Passage "point of view" from the "Tropical Gypsy"

Tis argued We are but an organism by some. An’ Other’s will kill ya jus’ to make y’believe. Whate’er may Come. Whate’er might Be, “Tis my Journey an’ tis my Destiny to Understand y’all.” ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

A Poem...Sonnet...of Love

If I were to write a song about Love.... It’s “Theme” would, of course, revolve around You! If Love was the “Theme” I would place You upon the “platter” of all to Be! Carry my Heart gently, for it is molded of Pain! Years doth make for the “Weak” of Love! Let Us dance in the “wake of despair”! I shall take thine gentle hand in mine... Allow me to placate upon Thine Cheek... The MOST gentle and virtuous... Kiss! Give Me the “Well of Life” that I might “afford You” an unknown capacity from my “Heart”! ~~~Gypsy~~~

Poem...The Red Dress

Her Dress so very red waved about! A Cape! Ah! She the Matador and I... Her Bull! Animal instinct of arousal. The Onlookers did engage Our Fight! That Dress so very red revealing Legs! Black shoes high with heel! Calves taut, muscled! Oh...”Abandon Ye!” “Toro!” screamed the Crowd! “Toro!” Her Dress so very red velvety a Cloak. Our Legs entwined with sweat, oils from skin. Her Busom pressed into my Chest. My Shirt exposes the Skin of a Man obsessed! That Dress so very red revealing Woman. My Hand upon Her buttock I squeeze! Tight, Wet, Supple! Toro now Beast engorged... Her Dress so very red captivating, undulating. Our Dance. The Night. The Crowd. Music stops. All stare in awe. While We kiss. Love the Dress so very red! ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

Untitled Love Poem

I cannot “give You the Moon”. I cannot “move a Mountain”. I could never “swim the Ocean”. Nor could I ever “be your Knight”. I would treat You as a “Princess”. I would “sail the Ocean to be at Your side”. I would “move aside the Day” to give more time for You. I cannot “give You the Moon”, But I would “give my Life” for Thee. ~~~Gypsy~~~

Ode to the Healing Heart

As the “veil of Despair and self pity begins to lift and the Eyes begin to dry, so to does the Heart begin it’s Journey thru time called the “Healing Process’. And it is during that “period of Self-Nurturing” with Eyes tearless and brite! We see now with clarity of Our “not so distant Past” and say,... “What the HELL was I thinking?!” ~~~Gypsy~~~

Random Thoughts from early December

When I awoke this morn I was greeted with the profundity needed to try to understand this present “state of affairs’ within Our Nation. When I allowed the Dream to filter thru my mind extracting bits and pieces of the “Whole” “IT” came to me. The Visions I experienced during sleep are the “reflections” of my “Changing World”. I can see clearly now the reasons for my angst. I can understand too, “what is thought to be is no longer.” This World I have lived in for so many years...is gone. It is Changing and will continue to do so. Gone are the days of “Parades, Slogans, Banners and Pomp & Circumstance.” Gone...are those memories of “my World”. Our present “course” dictates a “new agenda”, a “New World”, so to speak. In the broad scope of things the World as I knew it, “slipped” by me. My eyes were closed! Closed to the true realities unfolding before me and I, in my lack, or desire of, ignored it. My World is not what it is... not what it appears to be. It is not the United States of America I grew up with. Gone are the days of heralding what “I, We thought was the “Order of Things”. Gone are the days of “Pride” in a Nation of prideful people. It’s been washed from our minds. It’s been ridiculed, left to decay in the “minds of those” we call “Baby Boomers”. Our Country, once a Destination is now a “Crossroads”. We are, today, “One with the rest of the World”. Some of us might say, “Well, it’s about time.” Others might say, “That’s just bullshit!” And then some of us will say, “It’s sad.” And that is where I am...sad. Do not judge me for it! Do not lambast me and say, “You cannot stop progress! You cannot live in the past!” Yes, “I can.” Tis my decision. Nothing wrong with it. My World holds no prejudice, avarice and does not throw stones! My World has pride! Pride in accomplishment. Pride in Individualism. Pride in the fact that what One man, or woman do...someone will try to do better. It’s called Ambition. I see clearly now that this Country as a “Crossroads” MUST change! It’s irrational to hold “old mores, values, beliefs and customs.” We are what I remember it’s name as, “The Melting Pot”. We have opened our doors to the ‘rest of the World” and in doing so caused a chain of events that threatens what was once held as an “Ideology” for ALL coming here! Today we are a nation of multiple religions, races, values and customs. Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu, Buddhist...the list grows! And you know what that makes Us today?...the “Crossroads”. We can yell at our Politicians, Corporations, etc., for “sending work abroad”, but IT isn’t the problem! The problem lies within the present American mindset. We are becoming a Global Nation. We are melting into the “Mix” that exists! Has Existed! So, with this newfound idea of “America gone Wild”, how can One not accept the facts of logic and therefore say, “Everything We once knew and believed must now be updated”?? And where do the Celebrations go? Where do MY ideals go? Think of the “Whole” when I ask this, because I’m searching for answers to mine own existence in this “New World”. Pledge of Allegiance? Fourth of July? Christmas? Thanksgiving?! Where will they be in this new world order? I daresay...they’re being slowly eradicated, beginning with the Children. So, I ask, is this what must be done in order to move forward? Is this the “evolution” of our Nation, Our Planet, Humanity? Or, am I just another “outdated, needs to be updated” Citizen, whose thoughts are...”poppycock”? I might be vague, but I’m searching for answers, reasons. I am open to ideas from all. And really, for the most part...I am Who I am... Human.

