for
the kindnesses and generosities
shown by you
i give thanks
for
your wisdom and teachings
i give thanks
for
the sacrifices and losses
suffered by you
i beg forgiveness
.
.
THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD
- GYPSYWOMAN
- 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
come dance with me...
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
rough pages...
weathered words
speak dark the ages
soft hands dredge
o’er love’s rough pages
barbed wire bound
between torn covers
guarding secrets
of her lover's
as seams of their
dark ancient dreams
rip wide to loose
the tattered schemes
and hearts bleed out
in rushing streams
captive now in rusted cages
lost souls scream in silent rages
wasted lives speak dark the ages
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Wednesday, November 16, 2011
rusty nails...
like rusty nails
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests
wanderin’ the wastelands
of times erased by desert sands
ain’t nothin’ never for free
hope now a tarnished memory
walkin’ those lonesome streets
of my heart’s ghost town
lost love now satan bound
empty but for the
tumblin’ tumbleweeds
the devil’s seeds
silent but for the ragin’ screams
of my dyin’ dreams
like rusty nails
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Thursday, November 10, 2011
the jagged terrain...
he comes from a place far away
a place where night is day
and day brings no light
like a devil's dark blight
where love’s gone astray
and can't find its way
a place where barren is the land
like pearls of a broken strand
and cross the mountains deep
windswept tears sweep
the jagged terrain
like a ragin’ train
yes, he comes
from a place
far away
a place where night is day
and day brings no light
like a devil's dark blight
where love’s gone astray
and can't find its way
a place where barren is the land
like pearls of a broken strand
and cross the mountains deep
windswept tears sweep
the jagged terrain
like a ragin’ train
yes, he comes
from a place
far away
he comes
from
my
heart
he
comes
to
me
he
comes
for
me
from
my
heart
he
comes
to
me
he
comes
for
me
.
.
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Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
and all is done...
autumn comes
and all is done
lifeless leaves loose their grip
falling now for that final trip
swept to the shore by whispers of dreams
float away in swirls blue and green
soft subtle shadows rush to the night
calling your name in love's lost light
and so many memories of you
what am i to do
and all is done
lifeless leaves loose their grip
falling now for that final trip
swept to the shore by whispers of dreams
float away in swirls blue and green
soft subtle shadows rush to the night
calling your name in love's lost light
and so many memories of you
what am i to do
autumn comes
and all is done
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