BOOK RELEASE...words unspoken...

it's here...yes...all those words unspoken from this blog are now released in paperback and on kindle [purchase here] and ready for you - a long time coming and not without all the words of love and support and encouragement from all of you - for which i remain forever grateful - many many thanks to each and every one of you - 

with special thanks to the fabulous folks at YAREAH MAGAZINE and YAREAH BOOK PUBLISHERS - be sure to check out this wonderful literary/arts international publication where you can catch my poetry every sunday - 

and extra special thanks to TRISH MACGREGOR for her ongoing inspiration, encouragement/support and friendship - and to her magnificent creation, NICA [in Esperanza and Ghost Key], who emanates love and lust - live on, Nica, live on!

      

- TO ALL MY READERS I WISH YOU LOVE AND LIGHT -

YAREAH MAGAZINE...

READ THE GYPSY TODAY

THE NEW ONLINE LITERARY AND ARTS MAGAZINE HOME OF
GYPSYWOMAN

the closing...and...the opening...

the time has come to bring this blog to a close - a gentle caring close - the closing of one door allows the opening of another - for all those who have followed along this journey with me here, i am forever grateful - for all who have offered their own words, my heart thanks you - i wish you love and passion in all that you do - with much affection for you all - gypsy

oh, and do feel free to follow along with me on my new journey at my other blog:  http://gypsywomanworld.blogspot.com

xxx
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she sits...

with only the sea to caress her lonely breast
she sits with her lover and dreams

of a time when life did not from her wrest
days without light leaving just her dark screams

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it's true...

i

disappear

into

you

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the heart of autumn...

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant

now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves

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in 2012...

i wish you

love

passion

joy

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happy new year
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to you...

in this season

and all seasons

i hope you

dance

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buon compleanno il mio uomo d'oro...

il mio cuore non dimenticherà mai -

mi manchi cosi -

holy tokens...

drench yourself in words unspoken

holy tokens of my heart now broken

these things i cannot say

on this or any day

sacraments to hold you tight

prayers to wing you through the night

lay them down within your soul

 
and wed you then my love made whole
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o' holy grace...

whispers of your shadow sweep 'cross my lonely face
takin' me to that other place
the place of blood red moons
where stars come out at noon
and mornin's go to bed
with nothin' left unsaid

shadows of your whispers sweep 'cross my lovin' face
takin' me to that other place

 

the place of
holy grace

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asked the north wind of the gypsy...

so who are you
gypsywoman

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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

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so who are you
gypsywoman

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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
just
my
screams
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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
loved

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

loved

 oh yeah, i been hugged on
and kissed on
an’ i been loved on
but i ain’t
nev'a

been
loved

not

true blue

through and through
 

not till now
not till
you

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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

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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

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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
but
like this frigid mount of heavenly blue

hidden from all who viewed
under the deep vast sweep
our love
did we
keep

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you speak to me...

you speak to me

in words of painted fire
adding flame to my desire
lay me now on that pyre
and take my love entire

you move in me
in words of liquid red
with nothing left unsaid

fire in the night
sky burnin’ bright
you my heart ignite
till the mornin’ light

you speak to me
my aphrodite

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i remember you...

i remember you...

where was it?       
i cannot remember the place
when long ago a minute or so
i first saw your face

but i cannot forget you
the way your eyes touched my soul
with never a spoken word
and made me feel once whole
i cannot forget you
the way your smile caressed my heart
with never the touch of hand
i knew we ne’er would part


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the thought of you...

the thought of you
possesses and caresses my heart
how could it be that we had to part
leaving us both broken and blue

the thought of you
torments and tortures my soul
how could it be that time took its toll
making its way long overdue

the thought of you
teases and taunts to my core
how could it be we had to say no nevermore
leaving forever shut loves sweet door

but not

the thought of you ~