unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

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 - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...

POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

tweet me, but tweet me gently, please!

Thursday, July 30, 2009

i knew if i stayed.....

i knew if i stayed
i would only
be in your way
so i'll go - but i know
i'll think of you
every step of the way

bittersweet memories
that is all i'm taking with me -
so, goodbye - please, don't cry
we both know
i'm not what you need...

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009

into the shadows...

with you...
and he said to her:

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the
moon of the jagged suburbs.
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked
long and long at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts
that living men have honoured in bronze:
my father's father killed in the frontier of
Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs,
bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in
the hide of a cow; my mother's grandfather
--just twentyfour-- heading a charge of
three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on
vanished horses.
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold,
whatever manliness or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never
been loyal.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved,
somehow --the central heart that deals not
in words, traffics not with dreams, and is
untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at
sunset, years before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about
yourself, authentic and surprising news of
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the
hunger of my heart;
I am trying to bribe you

with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

and she said to him:
i'll take it...

Friday, July 24, 2009


JUST FYI - i'll be in and out, more out, probably, than in the next week, beginning today - daughter and her clan coming up from louisiana for a week's visit - should be here tomorrow - but i'll be checking things whenever possible - don't want to miss A SINGLE POST - peace - jenean

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

hither, my love...

hither my love!
here i am! here!
with this just-sustain'd note
i announce myself to you -
this gentle call is for you, my love -
for you!

Saturday, July 18, 2009

only of you...

...my heart beats
through my entire body...
conscious only of you...

la mia passione

vieni da me

the confession...

...i confess what you already know,
what you knew from the very first and
from moment to moment
through all its changes...but it will
relieve me to tell you how
my love has greatened...when first
i broke the silence...oh, believe me,
believe me, i loved you then,
but i loved you so much
less than now,
because i did not know
how much greater you
were then
as now...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

je pense à vous

the kiss...

May I kiss you then?
On this miserable paper?
I might as well
open the

- franz kafka -

Tuesday, July 14, 2009




i touched the moon last night
it felt like

the love child...

Love can transpose
to form and dignity.

Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the mind;

And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:

And therefore is love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd...

Monday, July 13, 2009

Thursday, July 9, 2009

the promise -

in dreams...

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the sparkling silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;

Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.
O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

i vedremo nei miei sogni , amore mio

In dreams I walk with you.
in dreams I talk to you.

In dreams you're mine.
all of the time we're together

In dreams, in dreams.
...Its too bad that all these things
can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams in


on words defined...

fervent - adj.
characterized by intense emotion; ardent love; an ardent lover; a torrid love affair

unbridled - adj.
(of feelings or behaviour) not restrained or controlled in any way: unbridled passion

impetuous - adj.
1. characterized by sudden and forceful energy or emotion; impulsive and passionate.
2. having or marked by violent force: impetuous, heaving waves.

passionate - adj.
1. showing intense sexual desire
2. capable of or revealing intense emotion: a passionate dialogue

flaming - adj.
1. on fire; ablaze.
2. intense; ardent: flaming passions.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

yesterday today tomorrow...

I seem to have

loved you

numberless forms,
numberless times,

life after life,
age after age forever.

i would rather have
thirty minutes of wonderful

than a
nothing special -

la mia bella Gunnar -

my beautiful gunnar -
my thoughts
my dreams
my days
my nights
are consumed
with the
you -

Saturday, July 4, 2009

the key...

the key that
unlocks the DOOR
of resentment
the handcuffs
hate -
it is a
and the

completely incomplete...

complete -
sliver -

Thursday, July 2, 2009

what to do...

what am i going to do with you?

what are we going to do next?

peace versus chaos

i'm trying
to find
inner peace and harmony -
but i find only
chaos ambivalance and lust -

- so do i -

my heart cannot forget...

l'innerno deue essere freddo per
quelli senza le memorie calde -
che' viaggo cosmico glorious,
vincent dorato bello -
il mio cuore non
si dimentichera mai -

sempre - j

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

il mio magnifico stallone

to love and leave...

if you ever want or need
i will leave and
never come back
you would do that for me?

because i do not want to ever

cause you consternation

i never want to cause you hurt
or to cause you pain -

if you look me in the eyes
right this minute and
tell me to leave

i will

i will never
come back
i can't do that

i know
but if you "need" me to
i will
you would?

thank you for saying that
means so much to me -