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...

Monday, February 28, 2011

postcard from the caravan...

it's the beginning of spring and after the long winter, i've decided to take a break -

so, the caravan will be parked for a while -

i'll keep the campfires burning bright with warm thoughts of you till we meet again -

until then -

peace and love
gypsy


Saturday, February 26, 2011

Thursday, February 24, 2011

the gypsy wakes...


i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss
some snow white happiness
didn’t wanna hafta dress
with banks of icy drifts
up against my front door
from down at the floor
up to the roof
 yeah, i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ that bad ole’ blizzard
to have come and gone
way ‘fore dawn
leavin’ behind its powdery flakes
like sparklin’ diamonds on a silvery lake

 
but much ta my dismay
i woke up this mornin’
to a dark dreary day

all yucky and gray
rainin’ and rainin’ some more
wet stuff galore

i woke up this mornin’
layin’ here on my blanket of red
dreadin’ gettin’ outta bed
but dreadin’ stayin’ in it

cause you ain’t here
ta hold me near

yeah, i woke up this mornin’
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss

so come on over now
come on over and
 
gimme
a
little
kiss
.
.
.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

and so it grows...

 and so it is
the cycle reclaims
its past and future
repeating reduplicating recapitulating
the fallen heroes submit
in crimson veneration
rendering resigning reconciling
their mother trunk
deprived once more

robbed raped ravaged
with barren branches
limbs and stems

requiem reposes remains 
defoliation complete
at autumnal equinox 
regrowth renewed rebirth 
and so it grows

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

phantom limbs...

 lust defined
flesh on flesh 
 
love confined 
thoughts of him 
 
draped ‘cross her mind
like phantom limbs
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.
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