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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Sunday, March 7, 2010

i wanna come home...


i wanna come home
it’s cold here
and dark
cold and dark
don’t wanna stay
but can’t seem to
find my way
outta here
don’t even know
where here is
here is not there
in the heat
in the light
here i’m alone
here i’m lonely
here is sad
full of despair
here is closed
to all traffic
a cul de sac
dead end street
one way in
no way out
here there are
no spring flowers
only a concrete jungle
of hopelessness
a winter of
weariness
no fireplace to
warm the frigid
walls of life
without you
that surround
the here of here
here the air
is thin
breathin’ hard
heart can hardly beat
here the dark days
are long
the darker nights
longer
here there is no
sunshine
here there is
no warmth
no love
no life
here there is
no you
no us

i wanna
come
home

16 comments:

Jimmy Bastard said...

On you come then hen, on you come. Your real hame is here in bonny Scotland, no in the vast expanse of where ever it is that you now call home.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, jimmy, dear jimmy! you must be hearing me laugh out loud at this very moment! you are so so right, dear jimmy - i pack lightly so i shan't be long at all!!!

linda said...

darling, you go ahead to bonny scotland, anywhere is better than this place you describe...and for the life of me, i cannot figure out what this picture is of...call me whatever but clue me in!
xoxoxo

GYPSYWOMAN said...

well, the image is intended to represent the cold state of mind of our lady here - in the other reality it is a glacier lagoon in iceland - for real! :)

and you know, you're so right again, lovelylinda - i should be headed to bonny scotland - home for sure!

Gemel said...

I hide my inner calling to return to the northen hemisphere, it snakes itself around my soul saying those words that i just read, why is it we yearn so for that which is far away....

Rabbi Lars Shalom said...

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Kay said...

takes me back to a saying I read the other day....

"a dead end is just a good place to turn around"

lovely sentiment here.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i know, gemel - or, even nearby but unattainable - sigh.........

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hi rabbi - thanks for coming over - have a great day -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hi kay - welcome to the caravan! thank you for following along here - please come anytime at all and make yourself comfortable! you know, a point well taken on the dead end - all a matter of perspective, isn't it! again, so happy to have you along! have a great day!

charkstudios said...

Better pack lightly and go to Bonny Scotland...sounds like you were summoned to go hither to the land of Heather. Sounds better than that lonely cull-de-sac you have been frequenting petal!

Your words again tuggin at my wee heart strings lassie!

Nevine said...

Beautiful and haunting and sad. Oh, Jenean...

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dearest nevine - oh, yes, haunting - and maybe sad even - but what is that an affair to remember line: Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories... And we've already missed the spring!

well, i'm so happy for the sizzlin' memories.....

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, hello there CS - wonderful to have you over, lady! i just hopped over to your place - great stuff - and from where did you get the obama blue swirl thing? fascinating! thanks so much for dropping by - don't be a stranger! :)

yeah, my heart is really really yearning for the homeland, that's for sure!!!

Roger Gauthier said...

I had told you but you did not believe me.
I had told you, Gypsy Woman, it's cold.

It's cold but it's where I live
Now I'm back
In the land of the frozen hearts
Could not live in milder climates
So I'm back home in the cold

And you're gone

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh no, i have believed you, man from the cold - it is not that - it's just that i hunger for the heat like vampires crave their tasty red elixer - and i am not gone, at all, only visiting that far away land of ice momentarily and then only on darkest nights do i venture out into the coldest of cold - i am not gone - i'm right here -