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...
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Saturday, December 18, 2010

the blue angel...

she had tried
oh god 
how she had tried                                             
not to look to see                                           
not to think to feel                               
                to smell to taste                             
                to want to need
                to succumb
                to surrender sanity
                to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
                for where could it lead?
                but to no man’s land                                       
                no woman’s land                                       
                the land of denial                                       
the land of self-denial
land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle  of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
                and so it was that
                she took flight
                bolted broke loose escaped
                escaped with her soul intact
                her virtue whole
                her heart held ransom
                vowing never to return
and now -

now 
     she tried
                 oh god  
                               how she tried
to forget
to erase eradicate exterminate
but it was not to be
she was not set free
                                                                                            prey to the polarizing pull
                                                                                                        of cerulean circles 
                                                                                                         relentlessly pursued
hunted stalked and found
                                                                                                     by the blue angel of love
love amytal barbital veronal
love hypnotic

she had been ambushed
taken by brute force                               
ripped away ravaged by                                       
its raging currents                                        
taken to deep dark crevices 
she had never known
chasms long forgot
places where he awaited her
and now held captive
love’s captive
                                                                                                         captivated
                                                                                   a creature confined
                                                                                                              a prisoner held hostage
by the deep
endless
unfathomable
                                                                         sea green oceans
                                                                           of love and lust


[a re-post from "words unspoken" 12/13/2009]