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...

Sunday, January 22, 2012

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
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Sunday, January 8, 2012

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 
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Saturday, January 7, 2012

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
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[re-posted from words unspoken]

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

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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