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...

Monday, July 16, 2012


she stepped


of herself


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

she walked



Sunday, July 8, 2012

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



Friday, July 6, 2012

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