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...

Monday, August 2, 2010

the arms of beauty...

4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight
but then - 

 - then -
a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope
lunar wings descend in the night
cradlin’ us soft in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days
wrappin’ us all in golden rays
a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much it doesn’t take long

and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Yowza! I love this one.

Anonymous said...

And for you, dear Cousin Gyps, because we've walked the same Path, words from my pen:
"The color of Sunshine: golden and bright.
Elusive as Moonbeams: silver and white.
The bold sword of King Sol: brilliantly flashing.
Diana's Reflection: mysteries casting.
Sweet songs of Flowers: soundless refrain.
Soft melting Dewdrops: silently lain.
The Fragrance of Rainbows: roses and myrrh.
Musical Bouquets: dolphins and birds.
A candle in Shadows: light for the dark.
Flames from the Spirit: embracing the heart.
Gentle Hands burning: veils fallen down.
A Sharing of Thoughts: joy being found.
Whispers in Stillness: murmuring tones.
Lips against Lips: touching and gone.
The waking of Lost Dreams: trembling intrusion.
Visions of rapture: magic Illusion."

Zuzana said...

As I am in the sensitive state of mind today, this made me cry...
I love the yellow colour of sunshine and gold, it is so significant of August I feel.


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