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 -
WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and LEAVE ME A NOTE IN THE SAND...
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Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
the paper love...
your image - the mere artificial image - preempts such a torrent of long-controlled emotion as to be overwhelming, sweeping into the yesterday of us when we were us - twinkling eyes that from the moment we met shined into my heart into the me of me and never blinked stare back now through the time of our parting and into my secret soul, the soul that exists only for you - the exuberant smile i so love the smile meant only for me now lovingly leaps from the slick page - your scruffy shadow penetrates through the paper onto my face touching in the old familiar way - bulging thick curls always askew in my wandering fingers beg to be coddled on paper - your breathing again matches mine - your smell the only fragrance my nostrils can bear - all these things - there - there on the surface of nothing more than a pile of rags diluted by the waters of cannot be and forced into the slick false surface remaining - colored with artificial inks - there you are - not just your essence - but the you of you - the you of us -
2009 gypsywoman
Monday, September 21, 2009
the shore...
I stood upon that rocky shore
loving wanting needing more and more
but all the gods foretold
of love adrift out in the cold
I stood upon those rocks of yore
and to the gods I did implore
just one small sign on which to hold
to dare to think to be so bold
I stood upon that rocky shore
and saw what even I could not ignore
for there in storm tossed waters did unfold
the shipwrecked image of love extolled
I stood upon those rocks of yore
suffering, loving upon your shores
loving wanting needing more and more
but all the gods foretold
of love adrift out in the cold
I stood upon those rocks of yore
and to the gods I did implore
just one small sign on which to hold
to dare to think to be so bold
I stood upon that rocky shore
and saw what even I could not ignore
for there in storm tossed waters did unfold
the shipwrecked image of love extolled
I stood upon those rocks of yore
suffering, loving upon your shores
2009 gypsywoman
the disguise...
silly
mask
can
not
disguise
the
fire
upon
my
silken
basque
the
taste
of
love
upon
my
flesh
more
than
firmly
does
me
enmesh
2009 gypsywoman
mask
can
not
disguise
the
fire
upon
my
silken
basque
the
taste
of
love
upon
my
flesh
more
than
firmly
does
me
enmesh
2009 gypsywoman
were i but a painter...
were i a painter of fine art
i would sooner paint thee into my heart
where never nothing could us tear apart
were i but a painter of fine art...
i would sooner paint thee into my heart
where never nothing could us tear apart
were i but a painter of fine art...
2009 gypsywoman
into the den of dark...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
come closer...
come closer - with thee let me be
be not afraid, heed not their words
for they know not what i prefer
come hither, odysseus, come nearer still
for it is
love
i wish to fulfill
be not afraid, heed not their words
for they know not what i prefer
come hither, odysseus, come nearer still
for it is
love
i wish to fulfill
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
might it be...
might it be that what others see
is but their version of what is me
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin
might it be that what others saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
blind to love
is but their version of what is me
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin
might it be that what others saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
blind to love
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
heaven's mount...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
nothing holding...
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