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...

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

when dragons fly and demons sing...

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries
of her own free will
she’ll lay her down in the waters still
and pray to let them seep right in
way down deep where it all begins
soak right in to her very core
and open wide the flood gate door
where ancient seers have their say
if light will shine another day

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries


Susan Deborah said...

She will rise
wise and humble
pass on her wisdom
to generations
of mes and yous.

Joy always dear Jenean,

Nevine said...

Lately, Jenean... your words are primal... and spiritual... and delivered right from the gut to the gut. I see you are fascinated with the art of Suschenya... and why not? It is quite inspiring. And your words marry the art so well... and the art kisses your words. Just lovely, Jenean!



to rise again -
and again -
that's the thing -
to rise again!
and yes, passing her wisdom on to all of the yous and the mes, susan! and your words of wisdom and light always so welcome here, dear lady!


yes, nevine, i have fallen so in love with the work of suschenya! it is as if i have painted it - lived it - myself - it matches the me of me! i would love to communicate with him - but have not yet found his place of residence although i know he's done shows on the east coast here for years - in any event, his work has my own heart, for sure, and inspires me so!


oops - i meant west coast above, primarily california, nevine!! ;)