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...

Thursday, April 4, 2013


ridin’ those highways of time
through my everlovin’ mind
lookin’ for some little ole sign
that says he’s all mine

but wastelands unkind
are all that i find


ain’t no oasis on which i can hope
nor nothin’ else to help me cope
nothin’ but sun bleached bones
love’s last remnants ever’where strewn

heartbeats embedded in sun-drenched sand
siftin’ right through my beggin’ hands
day scorches all in this burnin’ land
and night sings the blues in black velvet bands

life without love now takin’ its toll
peace don’t come to a heart heavy soul
ridin’ those highways of time
where cheatin’ for love was always a crime

and wastelands unkind
are all that i find



A Plain Observer said...

there is love in one's life, it has different forms. One cannot chase a love that is gone, if it wanted to come back it would be here. We must find it in everything we do

Trish said...

Beautiful - and sad. Glad to see you back!

Pat said...

It's hard to work one's way through the Wasteland.


wonderful to have you drop by, as always, APO - yes, you are right - but then there are times when we ourselves push that love away in such a way as to prohibit its ever returning - and have no one to blame but ourself - perhaps the most unkind wasteland of all...


many thanks, trish - my muses seem to be still wandering those searing hot/dried wastelands - but at least they wander! ;)


so very true, pat - so very very true...and especially when that wasteland is of our own making...