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Imagining You

Imagining You

Is it just my imagination
Or are you really real?
Are you really holding me right now
And making me to feel....

That all my dreams might come to pass
And all my hopes come true
Are you really telling me to dream
But dream of only you?

You need not ask that question, love
For there is no one else
That can make me dream such magic things
Not even my own self.

I do not know where you came from
What star from whence you fell
What moon beam dropped you in my life
For the sun won't even tell.

One day I woke and you were here
Where you'd never been before
Walking up my garden path
And knocking on my door.

The bluebirds serenaded 
The rose expressed perfume
The buttercups stood up and danced
With the moon flower and the moon.

And the sound of music filled the air
Pianos, violins
Saxophones and guitar strings
From the hands of holy men.

I looked around to see if I
Had died and gone to Heaven
For you were an angel standing there
That my heart had surely beckoned.

But then you smiled and shook your head
No, I am real, you see
For the angels heard you when you cried
And they have dispatched me.

For I was crying, too, you  know
And longing for your love
And wondering if we'd ever meet
And they watched us from above.

It's not imagination
No matter how you feel
We may have been born in that good place
But you and I are real.

And I have come to take you to
That paradise you seek
It's in a world you may not know
For your heartsight has grown weak.

The world that lives in here, you said
And pointed to your heart
The place that love has always been
Where we've never been apart.

And now we'll abide forever there
Where none can tear asunder
And you won't have to imagine me
Or ever have to wonder.

And I gave my hand and gave my heart
To the man that came that  day
Who walked out of my hopes and dreams
And here will always stay.

Kiss of Life

©by Voo

February 18, 2019
10:49 p.m.

When a Man Loves a Woman....The Great Percy Sledge

 

THE CATS IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD VOL 1

Every year is the Year of the Cat!!!

My sidekick and roving feline reporter, Roscoe Ratcatcher

REPORTING ALL THE NEWS THAT'S FIT TO PRINT.................OR NOT...........

THE CATS IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD DO THE ORDINARY THINGS CATS DO.......

                             

                                                    They go to the tanning salon................

                                  











They teach the ways of the Einstein..............

They play video games on those damn computers 24/7 instead of reading newsworthy articles like this one!!!!

Some of them are great hunters and chefs at local restaurants

Some are friendly receptionists.............................

However.........................

                                                                         

                               We're almost sure that there is a cold blooded killer among them....

                                              Especially since Sensei Wang Dang Doo went missing

The kids are alright as kids go.....

                                                 At least till bath time...........

If they get out of line, they go before Judge Pawker, the hanging judge

One little fellow is training to be an astronaut..............

Old Willie likes to hang out on dating sites and insult humans...............

Then there's Bruce, the paranormal expert who loves to pop up when you least expect it....

We never paid the local Meow Militia much mind until this poster started showing up on neighborhood telephone poles and on the internet.................Several of us started arming ourselves with bulldogs and laser light pointers....

Oh, some of them are quite talented. For instance, Snowball plays The Grinch every Christmas at the FELINE FUNHOUSE THESPIAN THEATRE.................

                                                MeatLoaf usually wins all the local bike-a-thons..............

and Garfield look-a-like contests

Huey, Duey, Looey, and Clyde do double duty as window washers and peeping toms......

Yesterday Donald was caught by his brother's cell phone sticking his tongue out at his mom.
(he is now grounded for six of his nine lives)

One of my personal favorites is the preacher cat, The Right Reverand Moochie Mewhard, who goes about casting the devil out of his fellow felines ......whether they need it or not...................

This guy is a Rock Star wannabe who practices falling backwards into mosh pits at any given opportunity. He can't sing or play guitar, he just.....falls

Here we have Manny Moo at the kitchen table yesterday after the Vet told his Mom to put him on a diet. Needless to say, Manny did not appreciate the carrot and Buttermilk Smoothie.....

