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, May 26, 2011

the fallen forest...

ever so often
ever so softly
my thoughts
wander to you
the sight of you
the only sight
of you i have
that imitation sight
imitation flesh
carved from the
living cells of a
fallen forest

a fallen forest
where if you
are not there
and i am not there
and only the dreams
of our hearts
make themselves
known there

where if my
heart breaks
cracks crashes
like a fallen tree
under the cutting
edge of a
dark night’s axe
will the crackling
of my broken
heart be heard

when it rips
apart because
you are not

in the fallen forest


mapstew said...

I do believe y'all promised this waltz to a certain gentleman?! :¬)



well, come on over, musicman! the victrola is rollin'!

shall we........

Grace said...

"under the cutting
edge of a
dark night’s axe
will the crackling
of my broken
heart be heard"


As always :)

I've left a little something for you on my blog.

peace and love!

Anonymous said...

I can't believe how similar this is to my latest private journal entry, dear cousin! I surely believe our minds must be one mind, split down the middle! You have that journal entry in your email but probably haven't yet had time to read it. It was stun you.
"the aging ageless ancient tree in a forever forest".....cj


thanks so much, grace, for such kind words and for thinking of my blog in such a special way - am in the midst of major packing for another long road trip so i will be unable to be about in blogland for several weeks - in the meantime, am so glad to have you come by - see you soon!


oh, you know, cj, each time one of our parallels run parallel i think i couldn't possibly be surprised again and then, again comes and i am surprised still again! twins separated at birth, no doubt! ;)

Magic of Spice said...

You stir my soul dear...truly lovely!


oh, thank you so much, magic lady - i must say that this particular piece does hold a special place in my own heart -