to live the red in 2011...this and more i wish you...

live it
live

the touch of red
live the touch
live the red
touch the red
touch life
let the red touch

you
let it touch you
teach you
tamper you
let it teach you
red hot passion
burning churning
like a pit of fire
let it touch you
in your heart
in your mind
in your loins
let it tamper
your complacency
your contentment
tamper them into
temptation
let it tempt you
tempt you to
touch more
to taste more
to touch again
to touch life
to touch the red
to let the red
touch
you
tempt you
to
love
to
live
to
live
the
red

[to you, nica]

she reaches...

she reaches 

down
down 

into

her darkness
to hold onto
to grasp
to reach
the unreachable
his love
lived

but
she reaches
nothing
nothing
that can be
it has all been
lost at sea
the sea of
what never could be

and 

still

she

r
e
a
c
h
e
s

to see...

if i see you
can i touch you
if i touch you
can i taste you
if i taste you
can i have you
if i see you

cause
i want you

all i wanna do...

the open road called my name
will nothin' ever be the same

as when i first saw you
my heart thrown all askew

the words hide deep down inside
waitin' wantin' to open wide

but all i wanna do
is reach out and touch you

just touch
you

all i wanna do

THINKING OF YOU...

DURING THIS TIME OF 

ENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS - 

YOUR PRESENCE AT MY LITTLE CAMPFIRES 

MAKES THE JOURNEY

SO MUCH BRIGHTER AND WARMER 

AND I AM HONORED

TO HAVE YOUR FRIENDSHIP!

WISHING YOU AND YOURS

PEACE AND LOVE

the composition of love...

 love is composed of

a single soul 

inhabiting two bodies

words...

all that is
within my heart
i say to you
each time
i look into
your eyes...

kissed...

by the darkness

of times gone by

i wait...

.

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]

to passion and phoenixes...

 - our passions are the true phoenixes -

when the old one is burnt out

a new one rises from its ashes

queen of the earth...

you cannot imagine what a queen of the earth

i was when i was twelve years old -

ah, how you would have loved me 

and

how i miss myself!!!

the duty...

 Live so that 

thou mayest desire

to live again 

- that is thy duty - 

for in any case thou wilt live again!

i...

cry

you

and

my 

heart 

bleeds

through...

if.....

if i look long enough
if i look hard enough
do you think it possible
that i might find
my long lost lovin’ mind

lost to the

ravages of your

mysterious kind

if i look deep enough
and deeper still
might i find love
upon the hard flat sill
that borders the lifescape
of your worn weary heart.....

if i climb down and down
into the looking glass now
might i be then a
part of your life
a life so lost in the
echos of time
no longer true
nothing makes sense
just a piece of this
cold hard brass
if i look long enough
if i look deep enough
if i climb down enough
where would i be
neverneverland
and no longer

me

the truth of the soul...

whatever satisfies

the
SOUL

is
TRUTH

tears of the lake...

cried by lovers whom love forsakes

life without love their sad sad fate

she now, like him...

he was but a ghost now -

a spirit - without color without life -

a revenant returning now and then

to that misty chamber in her heart

to remind her that she, too,

had once been alive -

had once been

more than a mere apparition

without color without life

without love -

but that, with his absence,

she, now, like him,

was but a ghost...

 

 

[a re-post from my "words unspoken" blog - enjoy!]

special request for addresses - real communication in 2011...

greetings, dear friends -  for those who have not already received this message from me via email today, just this morning, one of my dear blogging friends in ireland [thank you, map] posted a request for his BFs' home addresses so that he might send each of us a xmas card this year - it seems that in ireland, one does not send out xmas cards in the year in which a family member has passed on, as he had this past year - so, for this year, he wanted to send as many as possible - the whole thing of holiday cards took me right down memory lane to all the wonderful cards i received all my life, until the virtual world made such handwritten cards almost obsolete -

and so it is that i thought what a wonderful thing it would be for the NEW YEAR of 2011 - to send each of you a "real" card to your "real" home in the "real" world - hence, my request for your "real" address so that i might let you know i'm thinking of you with the new year!   

send to gypsywomanworld@gmail.com

keep hopin'...

keep hopin’ to find someone dear
keep findin’ myself way down here
way down here under all that fear
way down here with no one near

don’t really know what it’s gonna take
just hope it comes quick for my heart’s sake

keep hopin'

i have loved you...

 i seem to have loved you 

in numberless forms

numberless times

in life after life

in age after age 

forever

to peace and love ...

