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...

Thursday, February 3, 2011

the game...

she could not run
she could not hide
from all that haunted her inside

strip away the woven webs
of all that dormant dread
and all the monsters that she fed
when to the devil she had wed

and even then
from her own den

she could not hide
she could not run
from what in sin she had begun

it was a game
she could not tame


Kate said...

Long time, no comment from me. It's been busy up in here (just ask my Dad!) But I do love how wonderfully dark this is (too much of an oxymoron? No, I'm good with wonderfully dark.)
Well done on beautiful words :)

Cathy said...

As one of my poems says, which this reminds me of: "I see you in the morning sun as shadows start to harden - I commit this crime of love, and you will always pardon." Thank you for your heart's own theme.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That's very powerful.

Cole said...


joanny said...

A bittersweet tragedy -- she cant run she cant hide - we carry our universe with us where ever we are --

nice write,


67 Not Out - Mike Perry said...

I guess none of us can hide, well perhaps for a while, but ultimately we have to face up to what we have created. Great poem.

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Wonderful poem. I totally agree with Mike.


oh, hello, my dear kate! how wonderful to have you grace my little campfire with your kind comment for which i thank you! and about wonderfully dark, ditto, of course! i'm great with wonderfully dark as well - so glad you liked these little words - they were quite literally scribbled on a deposit slip as i drove [carefully] to pick up my little grandson from daycare! again, thanks so much for coming by kate! hugs to you - and to your FAM!


and dear cathy! fantastic to have you come by dear lady - it's been far too long - i love those words of yours which i so relate to as you can tell - beautifully said! we share the same of many thoughts, it seems! lovely to see you!


alex, thank you so much for your words here - they are always an inspiration and i thank you! your presence is always a bright spot 'round the campfire!


ah, lady cole!!! what can i say! thank you thank you!!!


'tis true, isn't it, joanny, as we struggle under the burden of our self-made world[s] - and then, there are those magical moments when our self-made world[s] carry us - lift us to the heavens - and then, in those moments, we are free - free to be -


facing the monsters of our own making - yes, the ultimate price we must pay for playing our own way! ;)

wonderful to see you, mike - thank you for coming by - whenever i hear from you i am reminded [but in a good way] of all the work i need to be doing over at my yaya tree! ;) but, i console myself with the knowledge that i am spending a lot of time/work in ancestry.com where i sometimes cannot leave for hours into the night!

hope all is well in your world -


thanks trish! you know, i was telling kate [above] that i literally scribbled these words on a bank deposit slip as i drove [yes, i drove, but very carefully] down the beach highway to pick up alejandro the other day! ;)