we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -


My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Friday, December 31, 2010

to live the red in 2011...this and more i wish you...

live it
the touch of red
live the touch
live the
touch the red
touch life
let the red touch
let it touch you
teach you
tamper you
let it teach you
red hot passion
burning churning
like a pit of fire
let it touch you
in your heart
in your mind
in your loins
let it tamper
your complacency
your contentment
tamper them into
let it tempt you
tempt you to
touch more
to taste more
to touch again
to touch life
to touch the red
to let the red
tempt you


[to you, nica]

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

she reaches...

she reaches 
her darkness
to hold onto
to grasp
to reach
the unreachable
his love

she reaches

that can be
it has all been
lost at sea

the sea of
what never could be



Tuesday, December 28, 2010

to see...

if i see you
can i touch you
if i touch you
can i taste you
if i taste you
can i have you
if i see you

i want you

Sunday, December 26, 2010

all i wanna do...

the open road called my name
will nothin' ever be the same

as when i first saw you
my heart thrown all askew

the words hide deep down inside
waitin' wantin' to open wide

but all i wanna do
is reach out and touch you

just touch

all i wanna do

Friday, December 24, 2010




Thursday, December 23, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

Saturday, December 18, 2010

the blue angel...

she had tried
oh god 
how she had tried                                             
not to look to see                                           
not to think to feel                               
                to smell to taste                             
                to want to need
                to succumb
                to surrender sanity
                to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
                for where could it lead?
                but to no man’s land                                       
                no woman’s land                                       
                the land of denial                                       
the land of self-denial
land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle  of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
                and so it was that
                she took flight
                bolted broke loose escaped
                escaped with her soul intact
                her virtue whole
                her heart held ransom
                vowing never to return
and now -

     she tried
                 oh god  
                               how she tried
to forget
to erase eradicate exterminate
but it was not to be
she was not set free
                                                                                            prey to the polarizing pull
                                                                                                        of cerulean circles 
                                                                                                         relentlessly pursued
hunted stalked and found
                                                                                                     by the blue angel of love
love amytal barbital veronal
love hypnotic

she had been ambushed
taken by brute force                               
ripped away ravaged by                                       
its raging currents                                        
taken to deep dark crevices 
she had never known
chasms long forgot
places where he awaited her
and now held captive
love’s captive
                                                                                   a creature confined
                                                                                                              a prisoner held hostage
by the deep
                                                                         sea green oceans
                                                                           of love and lust

[a re-post from "words unspoken" 12/13/2009]

Thursday, December 16, 2010

to passion and phoenixes...

 - our passions are the true phoenixes -
when the old one is burnt out
a new one rises from its ashes

Monday, December 13, 2010

queen of the earth...

you cannot imagine what a queen of the earth
i was when i was twelve years old -
ah, how you would have loved me 

how i miss myself!!!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

the duty...

 Live so that 
thou mayest desire
to live again 
- that is thy duty - 
for in any case thou wilt live again!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010


if i look long enough
if i look hard enough
do you think it possible
that i might find
my long lost lovin’ mind
lost to the
ravages of your
mysterious kind
if i look deep enough
and deeper still
might i find love
upon the hard flat sill
that borders the lifescape
of your worn weary heart.....

if i climb down and down
into the looking glass now
might i be then a
part of your life
a life so lost in the
echos of time
no longer true
nothing makes sense
just a piece of this
cold hard brass
if i look long enough
if i look deep enough
if i climb down enough
where would i be
and no longer


Monday, December 6, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

tears of the lake...

cried by lovers whom love forsakes
life without love their sad sad fate

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

she now, like him...

he was but a ghost now -
a spirit - without color without life -
a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she, too,
had once been alive -
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love -
but that, with his absence,
she, now, like him,
was but a ghost...
[a re-post from my "words unspoken" blog - enjoy!]

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

special request for addresses - real communication in 2011...

greetings, dear friends -  for those who have not already received this message from me via email today, just this morning, one of my dear blogging friends in ireland [thank you, map] posted a request for his BFs' home addresses so that he might send each of us a xmas card this year - it seems that in ireland, one does not send out xmas cards in the year in which a family member has passed on, as he had this past year - so, for this year, he wanted to send as many as possible - the whole thing of holiday cards took me right down memory lane to all the wonderful cards i received all my life, until the virtual world made such handwritten cards almost obsolete -

and so it is that i thought what a wonderful thing it would be for the NEW YEAR of 2011 - to send each of you a "real" card to your "real" home in the "real" world - hence, my request for your "real" address so that i might let you know i'm thinking of you with the new year!   

send to gypsywomanworld@gmail.com

Sunday, November 28, 2010

keep hopin'...

keep hopin’ to find someone dear
keep findin’ myself way down here
way down here under all that fear
way down here with no one near

don’t really know what it’s gonna take
just hope it comes quick for my heart’s sake

keep hopin'

Friday, November 26, 2010

i have loved you...

 i seem to have loved you 
in numberless forms
numberless times
in life after life
in age after age 

Thursday, November 25, 2010

to peace and love ...

I am poor and naked but I am the chief of a nation. 
We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. 
Riches would do us no good. 
We could not take them with us to the other world. 
We do not want riches. 
We want peace and love.

~Red Cloud, Oglala Sioux~

Monday, November 22, 2010

life is...

 What is life? 
It is the flash of a firefly in the night -
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime -
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset -

- blackfoot -

Sunday, November 21, 2010

this week in homage to the true natives of this country...

- it seems only fitting that this week should be devoted to those
who are the true natives of this country -
- so each day will have an offering
of and about our native brothers and sisters -

peace and love

Thursday, November 18, 2010

to live out loud...

if you ask me what I came into this life to do -
i will tell you -
i came to live out loud!

