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Monday, August 29, 2016

MUSES WHEN THEY GO AWAY


Muses When They Go Away


Sitting at this keyboard with no melody in sight
No lyrics fill my troubled mind, my mouth just won't sing right
I got no thoughts worth thinking, no tales that I can tell
I could lie to you 'bout Heaven but the truth feels like I'm in Hell.

There's a broken record playing but it's so scratched up I don't know
What the blues man still is moaning but he's howling out my woe
There's a baby crying somewhere that his folks can't put to sleep
And I know just how he's feeling 'cause Lord knows I want to weep.

If I could, I'd make the sun shine, if I could I'd make it bright
But the dawning day didn't show up and now all I have is night
There's a raven at my window, there's a wolf out side my door
There's a silence drowning out the music that I can't hear anymore.

Since the love has gone from my life, since the life's gone from my love
I can't feel the hand that fit my hand like a hand that fits a glove
And my every waking moment and my every sleepless night
Is filled with songs that I can't sing and songs that I can't write.

(Lord, what's wrong with me? Tell me, what is wrong with me?
My Muse is gone and I'm all alone and there's no good that I can see
Lord, what's wrong with me? Good Lord, what's wrong with me?!
If you give me back my music, you can do what you want with me.)

There was a time I filled the pages with a thousand pretty words
There were songs I sang for the pretty girls and my heart knows that they heard
There were all those nights of love and all those days of joy
Now I walk the street on my wandering feet, just a bruised and broken boy.

My guitar sits there by itself, just leaning on the wall
The flute, the drum, the violin lay where I watched them fall
I hear them calling out to me like lonely little friends
But I cannot play them 'cause I don't know the way this sad song ends.

Where do Muses go where they go away? Where does the music go to die?
Is there a place down deep where they go to sleep or a sweet space in the sky?
If I could, I'd write about it, if I could, I'd sing a song
But every note I'd play would just go astray and the words would come out wrong.

If there's still one thing I'm sure of, if there's still one thing I know
That as much as I need your sweet love, that I need to let you go
As my fingers touch the keyboard and my voice rises in my throat
I feel the song rush through me and I'm amazed at what I wrote.

(Lord, what's wrong with me? Tell me, what is wrong with me?
My Muse is gone and I'm all alone and there's no good that I can see
Lord, what's wrong with me? Good Lord, what's wrong with me?!
If you give me back my music, you can do what you want with me.)

Do what you want with me
You can do what you want with me
Send my Muse back with her music
And you can do what you want with me.

Want with me....want with me
Do what you want with me........
Send my Muse back with her music
and do what you want with me................

by Voo
Aug 29, 2016
1026 p.m.


written just now
on this keyboard
on this blog


For my friend Terry W. Elliott





Thursday, August 25, 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 above


wonderful soundtrack that goes with it


Birth of a Legend




ORPHAN



My favorite song....A Place Called Love
by Johnny Reid
I hope that place exists



Orphan



Outside looking in, I stand
Like an orphan at a window
Gazing in at happy scenes
And families 'round the room.

Is there no one to look out at me
At my little lonely face?
Why is my smile un-welcomed
And my hand untouched and shunned?

Though years have passed and I’m now grown
I’m still outside that window
Still an orphan looking in
Still waiting to belong.

I feel like a bit player
In the movie of my life
With someone else in the starring role
While I’m standing in the background.

I’m a footnote in a dusty book
With my name upon the cover,
An unsung song, a passing thought
And a poet under ground.

Not all artists find fame at death
(Nor do I want to be known then)
If I cannot know the taste of love
While I walk upon this world.

I only want a taste of it
A little taste
A little light shining in the window
When I get to my home.

A little touch upon my back
When I am tired
A little crumb of the bread of love
In this famine that is my life.

A family,
A love to love
A face to call my friend
That’s all, that’s all, that’s all I ask.

My well has run dry and my soul is in drought
I have given much out and received little back
I am dry, I am dry, Lord, I am so dry
Like the Sahara in the summer.

I have suffered for my art
And now my art has become my fortress
I am a book that no one reads
And nobody understands.

The wallflower standing at the back of the room
While the dancers feel the music
Invisible and un-noticed
Like the paisley on the walls.

The third wheel, an unwanted guest,
The object to maneuver around
With no one bothering to wonder and see
If the object should have a soul.

I have no birthdays to celebrate now
For all the people that knew I was born
Are gone
I’m just a number now and a unpaid bill to pay.

I was born an orphan
A foreign thing in a family full of strangers
Be quiet! Hush! Get out of the way!
Why can’t you be like the others?

Did you not see
How badly I wanted to be like the others?
Mother, could you never hear
How desperate I was to be heard?

I have been quiet all my life
While crying and shouting and screaming inside
Like a butterfly too weak
To break out of it’s cocoon.

I am so tired of being invisible
So tired
So tired of waiting for the tide to turn
And the miracle that waits ’round the corner.

I was born in the wrong era, I guess
Two hundred years ago, I wouldn’t know
That the phone only rings
Because it’s a wrong number.

Two hundred years ago,
I wouldn’t wait and wonder
Why there wasn’t a letter
In the mail box for me.

I wouldn’t know
But now in ways, I can no longer count
My rejection, my un-needed-ness
Surrounds me like a fun house mirror.

I know I am written on the palm of my God
And someday I will know the love I do not know now
And someday I will be among the millions
And still be loved as if an only child.

But that is then and this is now
And now I want, I crave, I yearn, I burn, I need
A taste of that, that I can only just imagine
A little drop of rain on the desert of my heart.

A little taste
For this little orphan
Standing at the window watching
For someone to notice me.






©By Voo
April 14, 2011
11:14 p.m.

