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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Showing posts with label original words gypsywoman 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label original words gypsywoman 2011. Show all posts
Monday, May 2, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
the world of pearls...
remnants of shattered dreams drifted round her like so many strands of broken pearls
pearls that no longer had a string
pearls that had long since lost their effervescence
lackluster balls no longer a part of anything whole
these streams of yesterday’s dreams drifted to the splintered floor of her life empty without him
daylight became just another torture to be endured
countless hours of pretend in that world of if only called reality
daylight became just another torture to be endured
countless hours of pretend in that world of if only called reality
and night
night alone in her dream world of him
night
the burning hellfire and brimstone scratched from the pulpit of her southern baptist childhood
night when all else was shut out by the darkness she had come to love
darkness hiding the sins of her heart
the lust of her soul
darkness where she became who she was
darkness where she became who she was
where she was no longer alone
but with her thoughts of him
of them
darkness where all sins committed were well worth the price of admission
yes
nights when memories held her close
caressed her heart
whispered softly into her ear
nights where dreams were the playground of their desire
their love acted out
love acted out under moons apart
love acted out under moons apart
and lives apart
her
in the dreamworld of broken pearls
him
him
in that other world
the world of realitywould you like to listen to the words?
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
and i feel it still...
in the silence of the stars
spilling from the skies
in the blue indigo of your crying eyes
in the crimson tide of time stood still
when of my own free will
i turned and walked away
that cold dark day
i felt the sound of your heart break
when our love i did forsake
and
i feel it still
in the blue indigo of your crying eyes
in the crimson tide of time stood still
when of my own free will
i turned and walked away
that cold dark day
i felt the sound of your heart break
when our love i did forsake
and
i feel it still
...........................................................................
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
a one act play...
.
.
.
and he -
he sat
his back away from her
his eyes cast down into eternity
he could not bear to look
their hearts were open books
and she -
she stood
her back away from him
her eyes cast up into eternity
he knew his life before had stopped – had come to final rest
his head held captive ‘tween her creamy breasts
and he
he succumbed to his longing heart as he sat there
her fingers wandering through his thick thick hair
and she –
she smiled
her eyes cast up into eternity
.
.
.
Labels:
desire,
lust,
original words gypsywoman 2011,
passion,
relationships
Sunday, February 13, 2011
she tried it all...
she tried it all
to fill it up
to fill it in
all those empty spaces
all that life wasted
where to begin
in time with no end
arms that held her tight
held her close through the night
lips that kissed her own
but none of them were home
where was her heart
since they were apart
she tried it all
to fill it up
to fill it in
she tried it all
.
.
Friday, February 11, 2011
and now?
and what of you when she went away
when she slipped from view that cold dark day
did a part of her remain perchance
remnant of your swirling shadow dance
and what of you when she came back not
when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot
did a piece of her lodge in your heart
remnant of your mind’s work of art
and what of you now since she’s been gone
when with her she took your brilliant dawn
and what of her since she slipped from sight
when with you she left her beloved night
and what of her since she went away
when from you she left ‘fore judgment day
and what of you
and what of her
now
now
that she’s
gone
and
you're
both
all
alone
what of you
what of her
.
.
.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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