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...

Monday, June 6, 2011

this crimson vessel...


heart’s so full
of dark gray clouds
got me in its pull
wanna scream out loud
                 
but sound don’t come
to a heart heavy as mine
thoughts turned numb
stayin' alive just to pine

seems the skies above

feel the same bleak way
weepin’ my loss of love
drippin’ sadness night and day

rains come down

deep into my soul
so ‘fraid i’m gonna drown
and it stings me so

trickles down thru my flesh

strippin’ ‘way all that’s left
leavin’ nothin’ but an empty mess
like a sneaky sinister theft

winds of despair

leavin’ my mind tossed about
can’t rebuild can’t repair
this crimson vessel full of doubt

5 comments:

karena said...

It seems a lot of sadness here... hoping your heart isn't really aching, and that you are just writing as an exercise. Sending you a big hug either way. xo

Just_because_today said...

well, we can share this moment. But I do hope like Karena said that you are writing and not experiencing this sadness today.
Great writing

67 Not Out - Mike Perry said...

Powerful, emotional words. I guess though, at times, we have to experience the lows to appreciate the highs.

Take care.

linda said...

brilliant,, in my experience, if i don't hurt-maybe not all the time but definitely not outside my experience, to say the least, i cannot produce my art...and so, i would say here, as i read these words of pain, i really felt them as well.. brava, dear lady. xoxo and an extra big hug just in case you need it. ;)

linda said...

i see this is a repost so you are fine, no? okxoxoxox