Gypsy's Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 08, 2018

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I have a Gypsy's soul... one that wanders to & fro. The road grows longer as I go... So I watch this life like a picture show. If a script is written I do not know... I write the story as it unfolds before me. It can't ignore me, it never bores me, it's players adore me... But, alas, poor me. I move with the current and change with the tides. I can be sure that the strangeness collides with my timeline and I am the juggler of lives. A smuggler of wives and a hugger of all kinds. I dance to the music of now and paint the bruises on my brow. I'm magic, I'm light, I'm tragic, I fight, I'm a habit, I'm a blight. I see what I want and grab it. I see through the plastic world, led by a passion, an insight. A deep-down from the abyss of the soul sense of how and why and what I know. A creep, a clown, a mystery kiss, a heart I stole. Intense in the now, shut out the morose, keep the curtains from closing...on with the show. As I pass through life I enhance what I touch. A master, a knife as I dance like the paint from Gan's brush. Let the wind blow and with it I will go, from a calm summer breeze to the hurricane's soul. Moving liquid, to ebb and to flow, fill any vase and with time, mountains I can erase. If stuck, I only splash and tuck and roll and in a flash I'm back to whole. I can drown out the world and cause flowers to unfurl. With a feline spine and a dragon's mind I can entrance with a glance most any kind. Those that I brush feel the energy rush and doubts and fears are calmed to a hush, and their skin will flush. I show them how to be pleased, and leave them with moments and fond memories, and down another road I'll go... led along by my gypsy's soul.


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