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, April 27, 2011

my fettered dream...

come live inside my fettered dream
and hear the ancient voices sing

the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir

sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send

the red orange orb embarked
turns now the day to darkest dark
and moonbeams bleed in random flight
their crimson silence in the night

on earth below the gods invoked
spew forth the blood the fire and smoke

and in these days of blackest nights
and nights beset with radiant light

the children speak in words unknown
and with their visions all is shown

the day of knowledge fully come
the signs from heaven now are done

come sit beside the raging streams
and see the wonders of the ring

come live inside my fettered dream

would you like to hear these words spoken?


Trish said...

I'm running out of adjectives for what you do here, Gypsy. This entire sequence is beautiful and powerful. And as always, the images fit perfectly!


but you do always find just the right words, trish - which i cherish so! and i thank you!

[the images are details of a nolde - and you know how i love nolde!] ;)

maggie's garden said...

Thank you for adding the audio link. It's very enjoyable to listen to the beautiful words you write. xo


oh, and i'm so happy you like the audio - i switched up recorders and converters etc etc and am back on track a bit! still shocked over how much southern drawl i have! ;)

Rick said...

It flows beautifully but I actually found the words frightening, like they are too big to be heard. and maybe too true


oh, rick! how in the world are you!!! so great to have you come by - i know - about the words - i feel the same way - it's worse because i write them - well, because they write themselves through me - i'm just a conduit sometimes - most times - which is even scarier! ;) and in thinking that very thing just moments ago, i've already decided on my next post tomorrow - much lighter - so do drop by again then! hugs - j

Steppenwolf said...

Apocalyrical thunder in the breast!


for sure, steppenwolf, for sure! wonderful to have you come by - your visits always add a touch of sunshine here! ;)