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...

Saturday, May 21, 2011

gypsywoman gypsywoman...

gypsywoman gypsywoman
i see you here
i see you there
i see you everywhere
but who are you gypsywoman
with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts
but do i dare 
would you could you be
 the gentle breeze here today 
and gone tomorrow 
softly fluttering 
sooth my aching heart
ease my hidden sorrow
 * * * * * 
a gentle breeze i am not 
i am the storm of storms a gale force wind
the tempest fierce
the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away
the debris of yesterday 
this life transcend
so do you want to know 
to really know the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me 
on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone
is safe and sound 
from the likes of 
this wild banshee


Anonymous said...

And you have done it yet again, sweet Gyps: reached inside my own soul and drawn a portrait of the words unspoken. Imagination or reality, does it really matter when it is imagination for one and reality for the other? But you know this, for we talked privately of it just last night, and Tomorrow, for me, the tale will be told. I shiver, whether in fear or exultation, expectation or anticipation; cold chills or fevered heat? Either/or.....will he know? Will he see? Will he care? Will he understand? Will he respond? I watch the clock. I hear my heart. Tick-tock. Tick. Tock. cj


dear cj! what is reality but one of our homes in imagination - there is oft times a very thin line between the two - the imagination of one and the reality of the other - and i think it matters not which or if, even - all that matters is "is" - i've not doubt that he will know and care and understand with or without words spoken - there are many things that are said only with the eyes and the heart - and those are the important things!

Trish said...

Wild banshee! Just how I imagine you, Leo.


me, too, dear lady, me, too! the wild banshee! thank you!