Invisible

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 often as not, we'd take off in to the woods
Exploring trees and birds and bees and 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 and 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 between 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 I felt your lips on mine
And the desperation made our determination grow bolder with the 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!!!

THE LOST MAN'S JOURNEY POEM W/VIDEO OF IT BEING READ BY THE HUMAN VOICE


The Lost Man's Journey  by Voo

my poem as  dramatically  read by my friend, Mark Anthony Games  aka The Human Voice  from across the pond
close your eyes and let him take you to another time and place.
This one has an almost Lord of the Rings feel to it........










The Lost Man’s Journey





We were dreaming on tired feet
Running through thick gray clouds of ancient fog
Emerging from nightmare
And tasting of wine gone sour
My brother and I.

(Looking for you)

(Journeys are like lives
They never seem to end
And then they come to sudden halt
Whether fulfilled or left without harbor
Lost on the pathways and looking for light.)

Over mountain and stream
And valleys of mysteries
We stumbled without word
Or thought for the dawn
Of any cold sun that would rise without you.

(As we searched the world for your face)

How long we searched,
I do not know
I do not remember the nights
Lying in darkness with tears in my eyes
I do not remember because I do not dare.

You were there in the mist
Ethereal and ghostly, beckoning me
As you always have, with your angel’s smile
And a heart full of promise
That no man can read.

(You, with the water that quenches my thirst)

I barely remember the days
Dry, hot, cold, endless
Sunrise, sunset, twilight and morning
My brother scowling, as he scanned the horizon
Looking for reasons to keep moving forward.

We killed the men there on the road
Men who said they knew you
Men who smiled their last sad smiles
As they talked about your kiss
We killed them and we left them where they lay.

(Lives undone by the softness of your touch)

My hands were wearied of the sword
Wearied of the bow
Wearied of the dusty feet I walked on
And fearful of the journey’s end
Whatever that might be.

My brother sang
When he thought I was asleep
In the darkness of midnight
‘Neath the canopy of trees
He did not know I listened with heavy heart.

(A heart that holds no one but you)

In emerald forests, we found our food
Creatures, wild and wandering from home
They, and we, meeting on deadly grounds
That lead to extinction
And gave us strength for another day.

In strange noon darkness, we found the place of Shadows
That linger in the shades of time
Haunted things that had no recognition
That we were men,
But only other Shadows to be passed.

(Sometimes we wondered if you had crossed their paths)

Feminine forms, oft caught our eyes
From time to time
But only for a moment,
For we had no time to waste on borrowed lips
Even when they smiled with taste of honey.

Even when they reminded us of faded days,
Of home with evening fire and smell of bread,
Soft pillows and warm blankets
And nights beneath the stars
In arms of love.

(Those arms I needed to welcome me again)

My brother is a hard, hard man
At least to me
Older, wiser, with quiet eyes and quieter mouth
He did not share his thoughts
Nor complain about the journey.

The plan was made, the quest was given
And off we set,
Looking for the wayward woman
Who chose to run
Who brought dishonor upon our family name.

(Who took my heart and carried it as she ran)

Through thunderstorm we walked in rain,
Sunlit days as gold as glory,
The nights as black as windows down in hell
Trudging onward toward the great unknown

(And fighting sick despair within our souls)

We came upon a village fair
Children running, and sounds of laughter
Out of the fog, houses appeared
Tall sunflowers and barking dogs
Smells of cooking and sparkling skies.

(And there, upon the wind, we smelled your fragrance)

My heart, a racing, foolish thing
That leapt in hope
I searched the way for sight of you
Even as the bitter fury filled my face.

My brother’s eyes, unreadable and hooded
Looked back at me,
Nodded once, and hurried through the morning,
Through the trees, with dagger in his hand.

(Toward the sound of laughter that would fade away like dreams)

My courage failing,
Hesitation slowed me
Each step a hundred thousand deaths
Each heart beat, forty more
I walked as though a dead man, there in my brother’s dust.

What I would find, I did not know
What I would do, did not foresee
For I had not thought farther than
Your face, my only treasure
Shining once again upon the world.

(The treasure you had taken back as you forsook your vow to me)

A man lies dying by a garden gate
His blood, a crimson pool, mixed with regret
His mouth is opened, stunned, in disbelief
His hand is empty, reaching out
For a hand he thought was his.

How many men have reached for you, I wonder
How many dead and dying, for the wanting of your love?
I cannot think of that, now that you are near me
A wounded animal, I crash the door
With a raging, mad desire.

(And the dreams of all the old days coming back to life)

Your sweet voice beguiling
And pleading for mercy,
Your eyes catch my own as I stop, as in trance
Over his shoulder as his arms gather round you
My brother, your husband, with his arms hard as steel.

The journey ends
Without succor and no harbor
Finding you, I am tethered now to shadows
Like the Lost Ones encountered
On the road to your door.

(And all I can think of is your mouth upon mine)

Kissing your face, my brother smiles,
Perhaps for the first time in memory
“Never leave me.” he says in your ear
As you tear your eyes from me
Laugh, and shake back your hair.

“Never again.” I hear you whisper
Promising a wild heart that belongs to no man
I cannot look away, I cannot breathe,
Your eyes hold me tight as he gathers you tighter
Your lips, sweet as wine, tease with a smile like the sun.

(As I wonder how I ever thought him wise)

And I still believe that there’s a way
Beyond the mists, beyond the dust of yesterday
For me and you, my brother’s wife, locked in his arms
Until the dagger finds it’s mark
And the sun goes dark forever.

Returning home, I do not dream, I do not sleep, I do not speak
No wine can ease my pain or mend my soul
I eat no food nor does my brother offer it
And when we reach the place of Shadows,
He does not notice when I fall behind.

(No longer a man, perhaps I’ll find you there.)








©by Voo
June 1, 2010
2:30 a.m.