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...

Sunday, September 11, 2011

is there...

is there no time for us
that we must love and part

is it a sin for us
to love with both our hearts

is there no way for us
to be in this life’s cusp


is there no place for us
before we turn to dust



Trish said...

Wow. This one is so astonishing and beautiful!


thanks so much trish -

Sausage Fingers said...

Beautiful piece....loved it.


oh, hello sausage! so glad to have you come by! and thank you so much for the kind words - glad you liked!

BlazngScarlet said...

So much of where I'm at in my relationship is in those words; it's like you have a crystal ball into my heart!

Trish said...

What a nice turn of phrase: gypsy's poetry as a crystal ball into people's hearts.


it's so humbling that you found some meaning in my words, blazng - i wish they were happier words - for you - and for me - thank you so much for your comment!


very humbling, trish! thank you!

Sixpence and A Blue Moon said...

It will never make sense to me why - LOVE - something so beautiful should be so painful? Living hurts. Beautiful, gyspywoman. xOx


the pain and hurt can arise when being together simply is not possible and being apart is less possible because of the heart's suffering -

~ sigh ~


Roger Gauthier said...

No time, no place, no space for us, gypsy woman
No way for us and you know it
Soul once again turning into cold stone
Life's a bitch



oh, my dear roger! there you are - so long lost - how happy you make me with your visit dismal as it may be in words - but you always brighten my day - and don't forget, sir, i am a gypsy - i believe in magic! ;)

i am deeply sorry for your sorrow of late - my heart is with you -

Roger Gauthier said...

But there is nothing dismal in this, gypsy woman! After all, I could not risk deceiving you in this contrapuntal reply of mine... So you never know if I bared my soul or not.

Except that now you maybe know a bit more about that...

The Sheik From The North!


you bared your soul long ago, sir - when you responded to my initial communication - i know all i need to know - and am happy for it -