Untitled Passage....

Would I die for Love?.... I have. Many Times. ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

Untitled Love poem

The wine did spill upon our blanket and We, slightly tilted, did laugh at ourselves for being so unabashed. No worries. And it was then, I feeling more Gypsy than usual, did stand only to fall upon the ground. And We laughed again! I rose again accomplishing the feat whilst touching the fingertips of my Love’s soft hand. “Dear Lady”, said I, and finding my words somewhat loose and languid, did try all the more to speak in a manner more custom to a Gypsy. “Dear Lady, I reckon too much wine We’ve had here today, But I wish it to empress upon You my “words of Love and Motive.” She did look upon my eyes with question and a slight twisted smile, no doubt the wine. Perhaps a smile to entice, for She is so beautiful! And again did I speak in my manner so serious, She almost giggled! “Ahem” said I, “I look at the Woman afore mine Eyes, Her smile, Her laugh, Her kisses do bring my Soul meaning!” “Lady, tis not reason We are here, yet methinks tis Fate which has wrought.” “And so it is that I shall give You my words which You can endear, or cast aside, but remember this...I speak from My Heart.” “Doing so, Dear Lady, I stand afore Thee naked, alone and subject.” She did slightly giggle and Her smile grabbed My Heart e’ermore! .... “I’ve Liv’d n Lov’d many a Lifetime. Been the Minion to Chance and Circumstance affording Me the moment to be Prince n Pauper.” “I’ve crossed Oceans fer Love n made Promises which were dashed! An’ there’s some things I’d rather not done and much more to do! I’ve seen the World in Mine own “Wee One’s” eyes n held Me Mother’s hand as She slipped quietly away from this life.” “I’ve ne’er tried to tell a Lie n I’ll die a’lookin’ fer the Truth. I’m perfectly Imperfect n step high in Me gait! An’ Me shoulders ‘ave hunkered whilst Love said goodbye.” “Yet all this is Me an’ some disagree wi’ Me attitude t’ward livin’ n dyin’. Tis that, no more! Must be the “Gypsy” inside.’ “Howe’er, Dear Lady, I can only say this.” “Were not fer this Moment, were not fer this Chance, do I reach out to You and ask fer a Dance.” “Tis music I hear when You speak in Me ears. An’ flowers do grow upon the Path that You walk.” “Yes, I’ve Loved many a time, but seems...wi’out reason, or rhyme. An’ maybe, jus’ maybe, I’m giv’n One More Time.” .... And upon the blanket in evenin’ Sun, did the Gypsy and the Lady exchange Their Love. ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~

Hello, from Afar!

Catchy Title, no doubt! Ehn! Been awhile since I've written and need to catch up! This time will be dif, however,..I'm posting my Poems and Short Stories as well. The Short stories will be "true" snippets of things that have happened in my Life. I will try to present them as they were at the time...sad, funny, or insightful. All in All..."tis my Journey!" Thank you coming and hope to entertain You as always!!! ~~~the Tropical Gypsy~~~