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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Showing posts with label original words gypsywoman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original words gypsywoman. Show all posts
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
she loved the way...
she loved the way
his eyes held her
how they floated toward her
his eyes held her
how they floated toward her
embracing her
like angels’ wings
softly and tenderly
how they sparkled like
green and golden stars
on a dark winters’ night
how in his eyes not only
did she see his soul
but her own as well
she loved the way
his mouth worshipped her
with words of love
with sounds of love
as if she were
a greek goddess to whom
such homage should be paid
in diamonds and rubies
and when he kissed her
how his mouth cautiously
meandered from her
shoulder up the valley
of her neck to the curve
of her cheek and then
down to the plump
hills of her own waiting lips
she loved the way
his nostrils joyfully
inhaled her fragrance
her essence her very being
how they flared
like a magnificent stallion
ever so slightly
at just the sight of her and
how as he took a breath
she felt herself being
drawn down down into
the recesses of his
life forces
like angels’ wings
softly and tenderly
how they sparkled like
green and golden stars
on a dark winters’ night
how in his eyes not only
did she see his soul
but her own as well
she loved the way
his mouth worshipped her
with words of love
with sounds of love
as if she were
a greek goddess to whom
such homage should be paid
in diamonds and rubies
and when he kissed her
how his mouth cautiously
meandered from her
shoulder up the valley
of her neck to the curve
of her cheek and then
down to the plump
hills of her own waiting lips
she loved the way
his nostrils joyfully
inhaled her fragrance
her essence her very being
how they flared
like a magnificent stallion
ever so slightly
at just the sight of her and
how as he took a breath
she felt herself being
drawn down down into
the recesses of his
life forces
she loved the way
his sinewy hands
seemed to have a life
of their own when
he touched her
emitting powerful
electrical charges into her flesh
how they echoed the
rhymic beating
of her heart’s desire
deep inside its chamber of bone
and heard her heart sing
in exaltation to their touch
she loved the way
his body responded to her
to the image of her to the sound of her
the smell of her to the taste of her
to her response to him
how uncontrolled and uncontrollable
it became as if taken hostage by
some unseen cannibalistic cosmic force
all consuming devouring all in its path
until its thirst was momentarily quenched
its hunger momentarily satiated
she loved the way
that theirs was a passion a lust a love
so intense as to defy the physical alone
demanding all and then more
as it did in a way that
neither could understand could comprehend
in a way neither had experienced before
and would ne’er experience with any other
in a way that they loved as no others had nor ever would
yes, they loved that way
his sinewy hands
seemed to have a life
of their own when
he touched her
emitting powerful
electrical charges into her flesh
how they echoed the
rhymic beating
of her heart’s desire
deep inside its chamber of bone
and heard her heart sing
in exaltation to their touch
she loved the way
his body responded to her
to the image of her to the sound of her
the smell of her to the taste of her
to her response to him
how uncontrolled and uncontrollable
it became as if taken hostage by
some unseen cannibalistic cosmic force
all consuming devouring all in its path
until its thirst was momentarily quenched
its hunger momentarily satiated
she loved the way
that theirs was a passion a lust a love
so intense as to defy the physical alone
demanding all and then more
as it did in a way that
neither could understand could comprehend
in a way neither had experienced before
and would ne’er experience with any other
in a way that they loved as no others had nor ever would
yes, they loved that way
Labels:
desire,
lust,
memphis ballet image,
original words gypsywoman,
passion,
poetry
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
she thinks of him...
she thinks of him
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by
on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart
on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors
she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by
on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart
on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors
she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love
on nights crisscrossed
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was
on nights inglorious
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
she thinks of him
Labels:
longing,
original words gypsywoman,
re-posted,
separation,
yearning
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
love unlived...
you penetrate my dreams
permeate my silent screams
and glide into the ancient streams
where love holds always your invite
and darkness holds its secrets tight
but like the wind regrets take flight
what has happened to my sight
did vision die without the light
and leave me now to this sad plight
permeate my silent screams
and glide into the ancient streams
where love holds always your invite
and darkness holds its secrets tight
but like the wind regrets take flight
what has happened to my sight
did vision die without the light
and leave me now to this sad plight
nothing is as it seems
nothing left to redeem
when will it ever end
when will it ever end
never
he whispers
never
nothing left to redeem
when will it ever end
when will it ever end
never
he whispers
never
ever.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
to speak...
you speak to me
in words of painted fire
the flame to my desire
lay me now on that pyre
and take my love entire
you move in me
with words of liquid red
and nothing left unsaid
fire in the night
sky burnin’ bright
you my heart ignite
till the mornin’ light
in words of painted fire
the flame to my desire
lay me now on that pyre
and take my love entire
you move in me
with words of liquid red
and nothing left unsaid
fire in the night
sky burnin’ bright
you my heart ignite
till the mornin’ light
you speak to me
your aphrodite
Labels:
desire,
image o'keeffe,
love,
lust,
original words gypsywoman,
passion
Friday, December 31, 2010
wishin' you love and blood red moons in 2011...
