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...

Thursday, July 29, 2010

to moonbeams over 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



i seem to have one of my homelands on my mind these days - enough so that i hope you will forgive this re-posting - peace -

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Glad you reposted! I missed this one the first time around. Love it. And what a stunning image!

Marion said...

What an amazing photo to go with your magnificent poem. I love it, Gypsy. You are so talented. Thanks for sharing your words. Love & Blessings! xo

Glynis said...

Such beautiful images in the pictures you paint with words..I feel like I have come home. xo


nice work with the photo...great results


thanks so much trish - have had scotland and ireland on my mind lately - and this one i loved too - glad you enjoyed!


oh, dear marion - thank you for such kind words which mean so much to me - have a fab day and come again soon, lady!


hello there glynis! so wonderful to have you over - and thank you so much for your kind words - i'm so happy that you found meaning in them - please come again soon - oh, and you ARE always home here, really!!!


CL: thank you so much!!!