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...

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

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


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

i sat...

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

as words
my words
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