the gypsies' journey...

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 - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown from yesterday and today into tomorrow -

this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real -
imagined and/or real - a STREAMOFCONSCIOUSNESS telling of my own personal thoughts feelings experiences - interspersed with words and images of others - with things defined by most as PARAnormal which - for me - all my life - have been PERFECTLYnormal -

SO come along with me and we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories around the campfire - together -

THE GYPSYWOMANWORLD

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]

Friday, August 20, 2010

the bounty...


emerging from his deep abyss
the slimy serpent raised its head
he sought her out upon her bed
and with a hiss and lingering kiss

upon her breasts he dared to feast
for her life he cared the least
he searched for her in times of need
to satisfy his own love’s greed

on her bosom he did suck
in a lustful frenzy all amuck
into her beating heart he did bite
with all his vigorous might

his tongue embarked to do his will
until at last he’d gained his fill
but what he could not see
through his lascivious glee
                       
beneath her bounteous flesh
was the bottomless hole
of her stone cold soul
where his own heart she would enmesh

what he sowed so did he reap
as he gurgled his last in her blackest deep
for his dying soul she did not weep
for in her he had found the primal beast

her
turn
to
feast

2 comments:

GYPSYWOMAN said...

this was posted a few days ago over at gypsywomanworld - however, there is just something about it that speaks to me and i wanted to share it with those who might not have seen it - my apologies for duplication - hope you enjoy over here!!!

Liza said...

"through his lascivious glee"
that word lascivious, so bad ass.
"her turn to feast"
Yeah! I felt like a warrior princess of sorts (Ha!) when I read that.
This is MARVELOUS. Great imagery conjured up with the pic and words.
Thanks for sharing!