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...

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

the voices...

i hear the voices in my head
never listening to what they’ve said

for while they ring of truth and right
they leave me cold in the night

to be held close in love and light
is all I want with all my might

that part of me that seeks to reason
i leave to ponder in life's seasons

i choose instead my heart’s own sounds
as with their warmth they me surround

and so my heart rules ‘oer my head
i’ll live by love when all is said


Susan Deborah said...

Missed you Jenean. How have you been?

I hear voices in my head always and I so try and listen to them but sometimes I pretend that they don't exist.

Hugs and love,

Marlene said...

Well... this brings to mind ..Sister Mother superior..when I went to Catholic school.....unfortunately she did not like me much..I spent most my time in her office...they planted lots of voices of guilt in my head.. yet I never listened :-)

Zuzana said...

Lovely poem. And I love the Pre-Raphaelite image.;)

Cathy said...

How precious are all written words, I choose them o'er the song of birds; and here you've done them such a favor - please go on, that I might savor.

Deboshree said...

Oh my friend,

Sometimes I'm stunned. These words that you have written..they are JUST the way I feel. I can relate to them so well!

Love love love..that's the only feeling worth living for.

Much love,


well, susan, those voices that you don't listen to must be the untrue-to-you voices, don't you think? it's good you are able to differentiate - thanks so much for coming over, susan! your visits mean a lot -


marlene - ouch! catholic school! don't even want to go there! literally and figuratively!!!


zuzana - hello there! wonderful to see you again - and yes, i love the pre-raphaelite images too - they seem to speak to me -


and cathy! i am so humbled by your own beautiful words for which i am so grateful! thank you - please come again soon!!!


greetings deboshree - oh, i think we all share so many things - perhaps even most things - which makes my little words seem more than they might otherwise -

Owning the Words said...

I adore this poem and the painting fits enormously well with the first line. The rest unravels beautifully. Only love holds the power to rule heart over head.

Thank you so much for joining my blog and taking the time to read my words.