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...

Friday, July 22, 2011

could it be...



 might it be that what others see
is but their version of what is me
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin

might it be that what others saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
blind to love


might
it
be

~
 

14 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

You are so right!

Trish said...

Bravo! You are back in full form. Love this one, Gypsy. Love them all, actually.

A Plain Observer said...

might be and it is. What others see is their own perception and at times far from what we are

OldLady Of The Hills said...

Your words are so true!! Really well said!

And do come visit anytime--no invitation needed....!

karen said...

No one can ever truly know what another is feeling...beneath their skin. So true Gypsy. I happen to have one of those types of faces...let's call it what it is....'Bitch Face'....and others around me presume that what they are seeing is a cranky sour person...and those that presume this would be wrong because under this face (a psychic once told me my face was a curse) there is a warm hearted loving sensitive person....gave up caring what others think long ago....hope these two lovers did as well. Beautiful poem, and I love how you printed it onto the post...very creative.
Hope you're enjoying some cooler temps...its been steamy here.

karen said...

Funny synchro for you...my face...and my last name. My married last name ends in grim! ha...and with my face I guess it was the universes joke on me. Now my daughter never liked her last name because of this (fortunately she's not cursed with my sour face...but when she got married her last name was changed and it now ends in ceri...which is pronounced cheery! Can you believe it...the trickster! Having a good laugh I suppose.
xxoo

Pat said...

It is a great place to be when we stop worrying what others think.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hello there, alex! and how neat to have you drop by today! far too often others do not see nor take the time to try to see deeper than skin deep so to speak - and far too often, as well, simply cannot - it is upon us to do with all that as we will - for better or worse -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey trish! thanks so much - i do love this piece too - far too many lost souls blind to love, real love, i think -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

you're right, just because, very right - many do not see cannot see that which is - which really is - blinded by their own lackluster loveless lives - and caring not to look into the heart - their own heart - wonderful to have you come by -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so happy to have you drop over, dear lady of the hills! yes, true, these words - and then, i wonder of how many of us wear our masks only too well, hiding behind our own truths making it impossible for others to see us - to really see us - i wonder - sigh -
:)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

that's probably true in most cases, karen - sadly perhaps - and then, there are all those measures we take to hide to prevent others from seeing us from feeling us from knowing us - that thing of charades - the wearing of masks - living behind those strongly defended fortresses we build at times - but to find to have that one who cares not about all the masks and who sees straight into our heart - whose own heart beats with our own - ah, now, that my dear, that is worth all those insensitive uncaring judgmental others who are blinded now to love - and listen, girl, don't even go there with the bitch sourface thing - i who have never even met you have never laid eyes upon you know you as one of the most beautiful people i know - and i know you've heard of that self-fulfilling prophesy thing, right? well........
but you're also right about the trickster stirring up his dirty work with all that! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, and karen, about these particular lovers - yes, they cared not the thoughts of others - except for those innocents who would suffer the most from their course of love had it continued - and so, then, i left, leaving my heart there -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

in almost all instances, so true, pat - especially in matters of the heart -