Gypsy Boy Ravey Poems

The open road it is my home
I use to wander wide
But now I'm not allowed to roam
I feel like I have died
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After midnight and I can’t sleep
Thoughts ploughing furrows much too deep
Tossing and turning in the bed
With thoughts charging through my head
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Shadows in the dark
Pressing down on me
Extinguishing the spark
Of my humanity
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The poet needs his muse
To enable him to find
The thoughts that he will use
From the deep parts of his mind
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Where would I go if I had my way?
If all options were open to me
Over the hills and far away
Or on a sail boat across the sea
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Blue is the colour
Of this life I lead
Blue is the colour
That if I'm cut I'd bleed
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I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try,
To imagine the world, from a birds eye.
All through the day, up on the wing,
Oh, what joy, to hear her sing.
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She burns just like salt
Compulsive seducer
Treacherous by default
Poisonous as medusa
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Oh, how I wish it would rain
Cool water down upon me
I wish it would run down the drain
Because blue sky is all I can see
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The goodtime girl
Lives life in a whirl
Insolent smile
Overtly tactile
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