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 -

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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 -

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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]

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to dance with life
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

the sins of sinnin' - the bishop and the queen...

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they don’t know
no, don’t nobody know
don’t nobody know where she live
an' what they wouldn’t give
to know where she live
but all they know is what they see
what they wanna see
what i let ‘em see
and that ain’t much
what i let ‘em see
cause they don’t know
that place she live
she live with me there
she live with me here
in that place
that secret place
deep down inside
that place that don’t wear no purty face
not all the time it don’t
no, it don’t
cause it’s filled with all that sin
sin so full’a sin ain’t no tellin’ where it’s been
sin so old it don’t know where to begin
no, they don’t know what sin is till they been where i been
and they don’t know that they’s all kinds’a sin
yeah, there’s all kinds’a sin
they’s that sin that’s done with a thing called evil intent
you know tha’ kind
now, don’t say that you don’t
cause you do
you do too know that kinda sin
the kind where satan does his dirty dance
has you all in a trance
and the gods ain’t gonna give you a second chance
not another dance
that kinda sin
now i ain’t sayin’ that all ya’ll done it
sinned with evil intent
i’m just saying you KNOW it
but wait now
you there, mister, yeah, you
you!
you screamin’ and hollerin’
that you ain’t nev’a done nothin’ like that
that you ain’t no jeffrey dohmer, you say
nothin’ like him! 
you ain’t no hitler
why, you’re a god-fearin’ man, are you
but ain’t you that bishop in that hell-fire and brimstone church
where all them good christians go
to see what ever’body else is wearin’ on a sundey
where you go and pay somebody good money
to tell you about what a no-good sorry heathen you are
and tell you you’re gonna burn in hell, you sorry filth!
well, see, now, i can save you a lot’ta all that money
cause i know what kinda sorry filth you are
you’re that same fine-church bishop
that left your little do-good christian wife
and your perfect little born-ag’in kids
in your perfect little christian home
an’ knocked on my door one fine day
you ‘member that day, christian bishop?
you ‘member that day you done knocked on my door
with your little basket of all them goodies
all them sticky sweet little goodies for my babies
you ‘member them, don’cha?  you should
you was wearin’ some of them sticky sweet little goodies
when you left my house
and you ‘member what you said to me
‘bout that basket of goodies for my little babies
how all i had’ta do was give you some’a my own “sweet stuff”
and my babies could have all them goodies
yeah, some’a my sweet stuff swapped for food for my babies
you ‘member now, bishop
i bet’cha do
now you do
but i bet you nev’‘a even thought of it at all since then
did’chu
no, i know you didn’t
an’ i bet you didn’t never even worry ‘bout bein’ found out
did’ja, bishop
cause who was gonna believe me anyway
after all you were that do-gooder god-fearin’ bishop
in that big ‘ole cathedral the size of mt rainer
an’ me
well, now, i weren’t nobody at all
not to you
or none’a them other do-gooders
an’ none’a this matters now does it
not to you
but, see,  you’re one’a them
yes, you are
one’a them sinners
them with all that evil intent
one’a the worst of ‘em
sinners with evil intent
an’ you can’t go denyin’ what you done that day
cause jest lik’a bad dream, here i am, right in yo’r face
but what!  what!  you didn’t hurt nobody!
you didn’t kill nobody!
well, now, see, that’s just wha’chu think!
cause, just like sinnin’ they’s all kinds’a dyin’
and all kinds’a hurt, mister bishop!
they didn’t teach you that in your fancy church school
an’ that day, you done both of’em
hurtin’ and killin’
yeah, you heard me
you done’em both that day
you
you and your dastardly deed
yeah, you done’em both
when you slithered up behind me that day
you done’em both when you defiled my body
you done’em both when you pulled your venomous weapon
all tucked away under that church cloak of self-rightousness
yeah, you done’em both, bishop
you done’em both
you attempted the murder of my soul
of my spirit of my me
an' you killed a part of me
yeah, you did
you killed
a part'a my heart
that part'a my heart
that had believed in good
in bein’ good to others
you hurt me in ways i ain’t nev’a been hurt before
and i ain’t been hurt since
you dishonored the souls of my precious babies
when you committed your wanton act upon their momma
and you attempted the massacre of my babies
my innocent babies my hungry babies
when you attached the nourishment of their physical bodies
to this heinous act against they momma
but yo’r worst deed, bishop
tha’ very worst deed of yours
tha'chu committed that day
that fine day
was the committin’ of all that sin in the presence of my babies
wha’chu done to me was one thang
but wha’chu done to my little ones
now that’s somethin’ else
an’ for that
well, now for that, bishop, the’y ain’t enough fire in all’a hell to punish you
no, sir - the’y jus’ ain’t enough fire in hell
now, don’t git me wrong!  no, sir!
i’m not sayin’ that i’m any different than you
any better - no, sir - i’m not
cause in one split second of your dirty act
in one split second
i myself was right there with you
right there on the brink'a that dark abyss
starrin’ that evil monster right square in the eye
you see, in that moment of time stood still
so did my heart
my kind and gentle heart
an’ that other heart’a mine took over
it began to beat to such ancient drums
as to scare even me
it beat so loud i scarce could hear you scream
an' holler and curse when i bit into your scrawny flesh
like a starvin’ lioness gnashin’ her teeth into its prey
blood turnin' your lily white skin crimson
as the sinful act you were committin'
yeah, i was right there alright
right there on the abyss of sin
that kind’a sin i been talkin’ ‘bout, bishop
sin with evil intent
cause in that split second on the abyss
part'a me wanted
even prayed for
your life to end
i mean, to END
for your own heart to stop it’s race against time
for all time
yeah, i wanted to defile yo'r flesh alright
with a speedin' silver vessel of my own rightousness
i wanted the walls'a your gold and marble cathedral to collapse ‘round you
the walls of hell fire and brimstone to fall down upon you
to rise up under you
extinguishin’ for all time the venom of your satan’s serpent
an' yo'r dark evil heart
so, there you have it, bishop
my own little story of that ‘ole thang called sin
you know tha’ kind now, don'cha?

