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...

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

because i must...

i write because i must

words wind their way from deep down inside
and lurk around in the crimson tide

deep down where the wild voices live
who allow me life when to them i give

my pen
to begin

i write about love because i have no choice
            to these words i must give voice

words that linger under my feverish flesh
            my thoughts they do enmesh

waiting wanting needing to bore their way
            to the light of day

from the pregnant cocoon of my heart’s passion
            once written all is done

until they breed once more
and penetrate my soul’s door

i write because i must


Cole said...

At least you write, it is better than keeping all that passion bottled up, twisted and boiling against your insides. Too often I have feelings and let them suffocate inside, they are too intense, too much, too alive, too deep, such emotion. So I bury it back down inside, it waits.

Better to write.

Hope you are doing well friend.


oh, and from one who knows, dear cole, how much energy all that repression takes - and i, too, confess to that vice - keeping them all down inside, twisted and turning, trying to escape - only those of love do i let surface to feel the heat of day! ;) so wonderful to have you over, dear lady, so wonderful!!! thank you!

Calli said...

I SO completely resonate with this wonderful piece....Tis true it is a MUST.

Loved this, thank you, dear Gypsy woman.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

MUST. That's the key, isn't it? Great words and image.


yes, it's true, calli - the thing of the "must" - that, as trish says below, for me, anyway, is the key - the only key - it's as if i am compelled - and suffer withdrawal then i go without putting words to paper for too long - thank you for your own kind words, dear friend!


for me, it is, trish - the matter of MUST - when the MUST lessens, then, time to reconfigure - it's like when i'm painting - i cannot stop until i'm done - even as a teenager when i began painting for real, i would paint into the night through the night until the piece was done -

Nevine said...

Oh, how I know the feeling of writing because we must. It is an affliction, but one that is so very welcome. How would we survive without it? I can't begin to imagine, Jenean!



so true, nevine, so true, the addiction - one day without writing and i am in withdrawal!