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 -

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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, October 28, 2013

the bleeding...



i have lost my voice
in lands long gone
tongue of red
skin of white
o beloved deer
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my hearing
in sounds of death
ears of stone
cast to the winds
o beloved bison
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my sight
in warriors slain
eyes of love
turned to fright

o beloved child
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my touch
in muskets drawn
hands of gore
take their toll
o beloved land
forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

i have lost my soul
in skin of white
bleeds red
through the black night
o beloved tribe

forgive me my sins
my skin bleeds white
my heart beats red

my
heart
bleeds

red

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8 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

The horrors of war coupled with betrayal...

Trish said...

Fascinating. As I was reading this piece, I felt like it was addressing past lives. Beautifully done.

Francesca Edesia said...

So emotional! You always know which words to use to express feelings.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, for sure, alex...
much appreciation for reading me! hope all is well in the ninja world! :)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

many thanks, trish - and i'm sure it is, too, a recounting of a past life - i've always always felt such an affinity for the native people - a pure deep down affinity -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you so very much, francesca! your kind comment means so much! hope all is well with you and your beautiful/talented daughter! :)

trish said...

Wow. Where does THIS come from?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

trish - another time another life i think...