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...

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

mojo man...

it’s all true you know
those things you hear
about him
about what it is
that he does
what it is
he really does
you know what i mean
those “things” that he does
with that stuff he has
the stuff you can’t get nowhere else
you know the stuff
that stuff his stuff
it’s all true you know
those things i hear
when he comes near
when he whispers in my ear
when he pulls out that little
indigo instrument of his
when he stirs up his magic mojo
stirs up all those crystalline dreams
stirs ‘em all up into crimson streams
ties ‘em together with corrugated strings
all them beautiful things
you know what i mean
you hear ‘em too
don’t you
yeah, i know you do
you hear ‘em too
you know what i mean
when he pulls out his little stash
THE stash
yeah, THAT stash
all that sweet sugary stuff
that ain’t none never enough
that makes us beg for more
that trips us to that other shore
the one where life ain’t so bad no more
or the one where life’s shut all the doors
it all depends on his stuff of the day
the stuff of come what may
the stuff of findin’ the way
the way into the heart of things
into the guts'a things
into the deep dark black'a things
the divil'a things
the burnin' hell'a things
into the truth'a things
the beauty'a things
the real'a things
the real deal things
yeah, those things
those “things” that he does
your know the things
those things
that most of us
never even hear of
never know of
never deal
never feel
never fill
never will
never experience
even in the blackest night
let alone on a sunlit day
when life’s gone astray
has slapped us in the face
stingin’ our flesh like a squirt of mace
has robbed us deserted us
left us alone in the desert sands
without ev’n no layin’ on of hands
without no map no drink
sendin’ us straight over the brink
no shelter from the storms of life
leavin’ us in the midst of all that strife
when life has lost its everlovin’ mind
beatin’ us down and all our kind
but then just like the sunrisin’
on a misty morn’
like a breath'a fresh air
with all kinds’a love to spare
here he comes
yeah, here he comes
carryin’ his little magic wand
his magic mojo wand of indigo ink
danglin’ it in front of us
wavin’ it 'round
makin’ those marks of his
marks can’t no one else even compare
marks no one else would even dare
marks that take us round and round
makin’ us think we’re heaven bound
and just like pavlov’s dogs
there we go pantin’ and pawin’
salivatin’ motivatin’
whimperin’ whinin’
lappin’ up his stuff
all his stuff
lappin’ it all up off those virtual paper plates
sniffin’ snortin’ inhalin’ exhalin’
all of it 
all his stuff
yeah, you know what I mean
that stuff
the stuff that ain’t never enough
the stuff of all them magnificent mystical tales
you know what i mean
his STUFF
that indigo ink stuff
yeah, that stuff
every single drop every last drop
till there ain’t nothin’ no more
till all those words'a his
just slam shut the door
SLAM it shut
right straight shut
yeah, shut!
shut!
shut till the next time
you know what I mean
the time
yeah, that time
THE time
the NEXT time
when he next comes ‘round
makin’ us think we’re all heaven bound
givin’ us a fix on what is what can be
what should be
a fix on love an’ light
an’ all things right
slap through the day into the night
takin’ you to all them pearly heights
when he does his thing
you know the thing
that thing he does
with his stuff
that stuff that more ain’t never enough
that thing that he does
when he pulls out his magic pen
and it all begins
again!

again
with him...
and his magic mojo pen

for all’a us
yeah, you know who i mean
you know the ones - US
us - his junkies...
his WORD junkies 


[to jimmy in glasgow]


Saturday, May 28, 2011

the call of the open road...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
the next few weeks will find the caravan on the move -
headed to fun in the sun on the sandy shores -
so i'll be in and out of cyberland but would love to have you
scratch little notes in the sand, there by the fire, while i'm gone - 
you know how i love hearing from you -
see you soon - 

Thursday, May 26, 2011

the fallen forest...

ever so often
ever so softly
my thoughts
wander to you
the sight of you
the only sight
of you i have
that imitation sight
imitation flesh
carved from the
living cells of a
fallen forest

a fallen forest
where if you
are not there
and i am not there
and only the dreams
of our hearts
make themselves
known there

there
where if my
heart breaks
cracks crashes
like a fallen tree
under the cutting
edge of a
dark night’s axe
will the crackling
sounds
of my broken
heart be heard

when it rips
apart because
you are not
there















in the fallen forest
 ~


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

voices from 1975...


if i held you to my breast
and nursed you with the love
that men have ravished there before

if i held you closer to me still
and kept you from the frigid cold
that men have locked me in before


