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...

Friday, December 31, 2010

to live the red in 2011...this and more i wish you...

live it
live
the touch of red
live the touch
live the
red
touch the red
touch life
let the red touch
you
let it touch you
teach you
tamper you
let it teach you
red hot passion
burning churning
like a pit of fire
let it touch you
in your heart
in your mind
in your loins
let it tamper
your complacency
your contentment
tamper them into
temptation
let it tempt you
tempt you to
touch more
to taste more
to touch again
to touch life
to touch the red
to let the red
touch
you
tempt you
to
love

to
live
to
live
the
red


[to you, nica]

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

she reaches...


she reaches 
down
down 
into
her darkness
to hold onto
to grasp
to reach
the unreachable
his love
lived


but
she reaches
nothing

nothing
that can be
it has all been
lost at sea

the sea of
what never could be

and 
still

she
r
e
a
c
h
e
s

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

to see...


if i see you
can i touch you
if i touch you
can i taste you
if i taste you
can i have you
if i see you


cause
i want you

Sunday, December 26, 2010

all i wanna do...

the open road called my name
will nothin' ever be the same

as when i first saw you
my heart thrown all askew

the words hide deep down inside
waitin' wantin' to open wide

but all i wanna do
is reach out and touch you

just touch
you

all i wanna do

Friday, December 24, 2010

THINKING OF YOU...




DURING THIS TIME OF 
ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS - 
YOUR PRESENCE AT MY LITTLE CAMPFIRES 
MAKES THE JOURNEY
SO MUCH BRIGHTER AND WARMER 
AND I AM HONORED
TO HAVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP!

WISHING YOU AND YOURS
PEACE AND LOVE

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

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 -

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
                                                                                                         captivated
                                                                                   a creature confined
                                                                                                              a prisoner held hostage
by the deep
endless
unfathomable
                                                                         sea green oceans
                                                                           of love and lust


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

Thursday, December 16, 2010

to passion and phoenixes...

 - our passions are the true phoenixes -
when the old one is burnt out
a new one rises from its ashes

Monday, December 13, 2010

queen of the earth...

you cannot imagine what a queen of the earth
i was when i was twelve years old -
ah, how you would have loved me 
and

how i miss myself!!!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

the duty...

 Live so that 
thou mayest desire
to live again 
- that is thy duty - 
for in any case thou wilt live again!


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

if.....

if i look long enough
if i look hard enough
do you think it possible
that i might find
my long lost lovin’ mind
lost to the
ravages of your
mysterious kind
if i look deep enough
and deeper still
might i find love
upon the hard flat sill
that borders the lifescape
of your worn weary heart.....



if i climb down and down
into the looking glass now
might i be then a
part of your life
a life so lost in the
echos of time
no longer true
nothing makes sense
just a piece of this
cold hard brass
if i look long enough
if i look deep enough
if i climb down enough
where would i be
neverneverland
and no longer

me

Monday, December 6, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

tears of the lake...


cried by lovers whom love forsakes
life without love their sad sad fate

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

she now, like him...

he was but a ghost now -
a spirit - without color without life -
a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she, too,
had once been alive -
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love -
but that, with his absence,
she, now, like him,
was but a ghost...
 
 
[a re-post from my "words unspoken" blog - enjoy!]