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 -

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Monday, November 30, 2009

the taste of raindrops...

in sweet sleep
the soft rhythmic splash
of raindrops
trickled into her thoughts
like the

Sunday, November 29, 2009

the compass...


lost and alone
faded and fallen
disowned unknown

not yet known
not yet found

but never had

missing me
missing you
missing us

seeking searching

the foggy roads
  crooked paths
  raging rivers

the mist the miles
by love’s grace
all led but one place

toward my fate

one look
i was found

one touch
i belonged

one kiss
i was home

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

the dance...

come to me
come with me
                                                               out of control          
to the chaos                      
through the ambivalence                             
into the lustlight        


Monday, November 23, 2009

terra incognita...

she had become homesick
for something quite unknown
something unfamiliar something she seemed
to have known to have felt to have been
some other time some other place
but when or where remained a mystery to her
what or who it was she could not remember
an agnogenic condition for sure but homesick she stayed
and so it was that her nostalgia grew
as did her yearning for that something missing
not complete not whole she could not quite grasp
sadness coupled with longing soon turned to despair
longing for a thing she could not even name despair for a thing unknown
the more she tried to remember to surrender
to the mist of her faded memory
the more embattled her soul
as if some stranger some trespasser
a foreign interloper had quietly and stealthily sneaked
into the deepest recesses of her self
and plucked and plundered till there was no more remaining
no more indeed not even a drop
of what was of what had been of what should still be
that obscure something for which her melancholy grew
and which soon twisted into a weariness begging for resignation
resigning herself to lost recollection to lost recognition
nothing could salvage what was not there
nothing short of divination
and so in her abject morbid meditation
as she sat staring into the nothingness of her days
something caught her eye
an illusion almost an image a manifestation
of something but of what
what was it that she saw there
staring back at her from the other side
slowly ever so slowly she began to see what was
it began to take shape to become -
that something she could not name
began to blossom to grow to regenerate
the skeletal pieces came together
blanketed by a soft pink flesh
under which she could feel
slowly but surely beating - her heart
she glanced furtively upward directly into the eyes of -
of that something she was missing
that she had almost forgotten
that she had nearly lost
the eyes of herSELF -
and then she saw not just the pieces but the whole
the thing for which she had become homesick
the thing unknown unfamiliar
it was her - 

Saturday, November 21, 2009

the pretenders...

the day they met
how could she forget
she’d found him in the phone book
the sound of his name drew her like a hook
she would say the words aloud
wrapping each in a mystical shroud
letting the syllables linger on her lips
tasting their softness like a lunar eclipse

she wondered of the spell they seemed to cast
the likes of which were unsurpassed
and so she waited debated over and over
carrying his number like a four leaf clover
then came the day she could no longer wait
she dialed his phone and sealed her fate
he did not just walk into the room
oh, no, he stormed into her life like a sonic boom
his passion striking with the speed of sound
and from that moment their love was bound
their fire and love did them enslave
merging and igniting their own shock wave
when they were together nothing else did exist
nothing mattered at all save their sweet kiss
their other lives became the means to an end
possible only for the life of pretend

and so it went moment by heated moment
one surrendered one stolen without a hint
or so they hoped or so they thought
but what if their ways would have them caught
and innocents would suffer at their hands
this her loving heart could not withstand
it would never be him to make the break
it was for her to love forsake
she tried once and then tried twice
but unable to leave she paid the price
until the day she knew had come
it was now or never or both succumb  
with heart so heavy she made her way
to tell him goodbye on that sad day
her words struck them both like an icy death
neither able to speak or get their breath
they stood embraced in disbelief
unable to grasp the depth of their grief
their tears a river would make
they tried to be strong for the other’s sake
whispering their love in sobbing quivers
knowing their lives were now mere slivers
of what they had cherished for such a short time
a love unknown by most true love sublime
but coming not in fate’s right time

she thinks of him now she thinks of them
and neither their time nor their love does she condemn
nothing in their lives really has changed
their hearts remain faithful their bodies estranged
their other lives again the means to an end
possible still with the life of pretend

Thursday, November 19, 2009

the west texas dust storm kinda love...