 



if i held you even gentler
and kept you safe within my heart 



if i held you ever sweetly
and shared with you my thoughts
that men have plundered many times before

could it be that you
would only follow suit

and

i
would be
no more

~


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

handyman...

went to bed last night 
wasn’t nothin’ right
no bing in my life ain’t got no zing
so many things needin’ fixin’
but what’s a girl ta do
some things just take two
course, i do what i can
but i need me a handyman

 
 
went to bed last night and just couldn’t sleep
wound up thinkin’ ‘bout countin’ some sheep
tossed and turned and tossed some more
had a little fever that couldn’t be ignored
curled up like a baby and sucked my thumb
but sleep wouldn’t come
course i do what i can
but i need me a handyman
 



went to bed last night and by mornin’s light
fever’s so high thought i’d ignite
feeling all tired and blue
sweet tastin’ elixir long overdue
but there i was home all alone
all dressed up in just my cologne
course i do what i can
but i need me a handyman

 

went to bed last night stayin’ in bed till noon
kept thinkin’ bout that big ‘ole moon
lay there in my bed with my head in my hand
gettin’ real tired of a life all bland
so i got up and found those yellow pages
ain’t gonna be livin’ them dark ages
course i do what i can
but i’m gonna git me a handyman


~

Sunday, May 22, 2011

lost...



















feel
so
lost
can’t see
outside

of
me
through

the
dark
hole

in my heart
feel

so
lost
can’t see
inside
of
me
try
as
i
might
can’t find
the
light
feel
so


lost
.
.
.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

gypsywoman gypsywoman...

gypsywoman gypsywoman
i see you here
i see you there
i see you everywhere
but who are you gypsywoman
with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts
but do i dare 
would you could you be
 the gentle breeze here today 
and gone tomorrow 
softly fluttering 
sooth my aching heart
ease my hidden sorrow
 * * * * * 
a gentle breeze i am not 
i am the storm of storms a gale force wind
the tempest fierce
the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away
the debris of yesterday 
this life transcend
so do you want to know 
to really know the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me 
on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone
is safe and sound 
from the likes of 
me
this wild banshee
~

he dares...











to ripple my lake -

yes
he
does!

.
.
.




Thursday, May 19, 2011

deep down dirty burnin' mind-dancin'...

so
do you
do you dare
to dance with me
 

do you dare
to dance with me
to really dance with me
you know the kind
the dance
the dirty dance
the deep and dirty dance
the one
deep down inside the me of me
where you can see
all there is of me
and
dance with me there
there
in the deep and dirty
way down inside of me
there where
when we dance
and you hold me close
all that deep and dirty
works its way up from
the deep and dirty shadows
of my past
and
grips you just like
the arms of me
because
it
is
a part of me
that deep and dirty

so
do you
do you dare
to dance with me

do you dare
to dance with me
to really dance
with me
you know the kind
the dance
the fire dance
the dance of fire
deep down inside the me of me
where you can feel
all there is to feel of me
and
dance with me there
there
in the burning fire of me
the fire deep down inside of me
there
where when we dance
and
you hold me close
that raging fire flames its way up from
deep down inside of me
from the fire that burns to eternity
and
grabs you like the legs of me
singeing you burning you
causing you to burst into flames
just like the burning pit in me
deep down inside of me
because
it
is
a part
of me
that burning fire

so
do you
do you dare
to dance with me

 
do you dare
to dance with me

to really dance with me
you know the kind
the dance
the mind dance
the dance of the minds
the dance of words
the one
deep down inside the me of me
where you can read
all there is of me
and
dance with me there
there
in my mind
the mind deep down inside of me
where words take a life of their own
there
where words
do the deep and dirty dance
the dance of fire of desire
there
there where
when we dance
and
you hold me close
all those words
those verb words
work their way
down from
the mind of me
and grab you like
the magic in me
because
they
are
a part
of me
those words

so
do you


do you dare


to dance with me
the me of me

the all of me
in the deep down and dirty
in the burning pit of fire
in the magic of my mind

of my soul

deep down inside of me

do you


~

the touch...


i touched the moon last night
it felt like
you


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

imprints...





last night
i lay
in the imprint
of your dreams
upon my bed
this morning
i woke
to the imprint
of your heart
upon my own

~


- these words are the result of a dream i had night before last - a dream in which i felt the imprint of another's body beside me - when i woke, there on my bed, scribbled in my hand were  these words -

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

we ain't talkin' cotton.........