I am poor and naked but I am the chief of a nation. 

We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. 

Riches would do us no good. 

We could not take them with us to the other world. 

We do not want riches. 

We want peace and love.

~Red Cloud, Oglala Sioux~

life is...

 What is life? 

It is the flash of a firefly in the night -

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime -

It is the little shadow which runs across the grass

and loses itself in the sunset -

- blackfoot -

this week in homage to the true natives of this country...

- it seems only fitting that this week should be devoted to those

who are the true natives of this country -

- so each day will have an offering

of and about our native brothers and sisters -

peace and love

to live out loud...

if you ask me what I came into this life to do -

i will tell you -

i came to live out loud!

to tell the story of your life...

you have to begin 

to tell the story of your life 

as you now want it to be 

and discontinue the tales of 

how it has been or 

of how it is

words to live by -

i love my past -

i love my present -

i am not ashamed 

of what i have had, and 

i am not sad because 

i no longer have it -

speak up act out...

silence

is argument

carried out by other means...

[mid 1980's peace demonstration washington dc]

to esperanza...

and trish macgregor...

  

HOPE 

is the dream

of a 

soul awake

and then i dreamed and knew...

i’d been wondering
what it was
that i wanted to be
then i dreamed
and knew
i am
what it is
that i want to be

to go away...

I am going away with him 

to an unknown country 

where I shall have 

no past and no name, 

and where 

I shall be born again 

with a new face 

and an untried heart.

i will not die...

wondering...

comin' home...

wandering
roaming
wondering pondering plundering
lost and alone
faded and fallen
disowned unknown
yearning longing craving
not yet known
not yet found
gone but never had
absent barren nonexistent
wanting needing waiting
missing something
missing me
missing you
missing us
wanting needing waiting
seeking searching
the foggy roads
the crooked paths
the raging rivers
the mist the miles
by love’s grace
all led but one place
toward my fate
one look
and
i was found
one touch
and
i belonged
one kiss
and
i was home

the gypsy moon...

the moonlight tonight

sweeps cross the sky
with its golden glory
trickling its way through the windows
of my soul over the
debris of my loneliness
leaving me naked across
the bed of my thoughts of you
caressing my nakedness with
its nightlight as i lay exposed
for you to see to touch to feel
with your thoughts
in your dreams
from wherever you are tonight
from where that same moonheat
beams down upon your own naked heart
your body’s glory defined in its light
your lovelust yearning to be set free
to be with me in my own bed
of my thoughts of you
your energy now washing away
the debris of my loneliness
 

under the moonlight tonight

- re-posted from words unspoken - 

let ecstasy carry you...

 Ecstasy carries you

completely outside

your ego boundaries. 

In ecstasy

you know yourself 

as cosmic ego,

unbounded

in time and space.

she wore a painted veil...

she wore a painted veil

to hide behind life's lost pale

and breech the space between

what it is and what it seems

on wings of wire...

 the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way
from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave
and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge
they crawl the concrete ledge

what will be when time has dredged

and nothing left but their own hedge
they are not souls among the blessed

they are not ghosts but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled

listen to the words of the wanton child

who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the great lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear
they are

you

when will truth 

be revealed
or will they 

all

mankind

kill

this verse was posted a few days ago over at my travel journal - for those of you who've not been over that way, it is re-posted here - 
these words follow a recent dream in which i see two animals, a blue bear and a blue lion, appearing very totem-like, walking along a concrete ledge overlooking large waves of water - to the side, there is a 3-tiered apparatus floating down to earth on which stand in each corner of the top to levels, beings dressed in linen-white full-length hooded garments - these are the words that came to me immediately after the dream -