licorice dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me
when you are
not to be found
to be seen
i wonder of you
on those nights

in the darkness
of my own devices
when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you
no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day
no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights
without your cradling softness
i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me
when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn
i wonder of you
of where you are
if the other misses you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there
if she thinks of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not
if her thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do
if her heart sings
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does

if her dreams

drift in waves

of blue velvet

when you are near

as mine do
i wonder of you
my

gypsy

king

*[this was posted in my "travel journal" with a slightly different twist - but i like it so much i wanted to put it here as well-enjoy!]

the candy store...

been wantin’ me some candy    

somethin’ sugary and sweet

sure come in handy

been wantin’ me somethin’ sweet

just a little ole’ treat

so i head right down the street

down to the corner candy store

gonna pick and choose and pick agin

a little now and then some more

                   

think i’ll have me a big old’ licorice stick

to put between my ruby red lips

yeh, that might be my pick

maybe a gooey milky way

send me straight to the stars

leadin’ me all astray

or a chocolate covered cherry

just wanna little suga’ fix

sure don’t wanna marry

git to the door and what’d ya know

candy store ain’t what it usta be

pickin’s is slim and bizness is slow

so i turn me ‘round and head on back

the lesson to be learned i guess

fix me my own little sweet snack

to jimmy in glasgow...

blackest black night

penetrated by

sounds of steel spiraling

through the flesh

of old wounds never healed

under the cover of full metal jackets
years of differences fester still

shades of hatred begetting

bloody canvasses of life in glasgow

velocity and energy and density

no longer marking the weather

now marking the storm of

death on wing

travel path and target

spelling bloody ballistics

random projectiles

of hate in flight

razors of yesteryear

slicing through layers of dysphoria

knives brandished with deadly intent

by children wandering the streets

of chaos and turmoil

their spirits no longer theirs

buried already in the graveyard

of discontent

bloodstains color the hard cracked

surface of their hearts

men in black leather jackets

grim reapers of silent violence

women and children fearful

of creaking floors and opening doors

longing yearning for

the warm sunlight

of what should be

seeking solace and safety

behind locks and chains

husbands keeping watch

with metal filled pillows

giving way to sleepless nights

of signs and sounds

waiting for dawn

waiting for day

for another way

just one more day

praying for the other way

trying to make another way

the way of peace and love

the way of love and peace

with the warmth of

brother loving brother

melting the heartless

frigid winter of

despair and desperation

painting in vibrant

life-sustaining sunshine

the canvasses of

life in glasgow

where children frolick
on the playgrounds 

of a better life
and mothers sleep
through the night
with their babes
cradled in the soft
arms of peace
and husbands and fathers
awake from sweet dreams
of serenity and stillness

the only sounds those

of golden moonbeams

falling gently over

life in glasgow

saturday night...

time to 

shake and stir

swirl and twirl
in the gypsy camp -

so come on over - 

let's dance together

under the moon -
or just sit round
the campfire!

oh, and if you're not here, 

then WHAT are you 

doing tonight?

tell me....

tangerine dreams...

of you

come walk with me...

come dance with me

where the wild flowers grow
let's open our hearts to all we can see

the tourist...

 I will not be just a tourist 

in the world of images, 

just watching images 

passing by 

which I cannot live in, 

make love to, 

possess as 

permanent sources 

of joy and ecstasy.

the first and last dance...

you say you cannot dance 

but that’s impossible to believe
for in your sparkling eyes 

your rhythmic spirit i perceive

i do not wish thee to deceive 

so just one waltz of love 
then take your leave

tis not forever that I seek
but just a night of sweet romance
won’t you please this time enhance
and come to me let me receive
your noble gesture your one last stance
to find your way for love conceived

to be free...

There are many ways to be free. 

One of them is to 

transcend reality 

by imagination, 

as I try to do.

seeking stillness...

hmmmm...i've been at my computer now for quite a while and remain unable to find the thoughts or words for posting - for posting anything at all - my thoughts the past few days seem to be inundated with "movement and chaos" [as my travel journal post refers to yesterday] - and sadness -

and, needing desparately right now to find a state of "stillness" within, with which to counter the chaos,  i think i have to be away for just a day or two - so, i'm headed to that inner island you see above -

in the meantime, i know you'll save a place for me in your "happy place" -

later, friends -

jenean

the whole...

there are no extra pieces in the universe -

everyone is here because he or she

has a place to fill - and every piece

must fit itself into the big jigsaw

puzzle

what about you?

what i'm thinking about today -
love

beauty

spring

sunlight

warmth

and what about you?

of what are YOU thinking?

current book reading added...

for books i'm reading these days, just check out the sidebar
"the gypsy's reading" and "the gypsy just finished" - 

the STORMY present...

"The dogmas of the [quiet] past 

are inadequate to the stormy present. 

The occasion is piled high with difficulty 

and we must rise with the occasion. 

As our case is new, so we must 

think anew and act anew. 

We must disenthrall ourselves, 

and then we shall save our country."

the time is NOW...

to THINK anew...

to ACT anew...

to SAVE our COUNTRY...

our PLANET...

our SELVES...


for a great commentary on what prompted these words,
please see the shades of minority report post at the 
synchronicity blog of rob and trish macgregor here: 
http://ofscarabs.blogspot.com/

curving again...

curving back

                        into mySELF 

i CREATE

                                                            again

and

again

the goal...

all paths lead

to the same goal:

to convey to others

what we are

be WHOLE...

be really

WHOLE

and

all things

will come

to you

the radiance...

what is life

without the

radiance of

LOVE?

fulfillment...

LOVE needs the SPIRIT -

and the SPIRIT, 

LOVE,

for their

fulfillment

ADDENDUM to 12/28 post

again, not great photography, 
but a shot of the abstract hung in the owner's home