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 -
9 comments:
I like it
pure, dreamy romance...
hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
love it, my dear lady Love
You asked me to stop more often by your campfire, gypsy woman, but my spirit is hovering way above in the cold air, looking down... can't you feel it? Can't you feel the despair of times past? Anguish and misery...
You saw that woman I made on my blog... from that very moment I knew I was lost, utterly stopped.. do you understand that, dear Jenean?
The time has come... I can't go further, helpless and futile. Would I be nothing but a point and shooter?
I read you and I wonder. I feel so stuck that I did a new self-portrait in total derision... nobody there by that name!
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I like the way you write, but then you already knew that. You're not only a good poet, you're some woman. You tore down half of my eight fences with that one, so I still feel safe...
The Lost Prophet (if I can't be a decent photographer, let's try to be a dangerous Prophet!)
... and did you see, sweet you, in that derisive self-portrait I just made, I did not succeed in destroying the eyes, they still see right through you! My mistake...
Woohoo...
greetings from afar, dear rainer - so wonderful to have you come all this way and i thank you for your words and your visit! have a great day and come again soon!
so humbling, your words, shadow! thank you! and thank you for following along here - your visits most cherished!
oh, dear dear dulce! your tastes and mine - so parallel, are they not!!! ;) lovely to see you, lady!!
yes, dear roger - i do see you - sense you - hovering there from above - moreover, i have felt you as well, from the dark dreary skies that weep down icicles upon the blazing fire here below - i feel your suffering your anguish your fear your cold - all of those things - but i feel the other things as well - your good heart - your brilliant mind - your magnificent creativity - your sensitivity - all those things that you do keep sequestered somewhere there in the winter of your soul - and i am honored that you bring those with you here - there is no danger here, roger - of that you can be sure - there is no danger - just a blazing campfire where i pray you find solace from your storm of discontent - and warmth from the frigid terrain of your life -
thank you for your visit and for your gracious words to me -
oh, and you are right about those eyes -
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