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...

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

asked the north wind of the gypsy...

so who are you

i cannot bear the world to see
who i'm not but want to be

i’ve just been playing solitaire
to live in love i do not dare

while i profess to love forever
i’ve loved another really never

i know you know it’s been a while
and i cannot resist your smile

so who are you

Monday, October 24, 2011

to sleep...

dark are the days
darker still the nights
blackest black within my dreams

for me it did not pay
to love unleashed with all my might
left now with

Sunday, October 16, 2011

i ain't nev'a been loved...

i been a lotta thangs
in my life
been somebody’s child
somebody’s wife
taught sunde school
an’ carried a knife
lived in good
and lived in strife
but one thang
i ain’t nev'a been is

had sweet nothin’s
whispered in my ear
even had somebody
call me dear
stayed with one
for more’n a year
and once or twice
i shed a tear
but i ain’t nev'a been
 oh yeah, i been hugged on
and kissed on
an’ i been loved on
but i ain’t

true blue
through and through
not till now
not till

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

liquid moonlight...

moonlight spilled onto her skin
seeping its way to her heart again
 filling her sleep with its liquid gold
keeping her safe from the dreary cold
of nights no longer warmed by him
and days no longer light but dim

Sunday, October 9, 2011

the web of woe...

a web of their own they did weave
when first they loved and did deceive
for love was not theirs to conceive
they gave no thought to those who’d grieve
and lose their light from that night’s deed
a web of woe did they weave
when first they loved and did deceive

Monday, October 3, 2011

where none could see...

in our hearts where none could see
our love was free - free to be
bursting shoving upward it did soar
to the gods we begged for more
like this frigid mount of heavenly blue
hidden from all who viewed
under the deep vast sweep
our love
did we