The Red River In Me

 

WAR

War

Measures, counter measures, wounds and scars

Systematic, problematic, ordnance of war

Weaponry, battlefields, dropping of bomb

Cannon balling, name calling, will victory ever come?

Knives to the back, bullets to the head

Bayonets to the side, stabbing until dead

Underwater, overwater, flyby attacks

Night vision goggles helping to track.

Walking and stalking, following to see

Where the opposition goes to and where he might be

Interrogation, torture, tears of grief and pain

Marching mile upon the mile crying in the rain.

Wounded deep but not too deep

To go to God above

The war that started the day we met

On the battlefield of love.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 16, 2004 

2 p.m.

Your Love Stays With Me

You're Not Alone

You're not alone

Although you feel

That life and love

Is hardly real.

You're not alone

I feel your pain

I see you crying

In the rain.

You're not alone

Angels above

Look down on you

Through clouds of love.

You're not alone

The earth below

Keeps track of steps

Each place you go.

You're not alone

The oceans cry

And rush to shore

When you pass by.

You're not alone

Just think you are

You see a black sky

I see a star.

You're not alone

You'll never be

I'm in your heart now

And you've got me.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 2, 08

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: BLACK LIKE THE NIIGHT

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: BLACK LIKE THE NIIGHT: Black Like The Night . . She wore black like the night Downtown in that little dive of darkness I watched her from my bar stool;...

What Was Can Be Again

 

What Was Can Be Again....................

                            

The past is dead but still alive in it's haunting, lingering way

We see tomorrow coming up while it is yet today

We think of things that we must do and things we should have done

And groan to think of work and toil when we could be having fun.

The little boy becomes a man, the man becomes a boy

Sitting in his rocking chair, bereft of childhood's toys

The little girl becomes a mother with children of her own

And then they leave to parents be and leave her all alone.

Cause and effect, response, react, reflexes unaware

We huddle closer to our heart to find some comfort there

The memories quiet in our minds till called to take us back

To happier days where we try to stay till the present's whip is cracked.

The days when we were beautiful, the days when we were loved

We treat those photographs like gold and hold them with kid gloves

We tell ourselves those days were real and these are but a dream

And sadly look in aging eyes knowing we 're not what we seem.

The lovers in us yearn for love, the singers, for the song

The painters long for palettes full and murals ten miles long

The teachers in us need to teach the lessons that we know

Could help the young still having fun to spare them from our woe.

But lessons learned must come from life and pain and joy and sorrow

We cannot hold to yesterday grasping for tomorrow

We cannot keep what pulled itself from our tightly clenching hands

They must be empty of all that was......... so that it can be again.

©By Voo

August 27, 2005

2 a.m.