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...

Saturday, July 9, 2011

the difference...

you have seen my naked heart
clad only in the sins of my past
remnants of the devil's lambaste
and you turned away not

you have tasted the dark green bile
spit from the belly of my severed soul
splotches of satan's soiree
and it reviled you not

you have borne witness to the atrocities
acted against the innocents by my dark twin
leaving the pieces to be buried again
and it frightened you not

you have felt the screams of my victims
wrenched from the hollow of my own heart
slivers of silent offenses
and you shrank back not






















and he
he would forgive me
and love me still

but he would know me not

but you
you would see no need to forgive
and would love me still

 
 


you would love me then
in all my sins 
you would know me now 
even then
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3 comments:

MaGold - The Expressionist said...

You are a great lover

GYPSYWOMAN said...

greetings, dear rainer - how wonderful to have you drop by and leave such kind words - i hope all is well with you there in your land of magnificent women!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, i meant to add, rainer, how much i love tampieri's work and this particular piece strikes such a chord with me - i am totally smitten with it - could write a book around just this painting! anyway, just a little afterthought - have a great day -