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Monday, October 10, 2016

I Am The Crow










I AM THE 

I am the crow that scarecrows flee from
Falling over their feet of straw
Losing handfuls of their dusty brains
Out among the ruins of cornfields dead and dying
But still inhabited by ghosts.

I am the crow that junkyard dogs howl at
As they run away in terror from the paleness
Of my face
For they know the truth: I am no ordinary crow.

I am the crow that love glances at
In midnight pools of moonlight
Screaming it's horror into my eyes
And crushing my still beating raven black heart.

For love alone knows above all things
That flee from me: This crow is not of this world
Does not belong, is not wanted here
And never shall be.



©by Voo
March 25, 06 12:46 p.m.



For Mark
whose creative face you see on this page


wonderful soundtrack that goes with it


Birth of a Legend
play while reading poem


Thursday, August 25, 2016

WHISTLING IN THE DARK







Whistling in the Dark

I whistled for you in the dark because that was our sign
That and the tiny candle spark between your house and mine
For many years from childhood's dawn till present day and now
That whistle brought my love to me without me ever knowing how.

At midnight by the hollow tree by full moon's yellow rising
You'd meet me there and pull my hair and I'd laugh at your surprising
We'd whisper all our secrets then and tell the day's events
And share our hearts and minds and souls till the velvet night was spent.

Those souvenirs from carnivals, those roses from the garden
We'd fight like silly kids sometimes, then beg one another's pardon
My brother didn't like your brother, my grandpa hated yours
But you and I were peas in a pod, of that much we were sure.
A boy and girl born in the world and trying not to grow
Like other people that we knew and didn't want to know
We promised oaths and swore on notes signed with two drops of blood
That till we died we'd guard and guide forever if we could.
Those crazy, hazy summer days down by the fishing hole
I'd sneak and meet you afternoons, carrying my pole
Sometimes we'd fish but oft as not, we'd take off in the woods
Exploring trees and birds and bees but always being good.

When evening'd come, I'd run back home and face my mother's wrath
And cry my phony little cry while behind my hand I'd laugh
And after supper, I'd go to bed to pretend to read my book
Then whistle for you in the dark and meet you by the brook.

One night I met you just like always though we never had a plan
And on that night with second sight I saw you as a man
And you saw me with silken hair and dewy eyes that shone
With love for you forever true, for you and you alone.

We didn't understand the change, we didn't know just how
But the little boy and girl were gone and sweethearts were we now
And in the midnights we would meet, for the days had lost their charms
My whistle in the dark would bring you running to my arms.

Such teen-aged angst we suffered through, such hellish longing pain
In snow and sleet we two would meet, in moonlight and in rain
Those sweet, long years we carried on, our secret safe, we thought
Then came the day, fate looked our way and in the lantern's glow, were caught.

My brother beat you half to death, or at least it seemed to me
Your grandpa dragged you by the arm but you smiled at me so bravely
We couldn't make them understand, we couldn't make them feel
The love we shared, still innocent, was nonetheless, so real.

For weeks, we saw not one sad glance pass 'tween your eyes and mine
So closely did they watch us then, we dared not give our sign
Then I couldn't stand it anymore, I didn't want to live
Without your lips there on my hair, I had nothing left to give.

I crept out in the still of night while the household was asleep
But I couldn't whistle one note because all I could do was weep
Then I felt your arms around me and your trembling lips on mine
And the desperation made our determination grow bold with the lost time.
We ran away that night together, we ran so far away
We ran till nights and days passed into other nights and days
And all our days were spent together, all our lives were spent
And now I sit alone and wonder where all that sweet time went.

You didn't mean to leave me here, you didn't mean to go
You kissed me like you always did and then you turned to show
That little grin you always gave me and said you'd be back soon
But your spirit left that worn out body and went sailing past the moon.

Past the sun and Milky Way, the planets out in space
Up to Heaven and left me here remembering your face
Remembering our childhood days, our teen-aged rebel nights
I look for you at every turn but you are not in sight.

I'm going back to my old hometown to see what I can see
My folks are gone and I'm alone and no one remembers me
I'm going to the fishing hole, I'm going to the brook
I'm going to my old bedroom full of dusty unread books.

And now here I sit on the window seat in the old home place once more
The threadbare curtains blowing back in my room on the second floor
I light a candle for a moment and wave it, throwing spark
And all night I cry, telling you goodbye and whistling in the dark.













©by Voo
December 7, 2004 10 p.m.


WHY CAN'T MAGIC LAST FOREVER?







WHY CAN’T MAGIC LAST FOREVER?



WHY CAN’T MAGIC LAST FOREVER?
WHY MUST IT ALWAYS GO AWAY?
WHY CAN’T SCIENTISTS FIND A FORMULA
TO MAKE THE MAGIC WANT TO STAY?

BUT TELL ME, WOULD IT STILL BE MAGIC?
IF IT WAS JUST A DAILY THING?
IF WE DIDN’T WEEP SOMETIMES NOW
WOULD WE EVER WANT TO SING?

I THINK THAT MAGIC IS FOR MOMENTS
AND THE OTHER STUFF’S FOR DAYS
MAYBE MAGIC WOULD NOT BE SPECIAL
IF IT NEVER WENT AWAY.


©BY VOO
long ago and far away

Sunday, August 21, 2016

MY SISTER KATHY'S ARTWORK VIDEO MADE BY BEAR



          My Sister Kathy's Artwork video


                        My dear sister Kathy's amazing art work as done to some great classic music. It's so peaceful and beautiful...............I hope you love it as much as we do. The video work was done by Bear, Kathy's nephew who did a wonderful job on it.  enjoy!!!

