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 -

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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...

Sunday, January 24, 2010

to jimmy in glasgow...


blackest black night
penetrated by
sounds of steel spiraling
through the flesh
of old wounds never healed
under the cover of full metal jackets
years of differences fester still
shades of hatred begetting
bloody canvasses of life in glasgow
velocity and energy and density
no longer marking the weather
now marking the storm of
death on wing
travel path and target
spelling bloody ballistics
random projectiles
of hate in flight
razors of yesteryear
slicing through layers of dysphoria
knives brandished with deadly intent
by children wandering the streets
of chaos and turmoil
their spirits no longer theirs
buried already in the graveyard
of discontent
bloodstains color the hard cracked
surface of their hearts
men in black leather jackets
grim reapers of silent violence
women and children fearful
of creaking floors and opening doors
longing yearning for
the warm sunlight
of what should be
seeking solace and safety
behind locks and chains
husbands keeping watch
with metal filled pillows
giving way to sleepless nights
of signs and sounds
waiting for dawn
waiting for day
for another way
just one more day
praying for the other way
trying to make another way
the way of peace and love
the way of love and peace
with the warmth of
brother loving brother
melting the heartless
frigid winter of
despair and desperation
painting in vibrant
life-sustaining sunshine
the canvasses of
life in glasgow
where children frolick
on the playgrounds 
of a better life
and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace

and husbands and fathers

awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness
the only sounds those
of golden moonbeams
falling gently over
life in glasgow

20 comments:

Christine Robinson said...

Hello there, again, Jenean. This piece reminds me of a movie I saw a while back called TURTLES CAN FLY. And the movie actually reminded me of some despairing moments I've had, friends have had, loved ones have endured...

Hopelessness is a hard enemy to battle when one is in the midst of prolonged chaos. Your writing today reminds me of that feeling. Sometimes life fails us; sometimes we fail life. Always a philosophical journey.

blessings,
christine

Protege said...

Wow, this was very deep and with so many thoughts... I need to read this again, it has to be read a few times to be fully appreciated...
xo
Zuzana

Susan Deborah said...

Layers of thought spread before us!!!

I liked the moon amidst the clouds. She looks safe and warm.

Joy always :-)
Susan

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hi christine - this piece is written for a blogger friend in scotland where things are less than peaceful it seems - in any event, after reading his recent post, these words just put themselves here -

thanks so much for coming by - love having you -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

zuzana and susan - hello there both of you - just realized i should have addressed the comment above to everyone to help shed light on the whys and wherefores of this post - anyway, yes, many layers to a multilayered situation in one of my homelands!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Great words and image! And what a lucky blogger friend in Scotland!

The Abbot said...

Lovely words Jenean. I hope he reads it.

Anonymous said...

My God gypsy woman, what utterly awsome words, and Im fae Glasgow, where we dont say such things lightly. You describe the situation with such...sheese cant find the words, you do your thing so well, your words are a great comfort to me, and I know Jimmy will find them so too. There were a few incindents over the weekend, but my end of town, not Jimmys, so here's hoping...but Glasgow is in many was a small place.
Thank you again for your wonderful words.
Auchenshugglegranny

GYPSYWOMAN said...

jimmy's own words struck such a chord in me that it is truly difficult to describe, trish - thanks as always for your comments which i cherish!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so much trevor - and yes, i hope he reads them but moreover hope he finds caring in these words - words are all i can do -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear Auchenshugglegranny - thank you very much for such a sweet note - however, i really deserve no accolades at all as it is very very easy for me to sit in the comfort of my safe home and tap out words - but words are all i have, really, except for caring - and i offer both - and scotland holds a cherished place in my heart as i am a highlands lass with roots to eilean donan although i've not yet been able to visit my homeland - in the meantime, i hope these few words will suffice - thank you again for your note - and please feel free to drop by anytime at all - jenean

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, and, Auchenshugglegranny - go safely - you are all in my thoughts -

staceyjwarner said...

jenean,

so intense and immensely rich in texture and layers...

much love

Electricwitch said...

Just popped in to say Hi and i really enjoyed reading your blog it is so vibrant. Will pop in regular now i found you.

Electricwitch.

Gingeyginge said...

Thank you for visiting,hope your in good health.x.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

greetings electricwitch - [love your name] - and thanks so much for coming by - so glad you enjoyed - please do come again - and often - campfire's always blazing - the more the merrier 'round it!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

stacey - thanks so much - yes, many layers as there are many layers to the issues in scotland - peace and love -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

your visits are always so welcome, gg! and your blog so lovely!

Roger Gauthier said...

You know, Jenean, there is violence everywhere, always has been, always will be.

Humankind goes on one step at a tine - backwards most of the time. Isn't this a wonder?

Violence breeds violence. Inequalities do the same.

This is one thing that we up here cannot understand fully I think. True, there is violence here too. But...

You've got a city of almost 3 million people where people can go on foot anywhere at any hour, day or night... You've got such a city where 30 murders A YEAR is considered awful...

Watch for an image that I will publish soon, Jenean. It's about the mass murders in Virginia U... and always, those freaking guns. Everybody with a gun. Firearms everywhere, instruments of death in the hands of the average guy, who obviously has no judgment whatsoever. Insanity.

Isn't it in Boston that there was a whole zone called The Combat Zone? No way to live...

No way to die.

Roger Gauthier from the Montréal region

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you are right roger - sadly, i do agree - i've heard the things you speak of in your country - how wonderful - the issue of gun control here - well, the lack of it anyway - horrendous!

i'll be watching for your image - thanks so much for taking time to "scroll down", kind sir!