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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Sunday, July 10, 2011

then deep inside her belly...

she lay her down on the jungle floor
her self was hers to be no more
she reached inside to oceans shores
and opened wide the mystic doors
her mighty mate he did roar

then deep inside her belly

first came the shape
the shape of things to come
the shape of all or none
the shamen did not shun
her belly now the rising sun


then deep inside her belly



next came the scream
of all your ancient dreams

nothing now as it seems
 
pray your gods your soul redeem
 
the universe her birthing stream

 then deep inside her belly

came now the spirit from within
bursting through her bleeding skin
and issued forth in ravaged sin
the cosmos turn to spiral and spin
with no beginning and no end

deep inside her belly

deep
inside
her
belly

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

the choice...

On this narrow planet, 
we have only the choice 
between two unknown worlds. 
 One of them tempts us -
ah! what a dream, to live in that! - 
the other stifles us at the first breath!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

she's a gypsy girl...


she’s a gypsy girl
gonna take your heart
for a twirl and a spin
then she’ll crawl right
down under your skin
ride you outta your restless day
corral you down in her savage night
gonna love you good
with all her might
she’s a gypsy girl