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...

Saturday, August 24, 2013

lost at sea...

thunder on the mountain
fire down below
storm clouds
in my

days turn to nights and
nights turn to hell
nothing been
the same

in the oceans of
your eyes
the depth
of which

sucked down deep in
the currents strong
lookin’ at you
was what

and the band plays on...

elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

as your fingers part
my red red seas
lifting up the me of me
love flows up
and love flows down
washin’ away
those sacred sounds

throughout this holy
of holy nights
my crimson plight
too late to shut
the gilded gate
my fatal fate
as the band plays on

and elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

tearing lost dreams apart
as wind songs track
the cries of my heart

and red eyes shred reality
on the hard dried plains
of wilted hopes
and stark finality

as elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

and the lion roars
and herons take flight
taking with them
your precious light

and i become
a liquid dream
in aphrodite’s ancient scheme
leaving me alone
with just my screams

elephant tusks rip
through the dark blue night

and the band plays on