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...

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

but i ain't nev'a been loved...



i been a lotta thangs in my life somebody’s child somebody’s wife
taught sundey school an’ carried a knife
lived in good and lived in strife

but one thang i ain’t nev'a been is loved
 
had sweet nothin’s whispered in my ear
even had
somebody call me dear
stayed with him for more’n a year
and once or twice
i shed a tear
but i ain’t nev'a been loved
oh yeah, i been hugged on
and
kissed on an’ i been loved on
but i ain’t nev'a been loved

not through and through
not till now

till you


6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh! You're back in the swing of things now. Your muse is whispering. Love this one.
- Trish

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thanks, lady! glad you like! so many words waiting.....just want to keep pouring them out but life gets in the way far too often, darn it!!! ;)

mapstew said...

Beautiful. I can hear Lady day singing this! :¬)

xxx

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hello there map! thanks so much - i am more than honored to have lady day even thought of in connection with my simple little verses - she could sing the phone book and break my heart!

hope things in your world are bright and sunny, friend from home! ;)

Jimmy said...

Och away hen, of course you have!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, what kind words, dear jimmy, but on those dark shadow nights it does not seem so...