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...

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

the fear of suffering...


Tell your heart that 
the fear of suffering 
is worse than 
the suffering itself
And no heart 
has ever suffered 
when it goes
in search of 
its dream.

Monday, August 23, 2010

gypsywoman who are you

 i see you here i see you there i see you everywhere
but who are you gypsywoman with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts but do i dare 

would you could you be the gentle breeze here today and gone tomorrow 
softly fluttering sooth my aching heart ease my hidden sorrow
* * * * * * *

 
a gentle breeze i am not  

i am the storm of storms 
a gale force wind
the temptest fierce the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away the debris of yesterday - this life transcend

so do you want to know - to really know - the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone is safe and sound from the likes of me this wild banshee

Saturday, August 21, 2010

liquid dreams...


steaming liquid dreams
swim in dark blue streams
filled with midnight screams

thirst borne within
penned on parchment skin
where passion’s been
smeared with mortal sin

hearts bleeding blue
soaking life through
love’s own taboo

Friday, August 20, 2010

but where are you...

i wanna come home
it’s cold here
and dark
cold and dark
don’t wanna stay
but can’t seem to
find my way
outta here
don’t even know
where here is
here is not there
in the heat
in the light
with you
here i’m alone
here i’m lonely
here is sad
full of despair
here is closed
to all traffic
a cul de sac
dead end street
one way in
no way out
here there are
no spring flowers
only a concrete jungle
of hopelessness
a winter of
weariness
no fireplace to
warm the frigid
walls of life
without you
that surround
the here of here
here the air
is thin
breathin’ hard
heart can hardly beat
here the dark days
are long
the darker nights
longer
here there is no
sunshine
here there is
no warmth
no love
no life
here there is
no you
no us

i wanna
come
home
 

but
where
are
you

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

shades of red...





















the moon looks down
upon my lonely bed
and bathes my breasts in
shades of red

and then cries down
in crimson tears
upon my broken heart
that fears

to let you in
to hold you near

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

when dragons fly and demons sing...


when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries
 
of her own free will
she’ll lay her down in the waters still
and pray to let them seep right in
way down deep where it all begins
soak right in to her very core
and open wide the flood gate door
where ancient seers have their say
if light will shine another day

when dragons fly the ancient skies
and demons sing their lustful cries

Sunday, August 15, 2010

the bounty...

emerging from his deep abyss
the slimy serpent raised its head
he sought her out upon her bed
and with a hiss and lingering kiss

upon her breasts he dared to feast
for her life he cared the least
he searched for her in times of need
to satisfy his own love’s greed

on her bosom he did suck
in a lustful frenzy all amuck
into her beating heart he did bite
with all his vigorous might

his tongue embarked to do his will
until at last he’d gained his fill
but what he could not see
through his lascivious glee
                       
beneath her bounteous flesh
was the bottomless hole
of her stone cold soul
where his own heart she would enmesh

what he sowed so did he reap
as he gurgled his last in her blackest deep
for his dying soul she did not weep
for in her he had found the primal beast

her
turn
to
feast

i hope...


you dance

Friday, August 13, 2010

Thursday, August 12, 2010

the painted bird...


oh mighty painted bird
hark these my loving words

 
spread you at my waiting feet
and on thy heart let me feast
then open wide your glory wings
and fly me to those crimson springs
lay me down in the rolling tides
till the gates of heaven open wide
enter in my heart’s deep cave
and come to me in rhythmic waves
where ancient voices have their way
and in my love you will stay

oh mighty painted bird
hark these my loving words


spread your wings
and with me sing

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

come join my birthday celebration!!!


the big day has come again and i've decided have a little get together to celebrate the day of my birth in this life - so please please come by and join the festivities on wednesday the 11th right after sundown - there will be plenty of food and drink and music and dancing and story-telling and more of all - and there will be a very special entertainment feature that you won't want to miss - so come one come all - and join the celebration round the campfire at the caravan - dining and wining and dancing under the stars til morning meets the sky!  just follow the path through the woods toward the lake - you'll see the light of the campfires burning....see you here!!!  oh, and no gifts, please - just  your sweet presence!

the naked man...
















the naked man
now with me stands

shed of his fears
from all his years
living in the cold
aged but not old
disrobed of all save for his words
waiting only to be heard
and his shattered heart
tattered and torn apart
longing to be made whole

the naked man
now with me stands

in my soul i will him hold

Monday, August 9, 2010

a west texas dust storm kinda love...


i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love
                    plowing
                    pounding
i want the kind that 
rams into me like
a gale force wind
comin’ in 
striking me with
all its fury
knocking me out
of my arid reality
penetrating through
the outer layers
past the buffers
in between                   
                    plunging
                    puncturing
i want the kind that
shows no clemency
movin’ me
in ways inexplicable
entangling my hair
stinging my eyes
stirring my heart
ripping my soul apart
ramming deeper and deeper
grinding down and round
oozing into that deep dark
core of no return
                    penetrating
                    permeating                   
i want the kind that
drives the gusts
of love unbridled
transporting me from
the lifeless illusion
and hard dry surface of
my existence
suspending me in time
eroding all of what was
depositing what is into
the lush oasis of love
unknown before
                    piercing the heart
                    piercing the flesh
                    merciless
yeah, i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love...
                    electrifying
                    death-defying

a song in my heart - hallelujah

 
this song moves me in ways inexplicable - 
ways long forgot - 
it touches me it embraces me and i it embrace - 
it reaches to the depth of the me of me that is that was and that shall be - 
and so i share it - and me - with you
!hallelujah

Sunday, August 8, 2010

the flight of the phoenix...


out of the burning embers
the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind
the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life 
he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

the sound of his tears crash to grey concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad criss-crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar

and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

and with this flight of righteousness
the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay


the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenixman
*
  
- in case  you've not already, please do treat yourself to 
the magnificent sounds of beauty in the post below - enjoy!  - 

in midnight dreams i sing myself to you...

 

  Mary Black - Song for Ireland
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Monday, August 2, 2010

the arms of beauty...

4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight
but then - 

 - then -
a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope
lunar wings descend in the night
cradlin’ us soft in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days
wrappin’ us all in golden rays
a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much it doesn’t take long


and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt

Sunday, August 1, 2010

i shall dress...


let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society       
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME

these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so - suffer my heart

rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts

then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time

and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love

and i
i shall live   
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time

and i

i shall love
i shall love you
YOU