Gypsy Faerie and Sunsets

I made a vow a long time ago to embrace life in all it's mystical, magical, beautiful, frightening, difficult and even mundane glory. I honestly don't know what I would do if I suddenly lost one of my senses. Anyway, this is where I plan to post thoughts, poems, pictures and links of things in my life that touch me.

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Location: Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada

I am the typical Pisces - oversensitive almost to the point of being psychic, touched a great deal by life experiences.

Sunday, November 01, 2009


Just some interesting thoughts.


I completely believe that every single person in the world, without exception:

~ is imperfect,

~ has emotional baggage,

~ has a challenge in his or her life they must overcome,

~ has something odd, weird, or strange about themselves - whether it is a quirk, a belief, an interest, a thought, or an activity,

~ has at least one skeleton in his or her closet,

~ has a special talent, no matter how obscure or esoteric it seems,

~ has an interesting story to tell.


We are ALL equal in these regards, which makes us all equal.


That is all.

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Celestial Sea



If I could, I would dive into
waves of colour, light ripples reflected,
washing up on shores of stars,
as numerous as grains of sand;
I feel as if I could sink my hands
into the wet stars, and gather up handfuls
letting them trickle through my fingers.
I would trace through the
ebb and flow of the Aurora Borealis,
and let the stars wash away,
settling into new constellations.





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The First Step

A siren keening in the distance
dirty needles in a ditch
a brawl outside a bar

a group of junkies walk past
whispering plans
to rob a bell-ringing volunteer
on a street corner

one shakes his head
and walks away
that's just going too far
he says

they never dreamed
he's come back to defend
so the others attack
under dissillusioned strings
of coloured lights

his face is a mask of pain
but he brings back a group of
students out for coffee
Good Samaritans
who subdue the sick kids

a cop arrives to take them away
he stops to talk to the hero
who isn't all that different from
the ones he stood up to

skinny
hollow eyes
sores on his face

one thing
a light that says he's bouncing
from when he just hit bottom
fifteen minutes ago

the cop talks to him quietly
and gives him a card and flyer
he calls someone on his cell
and tells the boy that
someone will come to meet him in an hour

the cop stays
gives the kid a coffee
waiting to see
how high
this one will bounce






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