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...

Friday, May 6, 2011

moonbeams over glasgow...

blackest black night
penetrated by
sounds of steel spiraling
through the flesh
of old wounds never healed
under the cover of full metal jackets
years of differences 

fester still
shades of hatred begetting
bloody canvasses of life in glasgow

velocity and energy and density
no longer marking the weather
now marking the storm of
death on wing

travel path and target
spelling bloody ballistics
random projectiles
of hate in flight

razors of yesteryear
slicing through layers of dysphoria

knives brandished with deadly intent
by children wandering the streets
of chaos and turmoil
their spirits no longer theirs
buried already in the graveyard
of discontent

bloodstains color the hard cracked
surface of their hearts

men in black leather jackets
grim reapers of silent violence

women and children fearful
of creaking floors and opening doors

longing yearning for
the warm sunlight
of what should be

seeking solace and safety
behind locks and chains

husbands keeping watch
with hard lumped metal filled pillows
giving way to sleepless nights
of signs and sounds

waiting for dawn
waiting for day
for another way
just one more day
praying for the other way
trying to make another way

the way of peace and love
the way of love and peace

with the warmth of
brother loving brother
melting the heartless
frigid winter of
despair and desperation
painting in vibrant
life-sustaining sunshine
the canvasses of
life in glasgow

where children frolic
on the playgrounds of
a better life

and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace for all

and fathers and husbands
awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness

the only sounds those
of golden moonbeams
falling gently over
life in glasgow


Ciccia said...

You really have a way with words, I admire you very much. This poem is very deep and beautifully written. You're very good at description also. A big hug to you gypsy woman!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

I like the dark feel to this one. War is hard to capture.


thank you so much, saucy lady! this piece was written about a year ago and every once in a while i pull it out and show it to the world again - i think it's important to remember that there are places on our planet where not all is well - in any event, again, thanks so much for your kind words, dear lady - and you have a great weekend! hugs back - gypsy


hi alex - yes, there is the dark side - of many things - darker still of war of chaos of any violence - and of such chaos as fills many cities, i cannot imagine but i do know of chaos otherwise - and hope that my words ring true - i thank you for your kind ones here, sir!

Isha Ethera Tirawa said...

Oh... eerie to me almost. I like this. Lovely words you have pieced together

- and thank you for your kind words <3

-Isha ethera

Trish said...

This may be one of the most vivid and beautiful pieces you've ever written - and illustrated.

joanny said...

This is what poet and poetry is about -- the voice for the multitude putting into words what the human condition is experiencing life is often filled with hardships and demanding our attention, no matter what era we live in, when it is all over and the next generation looks back they wonder how do we overcome those deep dark moments, and in the voice of the poet lies the answer, it was the striving for peace and love.

Beautiful and intense,



dear isha ethera - while this may sound odd to some, i know that it will not to you - but i am glad to hear your own words "eerie to me" - that means that perhaps my own did convey the "off sense" [uh, for lack of better words from me!] that i felt - actually, that the little voices in my heart were feeling when this was written - in any event, so great to have you come by and it's always a pleasure dropping by your place, lady! have a great day!


oh, trish, how many ways are there to say thank you? they all seem inadequate when it comes to you - but about this piece, you know it was originally written/posted january 24, 2010 - and it was posted once again about 10 months later - and then, now - each time with a different image and a different "feel" to me - but this time - this time there was, to me, magic when i put these images i'd been working on with the words - the images were the missing final pieces that i didn't realize were missing until i put them together - and then i knew - this one was "it" - anyway, i digress - but am so happy you like!


joanny, i am truly truly moved by your comment - poetry in and of itself - i think it's true - that in the fight/the struggle [for peace, in this case] we find the beauty - the sanctuary - salvation, even - whether it's a struggle for peace or for whatever cause - in fighting and struggling to make a difference comes the beauty - the truth -