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, August 29, 2011

feel me cry...


do you feel me cry in the day
from this dark place i hide in sin
and ache to find my way back in
where love alone has its way
do you feel me cry in the night
from this deep place i hide in woe
where whispers wrap me head to toe
and angels spread their wings in flight

do you feel me cry

~



10 comments:

Trish said...

I love the way your font, colors, and the images you select fit your words so precisely. It's like visiting a holographic temple to all the permutations of love

Pat said...

Yes - Trish put it succinctly.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so very much trish - it's just that i am so controlled - controlled by my senses - that i must have all the visuals along with the written and when i can, the auditory - although here, i do not have the recording but over in words unspoken, i did record it there - you know, even with tactile senses - i cannot help but touch things around me - i need to absorb them and be absorbed - somehow - dear god, it sounds as if i've been absorbed by some hallucinogenic drug today! bottom line - thank you very much!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and dear pat! thank you very much! it was wonderful having you drop by here - leaving behind your enchanting gardens! ;)

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Like a lost sinner...

karena said...

I think Trish is spot on...each of your pieces feel like a work of art the way you put them on the page...the colors, and how you choose to situate the words. Nice...

Zuzana said...

Oh, so very deep and also sad...
xoxo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

lost, perhaps - but found, for sure, in her tears - thanks alex!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hey karen - thanks for liking my little OCDs over here! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, zuzana, it is, isn't it - so much unlike your life of love and light now which radiates out to us all so beautifully! you go, girl!