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

to tell the story of your life...

you have to begin 
to tell the story of your life 
as you now want it to be 

and discontinue the tales of 
how it has been or 
of how it is

Monday, November 15, 2010

words to live by -

i love my past -
i love my present -
i am not ashamed 
of what i have had, and 
i am not sad because 
i no longer have it -

Friday, November 12, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

and then i dreamed and knew...

i’d been wondering
what it was
that i wanted to be
then i dreamed
and knew
i am
what it is
that i want to be

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

to go away...

I am going away with him 
to an unknown country 
where I shall have 
no past and no name, 
and where 
I shall be born again 
with a new face 
and an untried heart.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

comin' home...

wondering pondering plundering
lost and alone
faded and fallen
disowned unknown
yearning longing craving
not yet known
not yet found
gone but never had
absent barren nonexistent
wanting needing waiting
missing something
missing me
missing you
missing us
wanting needing waiting
seeking searching
the foggy roads
the crooked paths
the raging rivers
the mist the miles
by love’s grace
all led but one place
toward my fate
one look
i was found
one touch
i belonged
one kiss
i was home

Sunday, October 31, 2010

the gypsy moon...

the moonlight tonight
sweeps cross the sky
with its golden glory
trickling its way through the windows
of my soul over the
debris of my loneliness
leaving me naked across
the bed of my thoughts of you
caressing my nakedness with
its nightlight as i lay exposed
for you to see to touch to feel
with your thoughts
in your dreams
from wherever you are tonight
from where that same moonheat
beams down upon your own naked heart
your body’s glory defined in its light
your lovelust yearning to be set free
to be with me in my own bed
of my thoughts of you
your energy now washing away
the debris of my loneliness
under the moonlight tonight

- re-posted from words unspoken - 

Saturday, October 30, 2010

let ecstasy carry you...

 Ecstasy carries you
completely outside
your ego boundaries. 

In ecstasy
you know yourself 
as cosmic ego,
in time and space.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

she wore a painted veil...

she wore a painted veil
to hide behind life's lost pale
and breech the space between
what it is and what it seems

on wings of wire...

 the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way
from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave
and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge
they crawl the concrete ledge
what will be when time has dredged
and nothing left but their own hedge
they are not souls
among the blessed
they are not ghosts but souls in flesh
do not let them be reviled
listen to the words of the wanton child
who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the great lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear
they are


when will truth 
be revealed
or will they 

this verse was posted a few days ago over at my travel journal - for those of you who've not been over that way, it is re-posted here - 
these words follow a recent dream in which i see two animals, a blue bear and a blue lion, appearing very totem-like, walking along a concrete ledge overlooking large waves of water - to the side, there is a 3-tiered apparatus floating down to earth on which stand in each corner of the top to levels, beings dressed in linen-white full-length hooded garments - these are the words that came to me immediately after the dream -

Monday, October 25, 2010

words unheard...

i cannot say aloud the words
that fill my heart
yet rip my soul apart

i cannot say aloud the words
that if I said
would leave us both dissolved instead

i cannot speak
in voices heard my love for you
yet in my silent screams I do

i cannot speak
of life within our stolen time
for we both know you are not mine

love unspoken
words unheard

i cannot live
a loveless life
so i go on in secret strife

i cannot live
in time stood still
yet all I have is life unfilled

Saturday, October 23, 2010

the darkness of love...

came upon her
surrounded her
wrapped her
in its blanket of night
but still sleep
eluded her
evaded her
very soul
her heart racing
through thoughts of him
so far away
eyes closed
succumbed to
the darkness within
held softly in
the arms of
his own dreams
of her

Thursday, October 21, 2010

lost now...

lost now -

the aroma of his light
that once had lit the way
out of her own darkness
the fragrance of his love
cast in a thousand wisps of windblown time
and with the loss of these
these filaments of her
there remained
only her mind
and her heart
her mind now shattered into fragments
emptied of its life flow
it, too, began to disintegrate to dissolve
into tarnished memories
memories tainted by that demon time
fading into the forest of forgotten faces
leaving only her heart
the heart that once beat to the drums
of ancient mariners
that beat as one with his
now slowed to shallow pulses
flickering dimly in the night of her sorrow
disappearing into the dank void
of what had been -

lost now
[feeling a bit "lost now" for words - 
hence, this re-posting of something over at "words unspoken" - enjoy!]

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

the next coming of the mighty bird...

the mighty phoenix
is a mighty bird alright
a mighty bird indeed
he wafted into our world once
it seems so long ago
was he ever not here

came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below

he had come that once into our lives
bringing truth and beauty and light
into our world into our hearts
but then he was called
to another place
in another time
and on his mighty wings
he bravely and fearlessly flew
to where he had to go

and in that other place
in that other time
he was lost to us
lost to our world
it was a time
when our world
was, in deed and in fact,
without him
without his presence
without his mighty voice
his bountiful beautiful words

and then
we were blessed by the gods that be
for the mighty phoenix was returned to us
and to us did he come
bringing once more truth and beauty and light
in his mighty voice
with his mighty words
and our world was a better place
a brighter place
for his coming

all too soon
the gods that be
once more became displeased
or so it seems
and called the mighty phoenix
to another place
in another time
and to the other place in that other time
the mighty phoenix has bravely and fearlessly flown
to where he has to go

and so it is
that now we wait
we wait
for his coming again
we wait in our world
darkened by his absence
empty without his words
we wait
for the mighty phoenix
to rise once more
above it all
and with him bringing
truth and beauty and light

for he is
the mighty phoenix
the mighty phoenix who
came from the ashes he did
just as he was meant to do
rising once more above it all
above the debris of life down here
rising into the brilliance of the sun
to shed his light below


thinking of you,
our pal