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...

Sunday, April 18, 2010

silent night...

the maidens ate the poisoned fruit
given them by tongues made mute
and knew not then their act imputes
the hiding of the sacred flute

the waters rampant they do run
through the night and to the sun
and in their rage the deed is done
the evil web now is spun
if the earth should quake and shake
the gods reject and do forsake
and if of knowledge they partake
the virgins left they burn at stake
the raging rivers sweep away
all the signs of those who stay
there is no hope for them who pray
the gods are gone from these last days

the tiger roars its ancient cries
as prophets shout from burning skies
and angels float to their demise
now silent all who are to die

now silent 

[as a postscript to this post - after my initial post here today i realized that it, too, dealt with the same subject as the post before it - so i transferred that post over to "travel journal" for today - several hours later, came back to do another post here and just finished when i again realized that the subject matter remains the same as the last post and the same as the one i just transferred - since i compose as i do the actual post, i don't always know exactly what a post will be until it is done - in any event, it occurs now to me that there may be a reason not mine to question in all this so i am leaving this post here notwithstanding all the reasons i had intended not to - peace - jenean]


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love the way your mind works. Love the words, the image, all of it.

Rick said...

seemingly forsaken
silence in the heavens
a God of brass bands
but I fear not as gone as most think.
just a sleeping giant.
a brilliant write, by the way
very mystical

Marlene said...

wow..I need to agree with Trish and Rob..I do love the way your mind works! and I must say your trip must have been inspiring!!

Nevine said...

The rhythm... impeccable! And every word so deep from the roots of the earth. Excellent!



as always, trish, your words hold such special meaning for which i thank you -


and there you are, rick! wonderful of you to come by - i thought of your truckin' times as i travelled the highways and byways these past few weeks - and thank you so much for the inspirational words here - i am humbled - will be over to your place soon to play catch up - see you there!


hey dear marlene!!!!! oh, i've so missed you! thank you so much for greeting me here upon my return! left a little note yesterday over at your place - and happy happy belated birthday, again, lady!! wishing you much much happiness and love!


dearest nevine! really wonderful to hear from you so soon upon my return - you know, i was in texas while i was gone - in waxhachie actually - my son lives there and is a cast member in the scarborough renaissance faire so i hiked from shreveport over there to visit him and attend the opening weekend of faire - wonderful wonderful time - with him and at the faire - anyway, thank you so much for your words by which i am more than a little humbled!!! can't wait to hop over to your place and sit and read and read until i'm all caught up on your magnificent words!

Deboshree said...


Damn I missed you Jenean!

Lovely piece!!

Much love,


hey lady! missed you too! thanks so much for coming by and for your kind words - so drop me a few lines and let me know how your dancing is coming - how was the audition etc? see you later!