blood
red
moon
in midnight black
touching you
touching me
blood in the moon
love gone too soon
tears in my heart
why did we part
blood
red
moon
in velvet light
kissing you
kissing me
blood in the moon
cries love’s tune
sadness to stay
and we both pay
wish i might
have my wish
come true this night
of
blood
red
moon
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
the tactic...
from you
there was
no thief
no thief
in the night
sneaking without sound
into the dark
that was my life
stealing
slowly
surely
my love
no
from you
there was
the barging in
the raging stampede
the complete attack
holding unspeakable ransom
in one swift swoop
leaving no option
but
the total surrender
of my heart
sneaking without sound
into the dark
that was my life
stealing
slowly
surely
my love
no
from you
there was
the barging in
the raging stampede
the complete attack
holding unspeakable ransom
in one swift swoop
leaving no option
but
the total surrender
of my heart
.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
do you...
do you think
of any other
save for me
do you see
the other
and think of me
do you hold
another and
feel only me
do you kiss
the other lips
but taste my own
do you cry
her name aloud
but hear just mine
does your body
find distasteful
all but ...
mine
i know -
because i do
you, too...
of any other
save for me
do you see
the other
and think of me
do you hold
another and
feel only me
do you kiss
the other lips
but taste my own
do you cry
her name aloud
but hear just mine
does your body
find distasteful
all but ...
mine
i know -
because i do
you, too...
[i know, a re-post - enjoy again!]
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
without you...
'nother
day
of
heart
beatin’
blues
ain’t
got
nothin
not
even
no
clues
days
days
all
dark
and
nights
darker
too
wish
i
knew
what
i’as
gonna
do
can’t
do
nothin'
without
you
heart beatin’ blues
heart beatin’ blues
without
you
you
Labels:
binding love,
longing,
original words gypsywoman,
sadness,
separation,
sorrow
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
my love true...
i been an awful lotta places
kissed all kinds’a handsome faces
even found one i thought was for me
but i ain’t neva been where i’m ‘sposed to be
till I got to you
my love true
kissed all kinds’a handsome faces
even found one i thought was for me
but i ain’t neva been where i’m ‘sposed to be
till I got to you
my love true
Labels:
image matisse,
original words gypsywoman,
passion,
true love
Sunday, December 12, 2010
shadow love...
they saw confinement
i felt contentment
they saw withdrawal
i was
i was
within
they saw
they saw
slavery
i became
i became
free
they saw
they saw
what they saw
i stayed
me
Friday, December 10, 2010
ghost love...
when you reach out in the night
and search for me
with all your might
then call my name in vain
does it really feel the same
with her?
Thursday, December 9, 2010
i surrender...
i have fought far too long
etching memories into my heart
storing them safely
to take them down from
the shelf of what was
to hold them still to caress them
to sniff the fragrance of their time
a time when life was
when love was
when i was
when we were
fearing life unbearable
without the flavor of their reality
i have fought far too long
keeping them alive
keeping them at the surface
of the waters of my mind
where they could remain forever
cellularly connected to the me of me
so that my soul might still survive
the dankness and darkness of
the nothingness of now
the now without you
the now without us
and therefore, the now without me
for what can remain of me
when that part of me that
completed me is gone
is no longer with me
no longer beside me
no longer in me
leaving this
nothingness of now
this absence this void
i have fought far too long
yes, it is true
so now - now -
now - i surrender
i surrender me
i surrender all that was
all that could have been
that should have been
that never can be again
i surrender all
else how might i go on
how might you continue
each not living while alive
each choosing death by life
so i surrender
to love to passion to life
i surrender to us
i shall choose to live
for us both
you there and me here
smiling for what was
weeping not
for what cannot be
yes, i surrender -
i surrender to the
magnificence of now
etching memories into my heart
storing them safely
to take them down from
the shelf of what was
to hold them still to caress them
to sniff the fragrance of their time
a time when life was
when love was
when i was
when we were
fearing life unbearable
without the flavor of their reality
i have fought far too long
keeping them alive
keeping them at the surface
of the waters of my mind
where they could remain forever
cellularly connected to the me of me
so that my soul might still survive
the dankness and darkness of
the nothingness of now
the now without you
the now without us
and therefore, the now without me
for what can remain of me
when that part of me that
completed me is gone
is no longer with me
no longer beside me
no longer in me
leaving this
nothingness of now
this absence this void
i have fought far too long
yes, it is true
so now - now -
now - i surrender
i surrender me
i surrender all that was
all that could have been
that should have been
that never can be again
i surrender all
else how might i go on
how might you continue
each not living while alive
each choosing death by life
so i surrender
to love to passion to life
i surrender to us
i shall choose to live
for us both
you there and me here
smiling for what was
weeping not
for what cannot be
yes, i surrender -
i surrender to the
magnificence of now
the magnificence
the now
of love’s holy memories
of love’s holy memories
Monday, December 6, 2010
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