Gypsie Childe

Gypsie Childe

A Poem by Gypsie

I am a gypsie childe dancing round the fire.  Living and loving with all that I am.  Music is the beat of my heart bringing pleasure to my soul.  Freedom is my goal, finding the spirit of life wherever I may roam. 

Something deep inside spurs me forward, never backing down to those who believe I should enter a life of servitude for I know that would bring my death and I am not able to go willingly.

To cage me, to shackle me to a common life would be more than I can bear.  Although there have been times when I have tried for want of constant love.  Then from somewhere hidden I hear the music rise up within and my feet feel the need to move.

It is not you, my love, who I wander away from, it is the feeling that life is without purpose; that life is not being experienced to its fullest.  To live is to dance to your own song and I, I must dance to mine.

© 2011 Gypsie


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What to say what to say, this, to me, started off as exactly what i expected it to be. An introduction into your inner thoughts, feelings, an expression of who you are. Then and slightl hidden it turned into a bit of an apology/explaination of why...

Not that there is anything wrong with that, it was emotional, a slight crack in the window to be able to look in and see who and what you are. But becareful who yo let in....

Always,

Matthew

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Beautifully written, a message from a free spirit as to how all of human kind should live.

Wonderful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


What to say what to say, this, to me, started off as exactly what i expected it to be. An introduction into your inner thoughts, feelings, an expression of who you are. Then and slightl hidden it turned into a bit of an apology/explaination of why...

Not that there is anything wrong with that, it was emotional, a slight crack in the window to be able to look in and see who and what you are. But becareful who yo let in....

Always,

Matthew

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Gypsie

Spokane, WA



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