 tha’ kind committed with all'a that evil intent

now, tha’y ain’t no need for you to be sittin’ round here listenin’
to me rave an’ rant no more
you go on an’ git up outta here
cause you know that other one that live here with me
here in tha’ heart of me
deep down inside the me’a me
well, now, see, she ain’t so nice as me
an’ she might jest step right up’n’out
an’ blow yo’r sweet ass ta' kingdom come
cause she ain’t nice as me
an’ she ain’t gonna take yo’r shit no more

no, she ain’t, bishop
no, she ain’t

‘sides, she’s tha’ queen
an’ you
well, you j’st the bishop





7 comments:

Trish said...

This is one of my all time favorites. And these images are truly surreal, dreamlike, and support all the emotion in this piece.

Linda said...

well, after NOT being allowed to leave my comment, it let me....rolls eyes....

i adore this one, jenean, it is brilliant, one of your best and the way you literally *quite* clinch it *him* in the end surpasses brilliance...i loved that part the very best and his dastardly deed, loved that too somehow it fit and i could hear it said.

lovely, lovely lady. xxx

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey trish - well, yeah, dreamlike and a bit dark - but then life is sometimes dark, isn't it - you know, this is the piece of the 3 black crows and the breeze that wasn't a breeze - so the lesson here? ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear lovelylinda - your kind words never fail to move me and i thank you for them here - this is a piece i'd done sitting in a parking lot a few weeks ago as i munched on something in the sun - it started out as an entirely different thing - i mean, this story was nowhere near the surface of my mind - but 4 pages later, there you have it - i was speechless when i read it - speechless - anyway - the last part came as i sat at the computer and again i had no clue that ending was going to take place - it just did - but it does fit, doesn't it - and i actually think it's my favorite part of the piece, too - thanks again, lady!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ps - trish - and you know, there ARE no other images other than nolde's for this piece - none - thanks so much for your comment which does humble me!

Jimmy said...

Sinners, Bishops and Queens, eh?

There was a time when sin was so great a pleasure to me that my eyes would melt on the way home in the early dawn. As for Bishops, well, I've always thought myself too intelligent to believe in things I cannae see. As for the Queen... let's just say that the next person who asks me how proud I am to be English (spit) I'm gonnae personally crown!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear sir, my heart thanks you for your own words here - and i am more than a little proud to have a friend such as you - thank you -