The Gypsy dance.

Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams.

                       The Gypsy dance

Late at night on the Monterey bay.
If you listen well.
You can hear music and strong voices singing the song of secrets
and mystery.

Sometime If the tequila and gin is strong.
You can join in the song and the dance.
Find freedom and be able to  scream and yell against
a society making us all robots. Just waiting for death.

The Poets, musicians and actors go to the sea after the tavern
are closed down. We sing and dance. We yell at the moon.

We do not want the rope around our necks dragging us to the ways of the controlled people.

Let us be free, free to roam and think. To be able to create and not be locked
in a prison of bills and responsibilities. Breakdown the rules and laws strangling me.

I don't want the big house, the high price cars.
Just the freedom to be able to roam.

The road is calling my name. Whispering stories of great beauty and unknown places.

I hear the wicked woman calling me. They don't want forever.
Their Gypsy eyes want to dance in the heat of the flesh.

The Gypsy soul know nothing last forever. Tomorrow we may be dead.

Celebrate life, like this is our last day.

Drink and dance till the end. The Devil will welcome us with open arms.

For we celebrated every second of life.

We were truly free of the bloody rules.

                                  Coyote
                               1990

Author's Note

Old poem. Old dreams.

Reviews

[KurKota]

Interesting write of the age old dreams of no responsiblity nor the satisfaction of commitment. A dream, but unrealistic one I suppose.... Just a small technical comment..in the first stanza..... you used the word heard ...I think you meant hear...kind of interrupts flow...

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

fun and lovely imagery penned over here...
nice write

[Valentine]

Dreams like these old ones can cause much pain as I think for what I have read of you..yoiu have..keep writing..you are a good writer..Katihe

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The Gypsy soul know nothing last forever. Tomorrow we may be dead.
Celebrate life, like this is our last day.
Drink and dance till the end. The Devil will welcome us with open arms.
For we celebrated every second of life.

Such wise truthful words,
a well welcomed piece, enjoyed the lesson

[Emunah June.]

Oh wow! Once again your words have truly captivated my spirit! The dream may be old, but its a dream still followed nonetheless. I adore this piece, excellent work my friend :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I join you in the celebration of life. To drink, dance, sing, and howl at the moon...what a wonderful way to absorb life! The "Gypsy dance" is mesmerizing! Nice work!

[rnuff]

I really like this, leaves hope wide open.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Kim for the comments. I found my poetry reading book from 1991. I'm rewriting the old poetry.

[rnuff]

that's cool. I have a old book myself i've been looking at trying to do something with them. Can't believe I used to write the way I did. all the mistakes.

[Frieda P]

This is so cool, love it, I was just working on a piece about gypsies! The fantasy of it all is enticing. Enchanting Coyote.