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...

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

we ain't talkin' cotton.........

fields of white fluff flecked in twigs of brown
holding up skies of whispering strings of dreams
hanging on the old plantation tree
bayous brimming with nightmares
of babies born to die in chains
ghosts of dark annie’s red-haired girl child
now running free in the big house
the big house of her sperm daddy
balls of white turned scarlet red
with the blood-fingers of those starving chained souls
waters turned stagnant from closed minds and hearts of stone
epithets of brown skinned souls etched
into the tree trunk by the noose round their neck
spirits swing there in the silence of their crimes
murder by any other name
murder still
nothin’ civil ‘bout a civil war
rivers run red
from crimes of the bed
all those hopes now laying dead
with babies born but never fed

 rivers run red
bodies of white fluff
held up by brown arms already dead
ain’t none of it never ‘nough
murder by any other name
murder still while
rivers run red

and we ain’t talkin’ cotton

- this piece was scribbled in my notebook as i drove through the cotton fields of arkansas last year - there is no editing from the original words - no particular format of "poetry" here - just a rambling stream of consciousness arising from the spirits speaking from those timeless fields of slavery - and this image - this image is literally what my mind "saw" in those empty fields of cotton-


Trish said...

Wow. This is powerful. I love that you see these sorts of things when you drive - that you connected with the past psychically like this.

Grace said...

I echo the previous commentor: WOW.

That's all I can say, "standing" in the face of such raw intensity of truth.



trish - yes, driving is when so many of these experiences happen as you and i have spoken of before - don't know exactly why in the car but i do know that i have a sense of openness and light and freedom that i feel no other place - a sense of receptivity and of being unencumbered that i feel nowhere else as much - not too long ago i was in heavy traffic and something came to me - words - that i just had [HAD] to write down - but i had not even a slip of paper - not a napkin - nothing - then i saw a bank so i went through the drive through and asked for a deposit slip so i would have something to write on! ;)


greetings grace - so neat to have you come by lady! and thank you for the kind words - the voices sending them were powerful - all those voices from the fields - it was incredible to experience! and you are right - the power of truth!