone could love this gypsy heart and broken soul then it might be enough.

It was once -

Enough to keep me home.

Yet, I wear the scars of that escapade too. They are in my mind.

The memories haunt my sleep and waking hours.

They turn my stomach and still my breath, but they never touch my heart.

A gypsy heart will never be touched

Or tamed

Or still

It beats even when there is no reason left.

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Lose Your Heart

Under a starlit sky with the moon shining high you can lose your heart out there. Among the mountains and the sage, in the basin or on the plains you can lose your heart. Out where the land is still wild and the horses trot for miles – you could lose your heart to me:

I’m the smell of the sage and the wind before rain.

I’m wide-open space, gullies and river breaks.

I’m the frost in the morning or the colors in the sky before the sun takes its place.

I’m wild and unchanged compared to a world that’s modern day.

I stand for an age that has long gone away, but where tradition still stays.

You will lose your heart

to the sand and sage, the stars and moon, and the cold, frozen days too.



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