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...

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

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
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

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
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