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 -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

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, January 31, 2010

licorice dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me
when you are
not to be found
to be seen
i wonder of you
on those nights
in the darkness
of my own devices
when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you
no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day
no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights
without your cradling softness
i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me
when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn
i wonder of you
of where you are
if the other misses you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there
if she thinks of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not
if her thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do
if her heart sings
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does
if her dreams
drift in waves
of blue velvet
when you are near
as mine do
i wonder of you
my
gypsy
king

*[this was posted in my "travel journal" with a slightly different twist - but i like it so much i wanted to put it here as well-enjoy!]

Friday, January 29, 2010

the candy store...

been wantin’ me some candy    
somethin’ sugary and sweet
sure come in handy

been wantin’ me somethin’ sweet
just a little ole’ treat
so i head right down the street

down to the corner candy store
gonna pick and choose and pick agin
a little now and then some more
                   
think i’ll have me a big old’ licorice stick
to put between my ruby red lips
yeh, that might be my pick

maybe a gooey milky way
send me straight to the stars
leadin’ me all astray

or a chocolate covered cherry
just wanna little suga’ fix
sure don’t wanna marry

git to the door and what’d ya know
candy store ain’t what it usta be
pickin’s is slim and bizness is slow

so i turn me ‘round and head on back
the lesson to be learned i guess
fix me my own little sweet snack

Sunday, January 24, 2010

to jimmy in glasgow...


blackest black night
penetrated by
sounds of steel spiraling
through the flesh
of old wounds never healed
under the cover of full metal jackets
years of differences fester still
shades of hatred begetting
bloody canvasses of life in glasgow
velocity and energy and density
no longer marking the weather
now marking the storm of
death on wing
travel path and target
spelling bloody ballistics
random projectiles
of hate in flight
razors of yesteryear
slicing through layers of dysphoria
knives brandished with deadly intent
by children wandering the streets
of chaos and turmoil
their spirits no longer theirs
buried already in the graveyard
of discontent
bloodstains color the hard cracked
surface of their hearts
men in black leather jackets
grim reapers of silent violence
women and children fearful
of creaking floors and opening doors
longing yearning for
the warm sunlight
of what should be
seeking solace and safety
behind locks and chains
husbands keeping watch
with metal filled pillows
giving way to sleepless nights
of signs and sounds
waiting for dawn
waiting for day
for another way
just one more day
praying for the other way
trying to make another way
the way of peace and love
the way of love and peace
with the warmth of
brother loving brother
melting the heartless
frigid winter of
despair and desperation
painting in vibrant
life-sustaining sunshine
the canvasses of
life in glasgow
where children frolick
on the playgrounds 
of a better life
and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace

and husbands and fathers

awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness
the only sounds those
of golden moonbeams
falling gently over
life in glasgow

Saturday, January 23, 2010

saturday night...















time to 
shake and stir
swirl and twirl
in the gypsy camp -

so come on over - 
let's dance together
under the moon -
or just sit round
the campfire!




oh, and if you're not here, 
then WHAT are you 
doing tonight?

tell me....

Thursday, January 21, 2010

come walk with me...





come dance with me
where the wild flowers grow
let's open our hearts to all we can see

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

the tourist...





























 I will not be just a tourist 
in the world of images
just watching images 
passing by 
which I cannot live in
make love to
possess as 
permanent sources 
of joy and ecstasy.

Monday, January 18, 2010

the first and last dance...




you say you cannot dance 
but that’s impossible to believe
for in your sparkling eyes 

your rhythmic spirit i perceive
i do not wish thee to deceive 
so just one waltz of love 
then take your leave
tis not forever that I seek
but just a night of sweet romance
won’t you please this time enhance
and come to me let me receive
your noble gesture your one last stance
to find your way for love conceived

Sunday, January 17, 2010

to be free...



There are many ways to be free. 
One of them is to 
transcend reality 
by imagination
as I try to do.

Friday, January 15, 2010

seeking stillness...



hmmmm...i've been at my computer now for quite a while and remain unable to find the thoughts or words for posting - for posting anything at all - my thoughts the past few days seem to be inundated with "movement and chaos" [as my travel journal post refers to yesterday] - and sadness -

and, needing desparately right now to find a state of "stillness" within, with which to counter the chaos,  i think i have to be away for just a day or two - so, i'm headed to that inner island you see above -

in the meantime, i know you'll save a place for me in your "happy place" -

later, friends -
jenean

Thursday, January 14, 2010

the whole...



there are no extra pieces in the universe -

everyone is here because he or she
has a place to fill - and every piece
must fit itself into the big jigsaw
puzzle

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

what about you?


what i'm thinking about today -
love
beauty
spring
sunlight
warmth
and what about you?
of what are YOU thinking?

Monday, January 11, 2010

current book reading added...
































for books i'm reading these days, just check out the sidebar
"the gypsy's reading" and "the gypsy just finished" - 

Sunday, January 10, 2010

the STORMY present...



"The dogmas of the [quiet] past 
are inadequate to the stormy present. 
The occasion is piled high with difficulty 
and we must rise with the occasion. 
As our case is new, so we must 
think anew and act anew
We must disenthrall ourselves
and then we shall save our country."

the time is NOW...
to THINK anew...
to ACT anew...
to SAVE our COUNTRY...
our PLANET...
our SELVES...


for a great commentary on what prompted these words,
please see the shades of minority report post at the 
synchronicity blog of rob and trish macgregor here: 
http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/

Friday, January 8, 2010

curving again...




















curving back
                        into mySELF 
i CREATE
                                                            again
and
again

Thursday, January 7, 2010

the goal...



all paths lead
to the same goal:
to convey to others
what we are

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

be WHOLE...



be really
WHOLE
and
all things
will come
to you

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

the radiance...



what is life
without the
radiance of
LOVE?

Monday, January 4, 2010

fulfillment...



LOVE needs the SPIRIT -
and the SPIRIT
LOVE,
for their
fulfillment

Sunday, January 3, 2010

ADDENDUM to 12/28 post































again, not great photography, 
but a shot of the abstract hung in the owner's home