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...

Friday, April 8, 2011

been so long...

been so long since the sun did shine
in this little ole’ heart of mine 

body’s all tired an’ depressed
makes me think its possessed 

pregnant spirit bout to burst
beginnin’ to see it’s a curse 

ain’t had no lovin’ in such a long time
just hope i ain’t gotta turn to no crime 

don’t know which is worse
love hunger or spirit thirst 

neither one ain’t no good
but you know i done what i could 

gotta wash away all this glum
need me a little jamaican rum 

slip on my red dancin’ shoes
step on out in life all new 

git me a bite of somethin’ sweet
have me a little suga’ treat 

gonna do more’n what i can
an' git me a good-lovin’ man!

would you like to hear the words spoken?


Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

"love hunger or spirit thirst" love this line. nothing hurts like a heart aching.

have a beautiful weekend, beautiful lady.


yes, and, sadly, i have them both these days, dear lady - love hunger AND spirit thirst! and i really don't know which is worse - neither one of them good, for sure! ;)

so glad you came by - hope you've a glorious weekend!

Anonymous said...

Wow. Need to hear you read this!

Anonymous said...

Not loud enough. That's probably my speakers!


oh, dear, trish!

Jimmy said...

Famine and drought, loaves and fishes to a smart lady like yourself.

Just_because_today said...

yeah, I need me some of that.

Anonymous said...

It worked! Love hearing you read this, honey chile, in that sweet southern drawl.


my dear sir - your kind words do humble me so! ;)


JBT - yeah, need me some EVER'day!!! ;)


oh, yeah, i've notice my southern drawl on here even when i'm NOT tryin'!!! thanks, trish!!!