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, April 30, 2010

into the forest...

into the forest dark i wander
deeper still my heart ponders

the cry of the raven calls me home
never no more my spirit to roam

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

the call of the wild...

the call of the wanton wild
echoes from the little child
even the gods by her beguiled

keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee

for only she knows what will be
this little child this child banshee

the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide

broken branches of peace once spoke

now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with firey stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak

riddles ride the aeolian winds

spreading ashes of those who sinned
too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend

for unto them her wrath descends

ancient answers wing their way

eleusinian mysteries be their stay
to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days

voices trickling from the past
homeric hymns spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last

this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile

this little child

Monday, April 26, 2010


pieces of me
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find
strewn ‘long the highways
and byways of yesterdays       

pieces of me
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a pretty song

pieces of me
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist


Sunday, April 25, 2010

dawn's embrace...

hold me close hold me tight
hold me through the vicious night
and if the morn should find you gone
i shall love you more with the dawn

Friday, April 23, 2010

been so long...

been so long since the sun did shine
in this little ole’ heart of mine

body’s all tired an’ depressed
makes me think its possessed

pregnant spirit bout to burst
beginnin’ to see it’s a curse

ain’t had no lovin’ in such a long time
just hope i ain’t gotta turn to no crime

don’t know which is worse
love hunger or spirit thirst

neither one ain’t no good
but'cha know i done what i could

gotta wash away all this glum
need me a little jamaican rum

slip on my red dancin' shoes
step on out in life all new

git me a bite of somethin’ sweet
have me a little suga’ treat

gonna do more’n what i can
and git me a good-lovin’ man

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

the voices...

i hear the voices in my head
never listening to what they’ve said

for while they ring of truth and right
they leave me cold in the night

to be held close in love and light
is all I want with all my might

that part of me that seeks to reason
i leave to ponder in life's seasons

i choose instead my heart’s own sounds
as with their warmth they me surround

and so my heart rules ‘oer my head
i’ll live by love when all is said

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

little boys blue...

sinners sittin’ in a jail house row
prayin’ to a god they don’t know

readin’ the book of all the rules
but none of them have all the tools

innocence lost in sandbox play
never had nothin’ to save their day

no mother’s kiss to seal their nights
no daddy’s love to show the light

little boys lost at what a cost
lives without love now trampled and tossed

so they sit in solemn quiet
all dressed alike in prison white

faces turned up lookin’ for grace
ain’t got much time for this life’s race

arms held high for them pearly gates
searchin’ for salvation ‘fore it’s too late

heart’s singin’ sweet till kingdom come
ain’t gotta chance till servin’ is done

cross-ways art inked on canvas flesh
ain’t enough to git outta this mess

men still boys now at the end
worderin’ if their souls will mend

wantin’ to taste of the waters sweet
wadin’ to heaven in their bare feet

dreamin’ of love and another life’s dance
lookin’ to their god for a second chance

Sunday, April 18, 2010

silent night...

the maidens ate the poisoned fruit
given them by tongues made mute
and knew not then their act imputes
the hiding of the sacred flute

the waters rampant they do run
through the night and to the sun
and in their rage the deed is done
the evil web now is spun
if the earth should quake and shake
the gods reject and do forsake
and if of knowledge they partake
the virgins left they burn at stake
the raging rivers sweep away
all the signs of those who stay
there is no hope for them who pray
the gods are gone from these last days

the tiger roars its ancient cries
as prophets shout from burning skies
and angels float to their demise
now silent all who are to die

now silent 

[as a postscript to this post - after my initial post here today i realized that it, too, dealt with the same subject as the post before it - so i transferred that post over to "travel journal" for today - several hours later, came back to do another post here and just finished when i again realized that the subject matter remains the same as the last post and the same as the one i just transferred - since i compose as i do the actual post, i don't always know exactly what a post will be until it is done - in any event, it occurs now to me that there may be a reason not mine to question in all this so i am leaving this post here notwithstanding all the reasons i had intended not to - peace - jenean]