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, September 26, 2010

so long cold...

been so long cold
cold inside out
ain’t got no love, only doubt
cold outside in
ain’t got no life, only sin
cold to the bone
ain’t got no nothin’, all alone
don’t know when i’ll have ta’ fold
been so long cold
been so long


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

This one could be set to music! I can hear it as a ballad or something.


oh, thanks, trish! hmmmm.....wonder if dylan would be interested! ;)


oh, wait, how 'bout COHEN???
oh, yeah!

Zuzana said...

Beautiful poem and you used one of my favorite images, Winter by Alfons Mucha.;)
Thank yo for your kind visit the other day and I am sorry for all your troubles. I appreciate you taking the time to disclose all that to me in a lovely comment.


i love this image too! course, i love mucha's work, period! thanks so much for coming by, zuzana!

Roger Gauthier said...

Tu sais donc vraiment
Tu sais donc ce que c'est
Ce que c'est que ce froid !

Je pense à toi, Jenean. Si tout d'un coup, si tout d'un coup tu avais vraiment froid, mes pensées vont vers toi.

I hope all is well for you. But those words are chilling.