Monday, February 11, 2013

Gypsy / It

Yearn for some return to roots
and defy the ethics of the day.
Find the inner joys of youth
that resided before Eros and ego.
Wild foolish joys born aloft
when death hid over the mountains.
Greater errant hopes
that crystallize life into moments.
Resolve yourself to the prime
true loves universally mocked.
If nothing be nothing for awhile!
If someone shows you the way, worry.
Dwell on it, is it your love?
Then be free and wild in its pursuit.
Otherwise keep your eyes open
A velvet underground wants to use you.
Giving yourself over is no path,
or someone else's at best.
The trailblazer or electric razor
would be a name far better.

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