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 22, 2013

o holy holy...

unholy days of mine

when i found you
my spirit hungered
chewed to the core of
my soul’s bones
my thirst rampant
raged through
rusted tunnels
of wasted yesterdays
my life dark
under blackened sun
obliterated moon
sawdust stars

unholy days of time

when i found you
my eyes blinded
belied reality
my lips parched
by love’s skeleton
held no succor
my ears deaf
silenced by sin
my voice mute
lost in searing screams

unholy days of then

when i found you
hands no longer held
arms no longer reached
feet no longer climbed
self no longer sang
when i found you

unholy days
unholy time
unholy then

when i found you
i was found

o holy love
o holy




Trish said...

Gorgeous! Honestly, you outdo yourself every time. I love this one, Gypsy!

Marion said...

holy, indeed. i can feel your heart beating (thump, thump, thump, thump) with every single word. a revelation, truly. xo

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Beautiful rhythm!

Trish said...

I read this last night, I think it was, and was blown away. This is just beautiful, gypsy!


this was a piece that like a great many others just simply was done in a few seconds - literally - and i'm always taken aback when others respond to something i've written - anyway, many many thanks as always for your kind words, trish...


well, hello there marion! how wonderful to see you again! thank you so much for coming by and for leaving such a nice comment! it's so appreciated! am looking forward to being back home in louisiana before the summer is over! i miss it so! again, many thanks, dear friend!


alex - i can't tell you how grateful i always am for your visits and comments and words of support! thank you so much! and you know how i love visiting your blog of so many new and exciting things every day!