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

MY SISTER KATHY'S ARTWORK VIDEO MADE BY BEAR

          My Sister Kathy's Artwork video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjJbIl3AzI4

                        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)

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.

SEVEN BRIDGES TO HOME

  Seven Bridges To Home  


The first bridge to Earth from Heaven
And life that must be lived
To learn and grow and much to know
Like how to take and give.

The second bridge from child to adult
And maturing, growing tall
Seeing what is good and bad
But never learning all.

The third bridge seeking for the One
Who gives that life to you
And giving that life back to Him
The God of Good and True.

The fourth bridge takes you to the world
And all that it may offer
The game of fame and making a name
And money in the coffer.

The fifth bridge stretches for many
And seems at times so long
While life slows down and foot steps falter
And you begin to long for Home.

The sixth bridge is a tiresome trek
You pray for strength and breath
You feel again like a helpless child
Unprepared for life and death.

But oh, the seventh bridge awaits!
And on that distant shore
Stands the Son of Man where life began
And calls you Home once more.

The seventh bridge, the seventh day
The day of joy and rest
The ending of the long long journey
The seventh and the best.

And at the end of the seventh
When you think there's no more to see
An eighth bridge appears to a new world of no tears
And you'll walk into Eternity.






by Voo
first poem of new year
Jan 21, 2016
3:07 p.m.