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, August 8, 2010

the flight of the phoenix...

out of the burning embers
the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind
the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life 
he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

the sound of his tears crash to grey concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad criss-crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar

and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

and with this flight of righteousness
the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay

the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenixman
- in case  you've not already, please do treat yourself to 
the magnificent sounds of beauty in the post below - enjoy!  - 


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wow. This is beautiful. I wonder if we all are phoenixes in some ways.


i think perhaps we might be - i like the idea of having been/being a magnificent creature such as the phoenix -

thanks so much for the kind words - i've had these scribbled in my little book of books for some time now and just could never get the finishing touches together - but today was the day - so glad you enjoyed!

Zuzana said...

Beautiful poem. Sometimes we all need to be reminded that we can rise again. And be beautiful.
Thank you for your very kind comment yesterday.;) I hope your troubles are not too heavy...
I am taking a break from the virtual world myself, thus I hope you will enjoy what is left of the summer in your part of the world.,))

Susan Deborah said...

As Zuzana mentioned, we need to be reminded about rising over and over. I enjoyed reading this poem. You take good care. Hope all is well at your end.

Joy always,


greetings dear zuzana - yes, that's very true that we all need to be reminded of our own abilities and strengths - rising again and being beautiful! what a wonderful way to see it - do enjoy your time away - i've been having more that a little touch of summer fever myself - wanting only to be outdoors in the brilliant heat of the sun - so hard to sit here beside my window "looking out" and not "being out" - i know you know what i mean - in any event, lovely to see you again - have a glorious time away - and i look forward to your return - namaste' - jenean


yes, dear susan, i agree - being reminded to rise and rise again - and then again - we all need to know that we CAN - wonderful to see you - and things here are somewhat less hectic now - however, i will be having my little g-children every day the remainder of the summer until school starts so that will mean my time online will be limited once more - but i love having them and we have such fun together - so i cherish those times - and what's up with you these days? what's new and exciting???

Susan Deborah said...

Dear Jenean:

Thanks for the lovely words. I sent you a couple of poems some time ago. Did you get them? I reckon your summer is playful and occupied with your grandchildren around. Have a wonderful time with them.

Come by the meanderings for some soulful conversation when there is time. Would love to have you there.

So long.

Joy always,


dearest susan! oh, yes, i got your magnificent poems! they are incredibly beautiful and were new to me - actually i downloaded them into my poetry folder because i loved them so much - you are such a dear friend to always think of me and with such gifts!!! thank you! yes, summer is just a blur - i'm up at dawn and then out and about till dark and then still up very late - and then it begins again! :) but it's wonderful to have it all to do! and i promise to come by as soon as i can wind my way past here - please forgive and know that you are in my thoughts!!! much love -