Well, I think this hidden Cat Cam clears up any mystery of a killer loose in the neighborhood.

I wondered why I hadn't got a paper the last three days....................

Spockles has really been enjoying all the new Star Wars movies, he says but is fighting for a part in the next Star Trek franchise.............coming next summer from what I hear.  He said he's tired of all this Non-Human exclusion in Hollywood at the Oscars. He can walk a red carpet just as well as Lady GooGoo Ga Ga .......  Whatever

Local meowers, The JellyBellies performed the 

only song they know for the big charity event CATSRUS last night....

The song?  STUCK ON YOU by Lionel Richie

In other news..........bad brothers, Bob and BoDiddly have been up

to their old tricks, stealing toilet paper out of  any open bathroom 

windows they can find. Traces of it literally litter the whole neighborhood.

It's a crime and a shame how some cats turn out. But....at least it's not catnip.

Local businessman....er...cat, Bojangles Popeye Church explains his next fried chicken

 proposal to potential investors. It was later said that he did quite an impressive

PowerPoint presentation even though nobody knew how it ended because he threw up

a hair ball on the keyboard.............

Also, as a lesson to all the high schoolers....this picture was circulated amongst them all

Friday to remind them not to be like Jolly. Jolly won't eat anything if it's not in capsule form.

As most of you know,  General Bonkers went on live tv yesterday to try to calm the masses

after a huge UFO was seen hovering over Mrs. Bailey's back yard. It took out all of her bird feeders and seven squirrels. Please contact  General Bonkers at the Feline Flying Force HeadQuarters (the shed behind the garage on Baker Street) if you have any information. We  allegedly suspect Claude Jay, the kid who likes to build model airplanes and stuff but have no concrete proof.....

General Bonkers is offering a $25.00 reward and all the rats you can eat......which probably will preclude any humans turning him in.............

In closing this week.............just a friendly reminder, folks.......

Remember your feline friends...because they never forget a slight...........

We will return soon with more

 Cats In This Neighborhood News..............

until next time.....Farewell and Meow from your Oh, so Human Reporter.....
Voo Ima Standingby and the ever cool Roscoe Ratcatcher

psstttt!!!!!!!!!

(Man! I've got to find myself another audience!)

Midnight As Always rated um V er R uh VR mmmm it's hot in here, Ya'll

You Again by John Foxx

Midnight As Always

Midnight, as always

As she stands by my bed

In a gown of satin

Her soft skin silky smooth

As a baby's hand

But far beyond a baby's mode of touch.....

Her touch is like an angel's

But with claws

Claws that set my skin on fire

With their light but heavy strokes.

Strokes that turn longing into passion,

Needing into famine that must be fed,

Wanting into thirst that must be quenched

Lusting into livid, lascivious, luscious love.

Midnight, as always

Without a word, she comes

Bidden by my heart

And my flesh that's screaming

Screaming sounds that only she can hear.

I hear her quiet footstep...

The gown falling to the floor...

The sheets pulled back....

And her purring sigh

As she falls into my waiting arms.

Our bodies touch, tentatively like strangers

As the breath within our lungs falls into rhythm

We wait without speaking as heart pounds against heart

And her body bids me welcome into it's depths.

She is mine once more........

And I can exhale again as the night becomes alive

And the dream becomes reality

And the fantasy more than dream.

But always at midnight

Does she come

Not nine nor noon nor afternoon

But midnight, as always. Always.

For she is a creature of dream and hope

Conjured by my wayward, hungry heart,

My desire so deep, no mortal can conceive it,

My longing so dark and full of despair,

Only another such as I, may perceive it.

My sighs reach out to her in the darkness,

Call her name softly under my breath

And yet she hears me

And even though she may be a million miles away....

Dancing in another's stolen dreams.....

At midnight, as always.....as always......

She comes.

©by Voo

Feb 29, 2020

10:00 p.m.

💙

For the dreamer that told me this

and I wrote it   💓

I'm so bad