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 26, 2011

the flood gate...

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


Marion said...

Just fabulous, Gypsy! Love the line, "When dragons fly..." You're awesome.

Love & Blessings,


greetings lady marion! wonderful to see you - thanks for the kind words - this is a little piece i did about a year ago - and was just in the mood for it again, but this time, with a different image, which i like a lot with the words! thanks again for coming by! peace and love -

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

When dragons fly...
Every word, every turn of phrase... really wonderful.


from you, as always, trish, i am humbled by your words - i do confess to loving the opening lines though - to me, they seem to have a life of their own -

Pam said...

I love the wild gypsy steed! Its raw and wild and free and magical and mystical...powerful. You are amazing...I wish we were neighbors, I want to have coffee with you!!


oh, too funny, pam!!! but i love it!!! the raw and wild and free etc etc!!! thank you SO much for the kind words, lady! and we can always have that virtual cup of something!!! i forget, where are you in terms of geography, anyway? ;)

LOLITA said...

No sensitive reader could resist falling under this exquisite, fiery, lyricaly potent and so deep into the feminine element poetic spel. Bravo!


greetings, lolita! and welcome to my humble little campfire here! thanks so much for following along - and for your kind words - lovely to have such an inspiring weaver of words as you, lady!

Magic of Spice said...

You are amazing! This is wonderful and sensual...just lovely!


oh, how wonderful to find you here, as well, magic! thank you so much for coming by this campfire, also - and for such kind kind words - i hope you'll come again soon! and often!!! love having you, dear lady!

linda said...

oh this is so warm, like caramel and dragons.... dragons with this piece of art is like magic..singing along with your words, weave magic. have a magical weekend, sweets. xoxox


oh, dear linda! i so love your own words - caramel and dragons! the stirrings of a poem, for sure - and what could be better than the work of franz!