A song about a gypsy

A decade or so ago I met a star She found me barely breathin’ She said I had treasures buried inside me And the world would need them I told her I couldn’t find them for difficult reasons She said that she would mine them Asked where I did I keep them I explained they leak from my pen when my soul is bleedin’ She said she found light in the blackness of my skin I sang her a gypsy love song She said play it again We lie on top of the sky And got drunk in the rain Made love like it was hate Cause it tasted the same I painted pictures with colors she gave me So she’d remember my name I lay with others because she made me So I’d remember the game I scribbled pretty words in ugly places So she’d remember our pain She laughed and asked Why I watched her cry I told her tears are beautiful And I miss the sky She told me she belonged to a different guy There was blood on her lips In her kiss good bye Remembering her name Makes me wish to fly I loved, lived, and died, in my gypsy’s mind I’ll always be a star in my gypsy’s eyes, I’ll always be a star in my gypsy’s eyes

I chase… The blend of hues that make the sky, The twist of fate, The sparks that that fly, The desire to make rough things smooth, The difference between the unclean and the dirty, The need to love something worthy, I make words change shapes to trace my path, I want to paint my mother’s laugh, I’m haunted by my lovers gasp, I cut her deep like broken glass, Drowning in her unspoken past, She cries out rape me, I oblige with force and rage, Her love won’t let me turn the page, I beg her to make me, I know she can’t but still we dance, Sing hateful songs of happenstance, The light it never had a chance, And still I chase it, I chase it through my sister’s tears, My selfish need to disappear, The mask I wear, The death I fear, The music I make only I can hear, I run in circles inside my mind, Feeling my way through this world blind, In search of all that I can’t find, The cutting truth of any kind, All the shit I can’t leave behind, I chase freedom, I sing about love, Sometimes it sounds like sex, But really it’s love, I chase the dream that I can taste, Letting pretty words lay to waste, Inside her arms I know I’m safe, But my mind won’t stop running…ever.