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...

Friday, August 13, 2010

YOUR words...

your words

how can it be

what they do to me

your words
enslave my heart

ripping reality apart


Susan Deborah said...

Dear Jenean:

A tribute of love indeed. Words are powerful in many ways.

Joy always,

Anonymous said...


Desert Rose said...

Shivering..your words made me tremble!!!!
love it..:))

Marion said...

Awesome, fabulous post. Oh, the words! xoxo

Roger Gauthier said...

What a way to tell how dangerous love is.

Don't forget, love begins with passion and too often ends up with "Fare Thee Well".

I don't know why, reading your poem, I was reminded how short had been Lord Byron's own love, and how he suffered from it.



yes, they are, aren't they, susan? powerful! i've always had such a penchant for words - love their sound - their look - the way the feel - all very powerful~


ditto, cousin cj, ditto! :)


and dear desert rose! your own words always so powerful!


yes, i know you are certainly a word person, too, marion! beautiful and powerful words always to be found at your place! ;)


ah, but you do me such honor, roger, to have even the mention of lord byron within the same comment, regardless the reference -