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]

Monday, January 31, 2011

and no one cares...

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
.
.
.

8 comments:

Butternut Squash said...

Oh no, I care. The horror of the truth is just so hard to bear.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and i do care, as well, despite these words - and you are right - the horror unthinkable, butternut -

Nancy said...

:-(

GYPSYWOMAN said...

all we have to do is care, nancy - it really really is up to us - it isn't too late - it can't be too late - we can change it - if we care - if we dare -

Liza Ursu said...

wicked write.
I care, and
I dare
little bit, by little bit.
thanks for sharing this.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

wonderful to have you come by, liza! thank you for your own words - and bit by little bit is all that matters - one bit at a time! ;)

d page said...

:-(
I care too, Gypsy. It's so hard to witness.

gypsywoman said...

yes it is hard to witness, isn't it, dp - so we must be all the more vigilant in our thoughts of transformation!!! ;)