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...

Saturday, December 18, 2010

the blue angel...

she had tried
oh god 
how she had tried                                             
not to look to see                                           
not to think to feel                               
                to smell to taste                             
                to want to need
                to succumb
                to surrender sanity
                to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
                for where could it lead?
                but to no man’s land                                       
                no woman’s land                                       
                the land of denial                                       
the land of self-denial
land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle  of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
                and so it was that
                she took flight
                bolted broke loose escaped
                escaped with her soul intact
                her virtue whole
                her heart held ransom
                vowing never to return
and now -

     she tried
                 oh god  
                               how she tried
to forget
to erase eradicate exterminate
but it was not to be
she was not set free
                                                                                            prey to the polarizing pull
                                                                                                        of cerulean circles 
                                                                                                         relentlessly pursued
hunted stalked and found
                                                                                                     by the blue angel of love
love amytal barbital veronal
love hypnotic

she had been ambushed
taken by brute force                               
ripped away ravaged by                                       
its raging currents                                        
taken to deep dark crevices 
she had never known
chasms long forgot
places where he awaited her
and now held captive
love’s captive
                                                                                   a creature confined
                                                                                                              a prisoner held hostage
by the deep
                                                                         sea green oceans
                                                                           of love and lust

[a re-post from "words unspoken" 12/13/2009]


Kate said...

What a beautifully frantic portrayal of love.

Nevine said...

These are your words, Jenean. Unmistakably yours. And that blue font only lends more to the words so unspeakably sad. I love it when you allow your words to appear as jagged on the surface as they are inside. Jagged feeling... and jagged visual. Beautiful, simply!

And thank you so much for your delightful visit! I do so appreciate it, Jenean.


Cole said...

I quite agree with Nevine! Jenean your posts are always a treat for the senses, rich and provocative and moving. But to read your own creations, it is quite the pleasure as you truly have a way with words.

P.S. I keep checking my mailbox everyday, hoping to still get that card. Did the responses for "real" wishes become to daunting of a task, I wouldn't blame you if they did. I still have not gotten my cards out yet. Only 4 days left, oh well there is always The New Year greeting.

Warm Regards

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Frantic portrayal: that fits. Beautifully done!

Zuzana said...

Wow, this was incredibly powerful and moving... It resonated within me so very strongly as it reflects so many feelings I carry within...
You are so very passionate and I love the images you paint with your words...


hello kate from across the way! how wonderful to have you drop by - and especially to leave such kind words - i thank you! hugs -


dear nevine, you always always know exactly what is in my own heart - such a kindred spirit you are - and in this case, yes, jagged jagged words of jagged jagged feelings from deep within - and my heart thanks you for your own words!


dear cole! oh, and thank you too for your always kind words which do humble me so - so happy you enjoy this little corner of blogworld over here! and about my card, no, do not fear - they are coming closer to the new year - actually, they've not come from the printers yet! so i'm waiting with baited breath, as well - but they are for the new year so there is still time - i can't wait to get them and sit down with pen in hand to write my little notes in each one! hope this pre-holiday week is going well for you! a busy bustle over here!!! ;)


hmmmmm......trish - yes, frantic portrayal very aptly describes it, doesn't it! thank you so much for the kind words!


another kindred spirit you are, too, zuzana! i am so pleased that you find comfort/familiarity here - we are never alone in our hearts, are we? ;)

Anonymous said...

No matter how far away we may run, we take it with us in blurred reflections of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Yes? Yes.