fields of white fluff flecked in twigs of brown
holding up skies of whispering strings of dreams
hanging on the old plantation tree
bayous brimming with nightmares
of babies born to die in chains
ghosts of dark annie’s red-haired girl child
now running free in the big house
the big house of her sperm daddy
balls of white turned scarlet red
with the blood-fingers of those starving chained souls
waters turned stagnant from closed minds and hearts of stone
epithets of brown skinned souls etched
into the tree trunk by the noose round their neck
spirits swing there in the silence of their crimes
murder by any other name
murder still
nothin’ civil ‘bout a civil war
rivers run red
from crimes of the bed
all those hopes now laying dead
with babies born but never fed
 


 rivers run red
bodies of white fluff
held up by brown arms already dead
ain’t none of it never ‘nough
murder by any other name
murder still while
rivers run red

and we ain’t talkin’ cotton


- this piece was scribbled in my notebook as i drove through the cotton fields of arkansas last year - there is no editing from the original words - no particular format of "poetry" here - just a rambling stream of consciousness arising from the spirits speaking from those timeless fields of slavery - and this image - this image is literally what my mind "saw" in those empty fields of cotton-




Monday, May 16, 2011

the lizard dance...



am i real
is that the deal
am i just in my own mind
or did you in yours me find
if i am here
and not there
do i exist
if i am there
and not here
have i been missed
if i am there
and i am here
have i been kissed
if i exist
i’ll hold your heart in my fist
so my love you will not miss
if i exist

heady words to feed upon your heart
but this is just the start
of the
lizard
dance


~

Sunday, May 15, 2011

a west texas dust storm kinda love...


i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love
                    plowing
                    pounding
i want the kind that 
rams into me like
a gale force wind
comin’ in 
striking me with
all its fury
knocking me out
of my arid reality
penetrating through
the outer layers
past the buffers
in between                  
                   plunging
                    puncturing
i want the kind that
shows no clemency
movin’ me
in ways inexplicable
entangling my hair
stinging my eyes
stirring my heart
ripping my soul apart
ramming deeper and deeper
grinding down and round
oozing into that deep dark
core of no return 
penetrating
permeating


i want the kind that
drives the gusts
of love unbridled
transporting me from
the lifeless illusion
and hard dry surface of
my existence
suspending me in time
eroding all of what was
depositing what is into
the lush oasis of love
unknown before
                    piercing the heart
                    piercing the flesh
                    merciless

yeah, i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love
                    electrifying
                    death-defying


Friday, May 13, 2011

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

silent night...

the
maidens ate the poisoned fruit 
given them by tongues made mute
and know not then their act imputes
the hiding of the sacred flute

the waters rampant they do run
through the night and to the sun
and in their rage the deed is done
the evil web now is spun

and if the earth should quake and shake
the gods reject and do forsake
and if of knowledge they partake
the virgins left they burn at stake

now the raging rivers sweep away
all the signs of those who stay
there is no hope for them who pray
the gods are gone from these last days

the tiger roars its ancient cries
as prophets shout from burning skies
and angels float to their demise


now silent those who are to die

now silent
all
.
.
.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

ticktock.....


i feel you
you know
when you come
here
even when no words
are left
i can feel you here
my body ticks
to your tocks
ticktockticktockticktock
you enter my mind
and your breath
brushes against my heart
wraps round my dreams
my breathing
breeds a life of its own
even when no words
are written
no ink spilled
even when
you are not here
but there
i feel you
here
in your thoughts
of being here
i feel you here
when you come
here
in your dreams
time measured
in gasps
of the in between
your next time
and i feel you
come
here

again


ticktockticktockticktock

 

Monday, May 9, 2011

and then - a flower blooms.....


4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight
but then - then -
 
 a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope
lunar wings descendin the night
cradlin’ us soft 
in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days
wrappin’ us all in golden rays
a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much
it doesn’t take long
 and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt

Saturday, May 7, 2011

come thee to me...

 come thee to me
from the frigid forest holding you hostage
from the frozen tundra of lifeless images
from the cold dark chambers of your heart
the empty streets of your life
from the dark wasteland of lust long forgot
in the empty caverns of your loins

come thee to me
in the whispers of your thoughts
in the shadows of your soul
your fingers’ long lost touch
in the tasteless surface of your tongue
the aching rivers of your yearning
in the scorching heat now burning

come thee to me
take shelter from the storm
warmth from the cold
come thee to me
in thirst and in hunger
sip thy fill from the holy grail
eat from my sweet sweet fruit