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, February 26, 2010

i ain't never been loved...

i been a lotta thangs in my life
somebody’s child somebody’s wife
taught sunde school an’ carried a knife
lived in good and lived in strife
but one thang i ain’t never been is loved

had sweet nothin’s whispered in my ear
even had somebody call me dear
stayed with him for more’n a year
and once or twice i shed a tear
but i ain’t never been loved                      

oh yeah, i been hugged on
and kissed on an’ i been loved on
but i ain’t never been loved

not through and through
not till now

till you

Thursday, February 25, 2010

she's a gypsy girl...

she’s a gypsy girl
gonna take your heart
for a twirl and a spin
then she’ll crawl right
down under your skin
ride you outta your restless day
corral you down in her savage night
gonna love you good
with all her might
she’s a gypsy girl

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

the seers...

they live in a time
unknown by most
a time when love
is their life’s host

they travel a road
less walked by most
a trail through hills
and down the coasts

they dream in colors
not seen by most
and spend their days
with rainbows close

they see in visions
not had by most
and paint their thoughts
in gold grandiose

they die a death
not shared by most
and wind their way
with kindred

Monday, February 22, 2010

these gypsy lips...

these gypsy lips
are red lips
  ruby red lips

these lips are powerful lips
lips that can change history
my history even your history
make you change your ways
into their ways
they can cause things to happen
you never dreamed of
never heard of
these lips
can lamblast you
right out of your
little comfort zone
and throw you
for a loop like
you’ve never been
looped before

they’ll pucker and pout
turn you inside out 
these lips are talkin' lips
they speak of truth of beauty
of life of love
they speak of me
of you
of us
of possibility
and the physics of both
they speak of passion
of poetry
of poetic passion
of passionate poetry
they speak to you

these lips are loud lips
rambunctious lips
rowdy lips
irreverent lips
they ramble
they recite
they speak up
and act out
they are unruly lips
lips that have no rules 
and will break your rules
these lips are happy lips
lips that smile
that open wide
and laugh out loud
lips that love to laugh
at big things
small things
at you
and with you

and at themselves
they laugh
these lips are magical lips
they can charm you disarm you
make you mold you molest you
melt you motivate you
they can turn you into things
you’ve never been before
and make you forget
what it was you were
these lips can take you
on a magic carpet ride
and have you beg
for a one-way ticket
these lips are lovin' lips
luscious and plump

full and ripe
ripe for lovin’ for bein' loved
for living' for livin' more
these luscious lips
will make you
wanna taste 'em
touch 'em
tease 'em
be teased by 'em
make you
wanna kiss on 'em
till you can’t kiss no more
then they’ll have you
comin’ back knockin' on their door

yes, these lips are lovin' lips

these gypsy lips
of mine

Sunday, February 21, 2010

hey mister...

hey mister!
where you headed?
you gitten’ all wedded?
wearin’ yur sundy mornin’ pants
and yur satidy night smile
you sure are lookin’ good!
oh, yeah, sure wish i could!

Friday, February 19, 2010

the sand traveler...

his face etched 
by the winds of time
like the pyramids 
that were his home
determination sculpted
by the sifting sands
like the giant sphinx
standing guard in the desert
his skin colored copper 
by the tides of the red sea
the sands and sea
that bore him on his journey
this journey of eons
this journey through time
through space
other lives
searching seeking 
through space and time
and time had taken its toll
piercing his flesh with its passage

burning into it the uncharted map of his life
space becoming his tent called home
walking under the harsh glare of the sun 
soaring over the moon and 
sleeping under the stars 
on his wayward travels
his heart beating in rhythm 
to the memory of clanking camel bells
a heart fertile still as the nile delta
a heart crimson filled 
with the blood of ancestors
but a heart with a missing piece
and it was for this missing piece 
of his soul that he continued 
to search to travel
that bound him to never forsake
desolation his only companion 
as on he trekked ‘cross sinuous serpentine shapes
his long hair and head cloth 
his body’s only armor against 
the scorching solitude of his journey
and so it was that his hard lean body 
with its crimson heart 
yearned and ached 
for that which was missing 
which had always been missing 
from his life and all the other lives
in space and time
until one day in a single moment 
where time itself stood still and
space no longer spun round
this noble traveler collided 
with a force so powerful 
as to render him to his knees 
on the burning desert floor of life
a force so powerful as to shake him to his core
ramming its way into 
the deepest crevices of his soul
copper caverns long forgot

a force omnipotent
yet a force he feared not
there was a familiarity to this force
a sense of familiarity that transcended
transcended space transcended time
gripped in the fierce beauty of this 
familiar stranger 
his heart with the missing piece 
began to pulsate to push to thrust outward
further outward till at last 
it was whole again
whole again and fiercely beating
beating in rhythms rampant with life anew
a new life
and with his heart made whole 
so too were his other senses
senses long seared shut by 
life time after life time of searching
but senses now no longer dulled
in this instant of newly found wholeness
there came to this noble traveler
a sound almost silent
almost imperceptible
but a sound nevertheless
a whisper
a soft velvet smooth whisper
that slipped gently 
through his ears and 
down down into his blooming heart
caressing the scarlet vessel...

you have found me...

Thursday, February 18, 2010

your midnight woman...

gonna be your midnight woman
hold you through the night
makin’ all your fears take flight
lovin’ till everythin’s alright
ill crawl into your dreams
where everything’s as it seems
and love turns silence into screams

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

ride the moonbeams...

wrap your soul in sun rays
do not your dreams decay
dance your heart under the stars
feel the spirit of the gypsy’s guitar
then ride the golden moonbeams
everything’s as it seems

Sunday, February 14, 2010

the word dance...

the word dance
the love dance
dance of love
words of love
words are all we have
in this wordworld
we have created
where words slur
and blur
penetrate infiltrate
our soul
pierce our heart
impale our body
oozing out a crimson tide
words heard words unheard
leaving both undeterred
words to dance to
to play to
to act to
to be to
to love to
to deceive and believe
to see and to feel
words to touch
to be touched by
to sway to
and be swayed by
ah, and your words
your words
tease and taunt
leaving me wanting more
rolling around over my tongue
sweating between my lips
searching seeking
finding their way down
into my soul
leaving distasteful all but

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

your words...

somehow slipped
into the shadows 
of my heart
capturing all 
that is there
including the tears

Monday, February 8, 2010

where i've been the past few days -


storm's beginning


just to let you all know i've not been away by choice at all - we are in the midst of a huge blizzard with more than 2-1/2 feet of snow out our front door - a lot of people are without power but ours has remained on for which i am so grateful - however, have had no cable or internet or land phones until about an hour ago [since friday] - entire state shut down basically - we have managed to clear the drive to the street but the street remains under all the snow as state and private plows all under emergency use for keeping main roads open - no private developments/neighborhoods have been plowed yet and no one knows when they will be - good news is that sun was out all day yesterday and is out today - beautiful - bad news is that another foot or more of snow expected to hit tomorrow into all day wednesday in this area all the way over to dc and into pennsylvania, etc - oh, and other bad news - now running out of basic necessity kinds of supplies -

please send saint bernards - chocolate, fresh fruit and wine appreciated!   

now off to check out all your wonderful places while i still can - see you there!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

live the touch of red...

live the touch of red
live the touch
live the red 
touch the red 
touch life
let the red touch you
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


[this little verse came about as a result of a typo in a comment on another post - instead of typing "love the touch of red" about an image, i inadvertently typed "live the touch of red" - and those words triggered these you find here - enjoy!]