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 17, 2011

then love me here...

if you cannot love me there
in the land of life and breath
then love me here
in the land of indigo blood
and velum flesh

where your caresses
scorch this parchment skin
where your lips
meet mine in crimson slips
where words unspoken
are screamed in paper dreams
on this paper
where the ink flows
like the rivers run
to my heart


~ hear these words spoken ~


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Nica says: It's time for a passion revolution

Rick said...

is not this "here" in fact, the land of life and breath?


and you KNOW i'm with nica, trish! it's ALWAYS time for a PASSION REVOLUTION!!!

¡Viva la revolución pasión


ah, point taken, rick! point taken!

so great to see you again, mister! how are you? hope your highway world is treating you well! come again soon and have a great day!

Jimmy said...

Nice work hen


i thank you - and such nice work you are, yourself, sir, to be back among your friends at the campfire tonight! the night is better for it!


and J - hope you've not forgotten the other campfire at words unspoken - drop by when you can - sit - browse - have a glass of wine - and a bite of whatever's there - enjoy -

Space Lady said...

I came by to visit and enjoyed the time spent at your campfire. Thank you as always!


oh, hello space lady - so glad to have you drop by - please do come visit again - take your time, sit, browse, check my other campfires - but most of all, enjoy!!! thanks so much!