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...

Monday, March 28, 2011

the prints of your heart...

they’re there
just can’t be seen
but that don’t mean
they’re not there
invisible snares
wanderin’ windin’
their way
where they’re gonna stay

layin’ latent ‘cross the
wet slippery surface

threshold scorin’ identified
their ridges unique

to the exclusion of all others
carry the mark of no one else

their friction amplifyin’
vibratin’ my soul

signalin’ the shadows
of my lost past

they’re there
seems they’ve always been
right there under my skin
makin’ their way within
no beginin’ and no end
born in passion and in sin

plastic or patent
no difference to repent
the burden mine
for now and all time

oh, yeah, they’re there
layin’ our love bare

the prints
of your heart

on mine


mapstew said...


I found some old rolls of film in a drawer last month and sent them off to be developed. I'm still waiting!

Someday my prints will come! :¬)


Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

...and we are never quite the same. No amount of time can erase the fingerprints left behind, no matter how many tears we cry; it does not wash away the fingerprints...of the one we gave our heart, body, and soul to.

Pearl said...


I rather like the prints that people have left on my heart. I'm never alone...


Marion said...

Amazing post and an awesome photo, Gypsy.



yes, map, i await my prints arrival, as well! he'll be riding a big white horse, right? ;)


true, six, these prints are permanent ones - never to be erased - embedded forever into our very core - and i, for one, am so thankful for that! ;)


wonderful perspective, pearl - each set adding a new dimension, a new layer to our own heart/our spirit!


oh, hello there, marion! how wonderful to see you - and i thank you for your kind words, lady!

Anonymous said...

Terarific post, image and words. A gret place to begin and end my day. Thanks, Gypsy.


thanks so much trish - i find sanctuary here, too! ;)