LINDA AND J.T. MAKE A HIT RECORD VIDEO BY ME



J.T. and Linda make a hit record
by Voo
song by J.T. and Linda (SpiritSong)






Saturday, August 20, 2016

A THOUSAND KNIVES

A Thousand Knives


Beyond darkness,
Unforgiveness shouts
Like a thousand knives

Forgetfulness, 
Soiled beneath memories,
Creaking, lying………

I feel terror,
Torment,
Loneliness,

My lover
Is an angry mob.



©by Voo
June 28, 2011
10:10 p.m.

HANDS OF FIRE






Hands of Fire 


I took the fire in my hands
Blew upon the blaze,
Clasped it to my hungry heart
And upwards I did gaze.

My mind was full of worry
My soul was full of woe,
My body was a tired thing
That did not want to go.

But down within, my spirit man
Stood up and said goodbye,
Waved farewell to the slaves of hell
And every scheme and lie.

They didn’t want to let go
They screamed their angry screams,
They threatened to make nightmares
Out of all my dreams.

And though their threats were frightening
And my flesh fought hard to flee,
I didn’t let them see my fear
Or weakness within me.

I turned not to the right or left
I kept my face like flint,
I felt the fire consume me
Though I was not burned or bent.

The devils howled in terror
The demons crawled away,
But the fire they feared, that holy fire
Refined me there that day.

My flesh began to crumble
My soul sought to submit,
My spirit grew to ten feet tall
And my mind was awed by it.

No more a faithless, worthless worm
No more a dirty rag,
My inner man, the eternal me
Stepped out of that worn bag.

And as I stood and watched it die
My mouth began to praise,
My eyes began to see the plan
Designed in ancient days.

And all my soul was quieted
And all my heart was healed,
And all the false things in my life
Fell off and became real.

I burned and burned as I drank deep
Of the new wine in the cup,
I burned when I ate of the bread
And I did not burn up.

I walked the world in flames of fire
That shot out of my eyes,
My heart, a wounded thing made whole
That heard the whole world’s cries.

And even now, as I write this
I must, of God, inquire,
How can I hold this paper here
When my hands are on fire?

I long to lay them on the heads
Of lost and dying men,
To show them hope in hopelessness
And make them live again.

I want to im-part what I’ve learned
To unbelieving fools,
Share with them the joys of life
Equip them with new tools.

I need to take them to the well
And bid them to drink deep,
Break their chains of dark despair
And give them keys to keep.

I desire to give this holy fire
That burns now higher still,
To man and woman, boy and girl
And whosoever will.

I’d give my life for others
If others my life could save,
I’d pull them out with my own hands
From the coldness of the grave.

This fire that’s shut up in my bones
Bids me to preach and teach,
This fire in my heart and hands
Bids me to seek and reach.

I yearn to touch the untouchables
And make them clean and new,
Watch the dross burn out of the gold
May I share this fire with you?


©by Voo Shining Stone


EVIL LAUGHS WHILE HOLINESS CRIES







Evil Laughs While Holiness Cries



What is this thing that turns the heart?
That makes the brightest eyes go dark?
That steals the innocence out of the soul
And makes the wealth of the world it's goal?


What is this rot that creeps in the garden?
That demands a life sacrifice and never gives pardon?
That uglies the beauty and disdains the sweet
While craving the worship and kissing of feet?


What is this wretched, wretched woe
That spreads it's death every where it can go?
That laughs in delight when a soldier falls dead
And howls at the nightmares that live in the head?


It is evil, pure evil, the bane of mankind
The destitute, driven, despairing and blind
Power of darkness, and Lucifer's ploy
To rid all the planet of it's solace and joy.


And while it laughs in the face of the dying
Holding onto the rope that it's ever untying
There is holiness here that is watching with eyes
And while evil is laughing, that holiness cries.


Cries to the Heavens for mercy and grace
For tears to be wiped from each sad human face
Cries for the homeless, the poor and the lame
Weeps for the wounded, the lost and un-named.


Holiness living and breathing in men
Who've turned from the evil and seduction of sin
Holiness falling from the Heavens like rain
To revive us and make us into His image again.


Holiness from God, that invisible thing
That flows from His throne and His unending spring
To the hearts of the people that from evil have run
To the arms ever outstretched and the love of His Son.


That holiness bids us to righteously live
And flee from the foolishness that evil will give
To reach out in mercy and touch in His name
To give Him the glory and evil the blame.


For that evilness came from a realm so dark
It killed all the love in Lucifer's heart
It turned his soul into stone and to pride
And all of his beauty and blessedness died.


And in God's face, he shook his fists
And his musical voice became a hiss
As he watched his pure light begin to flicker and dim
He laughed, "I'll take all of His beloved from Him."


And from that day, in evil's grasp
He's turned bright futures to blighted pasts
And men that love that hated lie
Have laughed with him even as they die.


But holy tears and holy cries
Can break through barriers to Heaven's skies,
Dispatch the minions that evil sends
And reach the cold, dead hearts of men.


For holiness is of the Father most High
The power and presence that no mortal can buy
But His Spirit gives freely of that presence and power
To the forgiven, made righteous, in the Earth's darkest hour.


We do not laugh now, our heads are bowed
We've been so humbled, we've appeared so cowed
We've hidden ourselves from the world and it's pride
While evil was laughing and holiness cried.


But one sweet day, the tide will turn
And the realm of darkness will blaze up and burn
And all that laughed then will be mourning, condemned
But holiness still, will be crying for them.




©by Voo
Feb 22, 2014
10:35 p.m.