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 -


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]

Sunday, July 31, 2011

they are you...

the sun no longer shines
darkness destroys the holy trine
and night slips in our minds
what now the fate of all mankind
will the planets all align
or will they surely intertwine

and now they come
they come not to be outdone
they come this way to conspire
and hold at bay the world entire
this and only this the beasts desire

they are the ones with souls depraved
and in their hearts sin engraved

darkest days to find our way
who will rule if chaos stays
they will reign come what may

on wings of wire
from skies on fire
bodies cloaked in linen robes
floating down like celestial globes
with their thoughts your soul they probe
layer on layer to the lowest lobe

feet unshod
and in their hands are lightening rods
four by four
then some more
they come
with their drums

they dig their way 
from the earths dark wet caves
to come above and all enslave 
and bring with them the tidal wave
but what of them the gods forgave
is there no salvage from the grave

they draw you in then slam the door
and take you through the ocean floor
they come to drain you to the core
as they are here the gods own whore
do not false prophets you ignore

lion of blue
two by two
bear of blue
what to do
the bear and lion both carnivores
and will not stop till all means more

along the waters edge 
they crawl the concrete ledge
what will be when time has dredged
 and nothing left but their own hedge
they are not souls 
among the blessed
they are not ghosts
but souls in flesh

do not let them be reviled 
listen to the words of the wanton child
who speaks in voices now beguiled
as she was birthed by spirits wild

read the raging signs
they tell you of the time
down from the skies falls the great blue bear
oh gods of gods hear our prayers
with seven rays of light divine
his time has run its course
the blue bear now a demon force

read the raging signs
they tell you of the signs
when lord of the golden sun now roars
pray the mighty lion your soul restores
but should you wish for love and more
just hark you now the lion’s lore

invoke you now your primal id
to do the mother’s final bid
as the sword of salvation cries
and silently slashes the weeping sky

do you hear them
do you see them
do you feel them
they are here
they are near
those you fear 

they are


when will truth be revealed
will they

Friday, July 29, 2011

to be the poem...

if you cannot be the poet
be the poem


Sunday, July 24, 2011

what we are...


what we are today
comes from
our thoughts
of yesterday
our present thoughts
build our life of tomorrow
our life
is the creation
of our mind

Friday, July 22, 2011

the room...

in every heart there is a room
a sanctuary safe and strong
to heal the wounds from lovers past
until a new one comes along

Monday, July 11, 2011

my rolling seas...

you are the rolling seas
my holy plea
the trinity

in you my heart sets sail
    with midnight veil
    and holy grail
    into the dark of night
    the temptest flight
    in virgin white

our chart the distant shore
the magic lore
love evermore

our lives the waves we ride
poseidon at our side
skies open wide

you are my rolling seas
and i your wild banshee
[inspired by a friend's talk of boats and voyages and a thing called hope]

Sunday, July 10, 2011

there is a place...

called hope

it lives within
the heart
of each
of us

Saturday, July 9, 2011

makin' it to capri...

afloat in the fierce ragin’ sea           
holdin’ on to our life’s debris           
hopin’ we’ll make it to capri           

but life don’t play like it ought to       
none of our dreams ever come true       
so we go on in sleep deja vu           

and wonder what oh what
are we gonna do

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


the greatest treasures are those invisible
to the eyes but found
in the heart

Monday, July 4, 2011

the coming of wild flowers...

be grounded
be crumbled
so wild flowers will come up where you are