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, September 15, 2010

to fly through fields of cobalt blue...


sorrows that have crippled you
will soon give you wings
to fly through fields of cobalt blue
and hear the angels sing

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

the crucible...












she no longer had thoughts of her own

her own mind to her now unknown

the air she breathed no longer the same

her lungs inhaling particles of shame


light and darkness no longer distinguishable

her eyes blinded to all but the holy crucible

days became nights and nights became nights without end

no longer could she pretend

she no longer had thoughts of her own

Monday, September 13, 2010

ESPERANZA - ON SALE 09/14/2010


OK, boys and girls - the BIG DAY is here! 
ESPERANZA
hits the shelves tomorrow!

- it is written by our very own award-winning author
TRISH MacGREGOR at SYNCHRONICITY -

here's what a few  notables have said about this work:

"Riveting!"
Jeff Lindsay - Dexter is Delicious


"Deliciously scary and original!"
Whitley Strieber - Critical Mass

~
- be watching for my review coming up - 
and don't forget to
RUN not walk
to grab your copy!

Sunday, September 12, 2010

tonight, i'm...


goin’ to bed
just at dark
shut my door
open my heart
no words spoken
nothing said
leavin’ that world behind
shutin’ out its distractions
distractions of the day
nothin' there for me
in that world of reality
goin’ into my night
the night of my heart
where only we exist
goin’ into my night
where i wanna stay
travelin’ into my thoughts
my thoughts of you
where time is uninterrupted
and hours don’t exist
findin’ that place with you
all i wanna do
goin’ into the night
into the darkness
goin’ into my darkness
the darkness of me and you
where blackest black is my only guide
the beacon of you calling me
like a moth to the flame
where love is no game
where love is the way
the only way
leading me straight to you
to us to our space our time
our love our life the only life
that is ours
life in the darkness
our love we confess
goin’ all the way in
into the darkness that is ours

lockin’ them out
lockin’ us in
into the darkness
the darkness of us
the darkness of
all things possible
the darkness of
my thoughts
of
you

Friday, September 10, 2010

dancin' on the edge...


never had no one to hold dear
always perched on the ledge
never really had no fear
of dancin’ on the edge
never had no one to hold dear