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...

Saturday, August 20, 2011

brownskin woman...

brownskin woman, you my kin?
dancin’ round in mortal sin

swirlin’ to the strings of a mando’lin
rustlin’ skirts blowin’ in tha wind
hair put up with them fancy pins
arms flyin’ high from tha spirit within
men settin’ round swiggin’ on gin
bettin’ on who’s gonna win
don’t care when the night’s gonna end
all gonna stay at the caravan inn
so ya’ll come on- let the fun begin

brownskin woman, you my kin?



Asta said...

It´s only me passing by...warm feelings, it´s so great to be here. I love your blog!

Ed Pilolla said...

i myself am always rewarded when i stop by:)

Trish said...

Wonderful!! It's always such a delight to drop by here. This piece is really lovely and should be set to music!

Zuzana said...

Mmmm, so evocative and sultry.;)) Made my Monday dear J.;))


asta-how wonderful to have you pass warmly by! thank you for your kind words! have a great day!


oh, ed, thank you so very much! that's what blogging is all about isn't it? and i've been a bit down of late so your words are especially meaningful and i thank you, sir!


thanks dear trish - and you're right about the music thing so now, the easy part - finding the musicians! ;)


oh, thanks so much, zuzana! my favorite of favorite words - evocative and sultry!!

Deb Kirkeeide said...

Mortal sin? nah, I don't think so.
I can easily imagine her whirlin' around the campfire, enchanting everyone who watches.


yeah, that ole mortal sin thing from the southern baptist in southern usa - but i don't think so either - and there she goes, whirlin' still! ;)