embedded...

you always loved that
i remembered yours words

 








but it was easy
they were imprinted
upon my heart

you always knew that
i remembered all those
words said only
with your eyes

those words unspoken

but it was easy
they were embedded
within my heart
.
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.

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wishing you and yours a magical holiday season...

the moon of what was...

on those cold dark nights
when the moon has taken cover
in the arms of what was

and you are
alone

there

with her

and i am
alone

 
here

with him

we are never closer
to each other
than those nights

under the cover of the moon
of what should have been

alone

together
again
.
.
.

new beginnings...

- this will begin a new chapter in gypsywomanworld -

it's a new day in a new way

and i hope you will follow along

 

- i've missed you -

slices of time...

 shards of time
slice through these 

memories of mine 

with all those

crystalline dreams

now swept downstream

leavin’ behind
pieces of me
broken and blue
missin’ you

.

.

.

desert rain...

 

his words swept over her
like a summer storm in the
late afternoon
washing away the weariness
of the day
cleansing her soul
purifying her heart
gushing downhill in
currents of wasted nights
and lives bleached like
 

winter snow
on the desert floor

refreshing now

renewing now

the roots of discontent

that lay just beneath

the chiseled surface

of her love

for him

barefoot...

she stepped

out

of herself

barefoot

following the trail
of broken memories
crumbling beneath

her feet
like so many

brittle leaves
in the fall

memories tainted
blood stained
buried in the
bitter cold
of yesterday

still
she walked

barefoot

into
spring

.

.

.

southern baptist salvation...

dress all up in yur sundey best
getting all ready for your salvation test
up to yur face in organdy and lace
coverin’ up sin at its deepest base
sit up straight on the hardwood bench
don’t even glance at that sinnin’ wench
sittin’ beside you in heaven’s hold
neva’ know when she’s gonna fold
preacher preachin’ love each other
but he’s just an ole sinnin’ muther
like the rest of his hell bound crew
waitin’ to git home to their special brew
pass the plate and buy your fate
a ticket to ezekiel’s heavenly gate
now don’cha feel all good inside
don’t hav’ta worry and hide
cause with yur dollars you repent
you can forget ‘bout where you spent
last saturday night behind closed doors

'sides there’s always plenty more
a’them sundey noon church chances
to buy some forgiveness for a few more dances
so git on up in yur sundey best
and git yurself ready for salvation’s test

ag'in

amen

.

.

.

the waters deep...

i drew you up from the ocean deep
lay you down upon my feet
then stripped you of your golden gills
and opened wide the heart that fills
with all the truth that does seep
from out my heart as it weeps

then came your tongue that spilled
the molten iron of my free will
how can my soul now you keep
i drew you from the waters deep

.

.

.

the maze

in that moment
of time stood still
when first we met
when your smile
embraced my heart
and your eyes
became my own
without words
without sound
without touch
i had been found
i was home

but in that moment
of time stood still
when i turned
and walked away
that cold dark day
when your 
broken heart
bled disbelief
and your eyes
screamed in pain
without you
without us
i was lost
and
remain

lost still

wandering the
highways and byways
of what was...

the maze of
lost souls

.

.

.

the garden...

like the frigid brushes
of winter’s demise upon
the barren trees so, too,
my longing for what was wanes

between my legs
the heat of summer rushes
in crimson torrents of love’s
faded memories

my fertile heart now ploughed
waiting the kiss of spring
and the blooming of love anew

with

you

.

.

.

ghost towns...

in days that long since lost their prime
layer on layer of deceitful grime
left their hearts tarnished by better times

all hung out to bleach in the desert winds 

ripped and torn unable to mend

rusty nails shred memories to the end

lives now just barren ghost towns

where light and love once abound

ain't nothin' left to be found

on this infertile wretched ground

can't even the gods revive

neither'a them wasted lives

.

.

.

i sat...

that day
you know the day
the day
the day that was

as words
my words
struggled
like so many
secretive sperm
spilling out
somehow escaping
the darkest of the dark
caverns of my heart
as they spewed themselves
up and out
into the stratosphere
of love’s sanctity

of us

as they

devoured the light
demolished your world
destroyed your trust

your love for me

i sat
as someone else
somewhere else
and listened
and watched

and
silently
screamed

.

.

.

CERULEAN BLUE CAPRICE...

 thoughts of you

upon my skin
take me back

where it all begins
treadin’ dark waters

in the night
can’t wash you

outta my sight
like cerulean

blue caprice
storm

tossed

memories
keep floatin’

to the top
when will it

ever stop
but as the river flows

round the bend
love like ours

don’t ever end

thoughts of you now

under my skin

leavin' my heart never to mend

.

.

.

SPIRIT SHIPS SAIL...

spirit ships sail
through the black veil

true true love’s done gone astray
seems to have lost its lonesome way

as dream shadows fall
from the dark side of the moon
ripples of time they can’t recall
sleepin’ stars in a blue lagoon

and lost souls mourn their blind eyes
can’t hear nothin’ for the hue and cry

slivers of hope cast to the skies
waitin’ on hearts to open wide

but the crow flies its straight path
headed now to the glory bath

ain’t gonna git in the way of love’s bloody wrath

don’t nobody know deep down inside
where true love’s gone to hide

and spirit ships sail
through the soft pale
.
.
.

the chamber...

once upon a time in that long ago
before the kiss of death and web of woe

you had it all and you had me
where are we now but in hell’s debris

could you not have walked away
and with my love only stayed

listened not to my own words
turned from that other life undisturbed

your time has come and gone alas
there is no more in the looking glass

whisper now what you intend
wasting away in the dark night winds  

of my heart’s empty chambers
do you think yourself more alive

with the morning light
or do you linger here just for spite

is there no beginning nor an end
and each to the other love appends

whisper now what you intend

.

.

.

[image credit to roger gauthier at http://artphotokebek.blogspot.com]

south by southwest...

how smooth you slip into my dreams
like a free-floatin’ licorice stream
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
makin’ me wish we was together still
your love seeking salvation in the crevices
etched in my flesh by all those lost faces
of time without life without light
a time like some kind’a biblical blight
time standin’ still in the barren sands
holdin’ me hostage in hell’s bad lands

 

 then come wet blessin’s from blue skies above
washin’ you in with all’a your love
next come the sweet rains pourin’ down
makin’ me wish i could lay down ‘n drown
in your free-floatin’ licorice stream
that slides so swift into my dreams
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
straight to the spot’a the kill 

washin’ away all'a my will
makin’ me wish we was together still

south by southwest
downhill

.

.

.

it ain't easy...

it ain’t easy
it ain’t never gonna be easy
this thing between me an’ you
some’ll say it’s just plain sleazy

some’ll say it’s one’a them nasty sins
but i don’t care if heaven we lose or win
hell’s already full’a them sins’a the skin

it ain’t never gonna be nothin’
this thing between me an’ you
nothin’ more’n you lovin’ me
an’ me lovin’ you
like we do

no, it ain’t easy
it ain't never gonna be easy
lovin’ me
this wild banshee 

.

.

.

the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant

now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves

.

.

.
[re-posted from words unspoken]

shadow world...

shadows deep and thick
closed round her

savoring
swallowing
her

heart

lost souls winding their way
to the land of the lost
shipwrecked fragments of time
their only compass
through the mire
her own soul long ago sold
for the gold of another life
blinded by the want of more
she could not look
and thus she did not see

shadows deep and thick
closed round her

savoring
swallowing
her

self

.

.

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