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, May 9, 2010

sweet sweet clover...

got me achin’ and hurtin’ all over
think i want me some of that sweet clover 

got me hurtin' with all that sweet flirtin'
got me achin’ an’ my heart’s all shakin’

achin’ in places sun ain’t seen
ain’t no need ta be so mean

hurtin’ in places love ain’t been
since i don’t even know when

achin’ hurtin’ ain’t there no end
all this ill i can’t comprehend

got me achin’ and hurtin’ all over
gimme a taste o’ yur sweet sweet clover

whisper all them little sweet nothin’s
come on now and gimme some lovin’


Nevine said...

Jenean, that is the sweetest little piece of writing. What a beautiful tune it rings inside my head! I loved every Southern drawl word!!!

I'm a bit late with it, but I do wish you a Beautiful and Happy Mother's Day, Jenean.



oh, nevine, what sweet words, all of them - thank you lady! and while i am unsure as to whether or not you celebrate motherhood, i wish you a divine day regardless! i can't tell you how much your visits always brighten my own days, dear friend!

Marlene said...

Happy Mothers Day! just got back from my parents house 4 days taking care of Dad during a surgery! All went well and I am soo happy to be home in my own bed need to catch up on all the posts! I love this one.. why I think it should be a sassy little song!
don't you think? love it!
marlene xo


hey marlene!!! girl, i've been wondering about you - so glad you've come by - and that all is well with your father! i know what you mean about getting back to your own bed! nothing like it! so happy to see you so browse around and play catch up at your leisure! and have a wonderful day!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Damn. You're good!


muchas gracias, trish!