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 -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

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, April 11, 2011

your eyes screamed...




your eyes SCREAMED at their killer

come then and take this empty life!

brandish now your gleaming scalpel

slice open my waiting beating breast

without you my soul can never rest

your eyes SCREAMED at their killer

you who had stolen my own heart
come then!  take my life!
kill me!  kill me!  for i cannot be your wife!

your eyes SCREAMED at their killer

searched the bleeding caverns of my heart
beseeched my soul to stop to turn ‘round
but there was no other way i had found

your eyes SCREAMED at me
as i turned
to flee

us

~

would you like to hear these words spoken?

8 comments:

maggie's garden said...

Oh I love the audio on this...it's wonderful with you reading it...it takes on a whole different feel. Wonderful writing...what creative talent you have...wonderful.
I'm grateful to be given the opportunity to enjoy it.

Nevine said...

These are such beautiful words, Jenean. It's unfortunate I was not able to hear the audio. For some reason I wasn't able to load it. And yet, your written word speaks to my heart... as always. Thank you for the pleasure of reading your words.

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so much, lady in the garden! had been toying with the idea of an audio for a while and would alternate back and forth - but here it is - so glad you enjoyed - that's what it's all about! and thank you for your kind words!!! come again soon!!!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and that's so how i feel about your own words, nevine - they never ever fail to speak to my own heart in ways as if i'd penned them myself!

Jimmy said...

Holy jaysus, such venom and bite in your words dear lady.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ah, words - and venom and bite - and burnin' churnin' lovin' passion, sir!!!

Anonymous said...

Yikes! This one is scorching hot, Gypsy. Love it. Now off to listen to it!
Trish

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, yeah, that gypsy blood - that's the way i like things - scorching hot, lady trish!!! ;) so glad to have you come by!