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...
Showing posts with label global chaos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label global chaos. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011

the holy trine...



they come

they come
their hearts upon the drum
they come from another place
another time
 
from the dark recesses
of our mind
 
and soar on wings unseen
the tribal elders to convene
 
they speak in
voices still 
unknown
to the lion upon the throne
and from their kingdom come
the will of them be done
by the gods’ design
of the holy trine
 
the human to extol
and have our souls made whole
so we must now our sins atone
and in the end we’ll be shown
the way to die without death
and breathe again another breath

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come
our
will
be
done

they
come

 

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

Saturday, July 2, 2011

who...

when chaos comes to stay
who will keep the lion at bay
.
.
.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

silent night...

the
maidens ate the poisoned fruit 
given them by tongues made mute
and know not then their act imputes
the hiding of the sacred flute

the waters rampant they do run
through the night and to the sun
and in their rage the deed is done
the evil web now is spun

and if the earth should quake and shake
the gods reject and do forsake
and if of knowledge they partake
the virgins left they burn at stake

now the raging rivers sweep away
all the signs of those who stay
there is no hope for them who pray
the gods are gone from these last days

the tiger roars its ancient cries
as prophets shout from burning skies
and angels float to their demise


now silent those who are to die

now silent
all
.
.
.

Monday, May 9, 2011

and then - a flower blooms.....


4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight
but then - then -
 
 a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope
lunar wings descendin the night
cradlin’ us soft 
in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days
wrappin’ us all in golden rays
a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much
it doesn’t take long
 and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt

Thursday, April 14, 2011

the devil's lair...

oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills

birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe
sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!

terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door -           
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?

way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
and the gods, they all wept

lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares

nothin's fair 
in the devil's lair
.
.
.
would you like to hear the words spoken?

Sunday, January 9, 2011

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
 

.
.
.

- do we not see - 
- do we not hear - 
the signs? -
- a re-post that just seemed fitting today in light of the tuscan incident of 1/8/11 -

Thursday, January 6, 2011

the call of the wild...

the call of the wanton wild            
echoes from the little child        
even the gods by her beguiled
                    
keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee        
for only she knows what will be        
this little child this child banshee

the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide

broken branches of peace once spoke    
now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with firey stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak

riddles ride the aeolian winds    
spreading ashes of those who sinned     
too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend
for unto them her wrath descends



ancient answers wing their way 
eleusinian mysteries be their stay
to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days

voices trickling from the past
homeric hyms spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last

this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile

this little child
 
a re-post that just seemed to fit today - enjoy!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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 -

Monday, August 2, 2010

the arms of beauty...

4 am can’t even sleep
don’t know nothin’ ‘bout countin’ sheep
nbc cbs cnn news makin’
earth shakin’ humanity quakin’
images of chaos words of death
lovin’s like scenes from macbeth
sun flarin’ thoughts blarin’
skies cryin’ babies dyin’
moon phasin’ souls crazin’
global warmin’ bees not swarmin’
axis shiftin’ ozone missin’
movement and chaos life in kiosks
ice caps meltin’ where’s the smelting
mud slidin’ critters hidin’
runnin’ rivers of somebody’s homes
mountains of debris cry and moan
hunger and thirst make animals new
with only medicine for a few
big ball’s axis way off kilter
water now all on filter
breathin’ poison eatin’ chemicals
only salvation crystal skulls       
dirty waters now a’ flood
filled with fishes crimson blood
mud slidin’ down the hills
just more folks gettin’ killed
big brother livin’ in all our homes
DNA done by phone
virtual livin’ no tactile givin’
communities neither heard or felt
all goin’ on in invisible belts
children raised in the streets
no happy memories for them to keep
electronic families all plugged in
now become our next of kin
digital this virtual that
whatever happened to a little chat
wars now seem ever’day norm
taking sons and daughters from the farm
nightmares screamed in black and white
dreamin’s rampant day and night
fatal flaws become animal claws
lions roar shore to shore
enemies within enemies without
bringin’ to their knees the most devout
cycles of consciousness
holy mother to confess
gods are feared
only hate seems near
thoughts transmit and transcend
warning all of the end
we think and our thoughts create
we design our own life’s fate
spirits take flight
nothin’ to fear nothin’ to fight
but then - 

 - then -
a flower blooms
and knows no doom
babies are born with a squeak and a smile
lettin’ us go another mile
a child gets fed and put to bed
nemo’s daddy searches for him
never mindin’ the tortuous swim
another day another way
brings a little hope
givin’ us light to better cope
lunar wings descend in the night
cradlin’ us soft in their cozy light
sister sun warms our days
wrappin’ us all in golden rays
a touch a glance
bodies meetin’ in the dance
it doesn’t take much it doesn’t take long


and life goes on
its arms of beauty spreadin’ up and out
and love survives without a doubt