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...

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

mojo man...

it’s all true you know
those things you hear
about him
about what it is
that he does
what it is
he really does
you know what i mean
those “things” that he does
with that stuff he has
the stuff you can’t get nowhere else
you know the stuff
that stuff his stuff
it’s all true you know
those things i hear
when he comes near
when he whispers in my ear
when he pulls out that little
indigo instrument of his
when he stirs up his magic mojo
stirs up all those crystalline dreams
stirs ‘em all up into crimson streams
ties ‘em together with corrugated strings
all them beautiful things
you know what i mean
you hear ‘em too
don’t you
yeah, i know you do
you hear ‘em too
you know what i mean
when he pulls out his little stash
THE stash
yeah, THAT stash
all that sweet sugary stuff
that ain’t none never enough
that makes us beg for more
that trips us to that other shore
the one where life ain’t so bad no more
or the one where life’s shut all the doors
it all depends on his stuff of the day
the stuff of come what may
the stuff of findin’ the way
the way into the heart of things
into the guts'a things
into the deep dark black'a things
the divil'a things
the burnin' hell'a things
into the truth'a things
the beauty'a things
the real'a things
the real deal things
yeah, those things
those “things” that he does
your know the things
those things
that most of us
never even hear of
never know of
never deal
never feel
never fill
never will
never experience
even in the blackest night
let alone on a sunlit day
when life’s gone astray
has slapped us in the face
stingin’ our flesh like a squirt of mace
has robbed us deserted us
left us alone in the desert sands
without ev’n no layin’ on of hands
without no map no drink
sendin’ us straight over the brink
no shelter from the storms of life
leavin’ us in the midst of all that strife
when life has lost its everlovin’ mind
beatin’ us down and all our kind
but then just like the sunrisin’
on a misty morn’
like a breath'a fresh air
with all kinds’a love to spare
here he comes
yeah, here he comes
carryin’ his little magic wand
his magic mojo wand of indigo ink
danglin’ it in front of us
wavin’ it 'round
makin’ those marks of his
marks can’t no one else even compare
marks no one else would even dare
marks that take us round and round
makin’ us think we’re heaven bound
and just like pavlov’s dogs
there we go pantin’ and pawin’
salivatin’ motivatin’
whimperin’ whinin’
lappin’ up his stuff
all his stuff
lappin’ it all up off those virtual paper plates
sniffin’ snortin’ inhalin’ exhalin’
all of it 
all his stuff
yeah, you know what I mean
that stuff
the stuff that ain’t never enough
the stuff of all them magnificent mystical tales
you know what i mean
his STUFF
that indigo ink stuff
yeah, that stuff
every single drop every last drop
till there ain’t nothin’ no more
till all those words'a his
just slam shut the door
SLAM it shut
right straight shut
yeah, shut!
shut!
shut till the next time
you know what I mean
the time
yeah, that time
THE time
the NEXT time
when he next comes ‘round
makin’ us think we’re all heaven bound
givin’ us a fix on what is what can be
what should be
a fix on love an’ light
an’ all things right
slap through the day into the night
takin’ you to all them pearly heights
when he does his thing
you know the thing
that thing he does
with his stuff
that stuff that more ain’t never enough
that thing that he does
when he pulls out his magic pen
and it all begins
again!

again
with him...
and his magic mojo pen

for all’a us
yeah, you know who i mean
you know the ones - US
us - his junkies...
his WORD junkies 


[to jimmy in glasgow]


13 comments:

GYPSYWOMAN said...

with a few minutes downtime in between boxes and vans and more boxes, these words are for you - yeah, you - you know who i mean! ;)

Deb Kirkeeide said...

Ha! This definitely sounds like someone I know!

Magic of Spice said...

Oh my..."Word Junkies" love it!

mapstew said...

I know that man! :¬)

xxx

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yeah, you know who i mean, dear map! that man with the majic stuff, hisself!!! ;)

xxxxx

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey deb! how great to have you come by and leave a note!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

all kinds of junkies, aren't there, magic lady! so lovely to have you come by - would that i were having some of your delicious creations for dinner tonight but another junk-thing will have to do: a drive through, probably! bahhumbug! ;)

Pearl said...

There's a man I know, not in the U.S., you understand...

I know this man. :-)

Pearl

Just_because_today said...

BRAVO!!! I felt like I was in an audience watching a wonderful monologue. Wonderful, just wonderful!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ah, yes, pearl! perhaps they are, in fact, one and the same gentleman, and not in the US, you understand.....
;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, thanks, JBT! lovely to see you!

Trish said...

Awesome. Brilliant. I'm the reviewer i the audience that witnesses this on stage and is blown out of the water.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, my dear lady! and i - well, i can take no credit for this piece - none at all - that majic mojo pen works its majic on my own! but thanks so very much for those wonderful words that blow me away!