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, June 30, 2013

purple passion...



nights
edged
in lilac seams
where
loveless
love
lies
passim
o holy grail


 
dreams
float
quiet
into
waters
purple passion
ship
wrecked
souls
take
flight
spirits
scream
to
be
redeemed
o holy grail
spewing
forth
words
unheard
the
dark
abyss
opens wide
welcoming all
on the high
high tide
o holy grail
of
nights
edged
in lilac seams
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6 comments:

GYPSYWOMAN said...

photographic image...jcg...2013

June 30, 2013 at 1:35 PM
GYPSYWOMAN said...

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June 30, 2013 at 1:35 PM
Trish said...

You're back! Love this one. Love all of them.

July 1, 2013 at 2:42 PM
GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks so much trish - i must say i love this one, too - there's something about thoughts of lilac and purple...

July 5, 2013 at 11:35 AM
Pat said...

A feast of words skilfully melded.

July 10, 2013 at 5:41 AM
GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, pat...your comments always mean so much - thank you!

July 10, 2013 at 9:25 AM

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