i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love
i want the kind that                           
rams into me like
a gale force wind
comin’ in 
striking me with
all its fury
knocking me out
of my arid reality
penetrating through
the outer layers
past the buffers
in between                   
i want the kind that
shows no clemency
movin’ me
in ways inexplicable
entangling my hair
stinging my eyes
stirring my heart
ripping my soul apart
ramming deeper and deeper
grinding down and round
oozing into that deep dark
core of no return
i want the kind that
drives the gusts
of love unbridled
transporting me from
the lifeless illusion
and hard dry surface of
my existence
suspending me in time
eroding all of what was
depositing what is into
the lush oasis of love
unknown before
                    piercing the heart
                    piercing the flesh
yeah, i want me some
west texas dust storm
kinda love...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

the hope...

hear my tears that are not wept
        this the only hope she kept
know the words left unsaid
        for to another was he wed

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

the jewel...

she crept through all the motions
casting aside her burning emotions
day after day and night after night
fighting her cares with all her might

she dressed for the eyes of others
tho she’d clothe not at all given her druthers
shimmering gown and sparkling jewels
all adorned for the judging fools
if only they knew what they could not see
for deep down inside was a screaming banshee
but what could they know of love so true
which to them was only a torrid taboo

and so it was that she went moment by moment
pretending without a hint not even a glint
living a lie lying to live unable to forgive
her heart breaking bleeding like a sieve

passion unbridled soul on fire
all for a love she n’er could acquire

freedom of the fence...

split rail
open plains
circle round
climb over
climb under
gate open
never locked
open wide
shut behind
leave any time
no one in
only us
free to go
free to stay
free to be
need to be

society's compound...

its fence did not me confine 
it did not me bind
          lock in - convention 

it did not contain
it did not me detain
          keep out - conduct 

it did not control
it did not me enroll
          lock out - conform 

it did not conquer
it did not me defer
          keep in - correct 

it took not its toll
nor did it take my heart or my soul

the fairytale lake...

there once in heaven was a maiden fair
with deep brown eyes and long dark hair
born on the moon to the molten sun
her life on earth just begun

when there she met a man of stone and ice
with snow white hair and cold blue eyes
who lived afar in the vast frozen land  
neither sun nor heat could thus withstand

but in his eyes she saw the key
to the shackles of all to set them free
from his barren heart and her fiery fate
together they trekked to the glacier’s gates

and there made camp on an alpine lake
with temperate climes they could partake
and so they found the way to love long lost
in a land of warmth and a touch of frost   

Friday, November 13, 2009


  the searing heat
of passion
  burning coals
of desire
branding love
with its fire

Thursday, November 12, 2009

the waning moon maiden...

she was the moon maiden
and like her waning crescent cousin
poised in the heavens
so too was she losing a part of her self
now that she was without him
him - her star bright
in her dark dreary life illuminating enlightening inflaming 
him - never wandering weaving wavering
him - always constant changeless continual
unlike the other sky warriors 
cycling circling round and round
but there came one day the time of eclipse
when the blackest black reality
blocked her vision of the brightest of them all
and she knew in the shadow of that moment
what she must do
she had known all along but could not find the strength
to do what had to be done
the dreaded time drew nigh
time had run its course 
and so it was that the
beautiful moon maiden
followed her fate losing her shape
and disappeared into the midnight hour
not to be seen till the faint light of morn
never again to be seen by her own starlove
now only a crescent sliver of her glorious self
without him

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

the speculum...

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from his metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since tucked aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, this reflection of her fate,
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


when they were together
no voice need pass between them
their eyes said more spoke louder than mere words
furtive glances
criss-crossed the room
like swords brandished
and touches left untouched
bore down
upon them with the weight of their own world
their hearts beat in pounding rhythm
tearing apart the deafening silence around them


Monday, November 9, 2009

la pensée...

the thought of him
fit her like
a second skin
there was no
there was no

Thursday, November 5, 2009

the dark and dangerous...

he found her dark and dangerous
but how or why she did not know
was it 
his own closed mind
his own blinded black soul
his own bitter brittle heart
that found her dark
that found her dangerous
did he not know that from the
smoldering magma that was her
grew the magnificent transvaal daisy
raising its glorious red orange head to the heavens
the flower that was sunshine here on earth
did he not see that from the
smoldering igneous rock that
was her soul
spewed forth the shimmering steam
that with its incandescent mist dropped beauty all around
did he not feel that from the
erupting firey flow
that was her spirit
came a burning river of passion
channeling its way to his own
he found her dark and dangerous
but how or why she did not know
could he not see
her soul
her spirit
her core

Monday, November 2, 2009

she stayed...

there was nothing
she did not shrink
that he could tell her
his words did not deter
that she did not
he was her lot
already know
her love she did bestow
and yet she stayed
for his love she had prayed

was not