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...

Friday, April 29, 2011

the space between...



let me take you
to my secret place
the space between
the now and then
the place between
the here and there

that space between
where worlds collide       
and spirits ride
the crimson tide
in and out
and through again

that space between
and through the looking glass
where angels travel now en masse
to land upon the holy mass

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where time cannot erase
the place where tracks can be retraced
                   
let me take you to my secret place
the space between where life is not a chase       
the place where love begets lost grace

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where thoughts are not encased
the place where i can kiss upon your face

let me take you
to my secret place
the space between

.
.
.

would you like to hear the words spoken?

Thursday, April 28, 2011

between my lines.....


 if you read between my lines


what is it you would find


?
?
?



would you like to hear the words spoken?

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

my fettered dream...



come live inside my fettered dream
and hear the ancient voices sing

the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir

sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send

the red orange orb embarked
turns now the day to darkest dark
and moonbeams bleed in random flight
their crimson silence in the night

on earth below the gods invoked
spew forth the blood the fire and smoke

and in these days of blackest nights
and nights beset with radiant light

the children speak in words unknown
and with their visions all is shown
 


the day of knowledge fully come
the signs from heaven now are done

come sit beside the raging streams
and see the wonders of the ring

come live inside my fettered dream
 ~

would you like to hear these words spoken?

Monday, April 25, 2011

and i will and you will...


and i will raise up my arms high into the skies
to reach across the waters deep
and touch upon your love so sweet

and i will raise up my voice high into the skies
to reach across the mountains’ peaks
and speak in shades of sonnets sweet

and i will raise up my eyes high into the skies
to reach across the heavens blue
and gaze upon the man of you

and i will raise up my soul high into the skies   
to reach across the gold sunrise

and soar with you as eagles fly





and you will 
touch
me
 

and you will 
hear
me
 

and you will 
hold
me
 

and you will 
see
me
 

and you will 
fly 
me

and
you will
 


and
you will

love
me

.
.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

the cruci-fiction

hey daddy i don’t wanna fall down
hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
don’t wanna sink and forever drown
don’t wanna sink and be hell bound
hey daddy i just wanna be found

hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
just wanna live on hallowed ground
wanna be saved and heaven bound
wash ‘way all my sins and git me a crown

oh daddy won’t you come on down
come on down and let me be found
oh daddy won’t you come on down
come on down and take me to glory town
wrap your love ‘round me and love surround

hey daddy won’t you save me now
hey daddy won’t you save me now

but how you gonna save me
when you ain’t around

hey daddy where you at
hey daddy where you at