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RAINING ON THE NIGHT TRAIN






Raining On The Night Train


It was raining on the night train
As it hustled through the dark
Taking me away from sorrow
Moving closer to your heart


For so long, I’d lived without you
Missed the sweetness of your smile
Till I thought I’d just go crazy
Unless I spent a little while


In those arms so tightly muscled
In those eyes that drew me in
In those hands that felt like velvet
Saintly, with a touch of sin


I couldn’t stand it any longer
Called your number, found you home
Heard that voice so full of hunger
Say “Baby Girl, I’m all alone”


So I hurried, caught the last train
Watched the rain the whole night through
Wondering what I’d say at long last
When I laid my eyes on you




©by Voo
July 2, 07
midnight






https://soundcloud.com/user-780266601/raning-on-the-night-train3-0

                                 Voo reading the poem on soundcloud

REBIRTH PTS 1 AND 2









rebirth
part one






tracing the character lines down the contours
of your face (your scars of life, you called them)
my fingers feel a warmth there that does not
flare from your nostrils or show in your eyes,
those cold, dead things that, emotionless,
push me away despite the silent screaming
I hear echoing there in the recesses
of your soul, bouncing off the chasm
where your young heart once beat in time with mine….
I touch the earlobe of the ear that doesn’t listen
to me anymore and feel the pulse throbbing
in the neck that does not turn when I walk
into the room like it used to when I was beautiful.


loneliness grasps me in it’s cold hard hand
and tells me to leave you alone, to run back
to my room with it’s white sheeted bed and
tear soaked pillows and candlelight that burns
only to read by and I turn to go when
my hand falls upon the chest that my head has
lain upon a thousand happy times
a thousand lonely years ago and I feel no heartbeat….


for a moment, I hear no breath, I sense no life…
like you have finally exited the body that has lived
in this house with me all these silent, angry years. 
a sob escapes my throat and I, helpless, move to run for help…
it’s then your hand in rapid motion, grasps my wrist
and pulls me down, your eyes streaming with tears
your breath coming in great agonizing storm.


you terrify me with wordless fear I cannot comprehend
“I thought you were dead,” I whisper and you whisper,
“I was. I was”. and you hold me in a lover’s embrace
and cover my face with kisses, eyes new and fiery
with a passion that I have wept for in the darkness
down the hall. “Forgive me!” you cry and pull my head
down to the chest that now heaves with breath and life
and familiarity that moments ago seemed so alien….


“I looked at you,” you say softly and raise my head
to meet your eyes. “I looked at you and I saw how
beautiful you are and it took my breath away.”
“I’m a fool”, you say, “and I don’t want to lose you.
stay here in my arms and let me hold you all night.”
“No.” I answer firmly. “No, I won’t stay here with you.”


I let you drown in your confusion and heartbreak then
for a taste of what I have drowned in these countless days and nights
and then I take your hand and pull you to me, tasting your joy,
pull you down the hall and into the room full of candlelight,
into the white sheeted bed with it’s many pillows….
into the arms that welcome you back like you had never left them 
into a heart that once abandoned, breathes again and lives.







may 3, 2005
11 p.m.
©by Voo

                                                    continued  below.............






rebirth
part two



I lay my head upon your heart like I did when we were young
and new in the ways of love and you smile at me
with the smile of the man I used to know before
you became an unknowable stranger. I feel like I am suddenly 
born again, emerged from the tomb of lovelessness and grief
the candle burns low but even in the growing darkness
I watch you loving me, feel you healing me with your touch
as our tears mingle there without shame now face to face….


“I love you!” we say a hundred times as the long night fades
into the rising of a different day and the sun bursts out upon
me, half expecting to wake and find it all a lovely dream
but it is no dream, it’s real, I am real again and life
has resurrected the dead. The world spins and outside our windows,
day passes and turns again to night but still we lie here
lost in love and finding all that we had lost has been restored
my hands cannot stop touching you. I will never stop touching you!
so overwhelmed am I in this gift, this answered prayer, I cannot speak
but my heart speaks for me and your attentive ear listens to every word
I feel beautiful again and so alive, the days before seem like distant memories….


love gives us life, I think and you nod as though you heard my thought
the storm comes now with thunder rolling and lightning flashing
and we lie in the noise and watch the rain drops falling down in fury
washing away the dust, washing away the pain
if I must die, let me die in this moment of life, I think
this rebirth of love and completion of the circle begun so long ago
but I will not let you die again and leave me! I will not let you go 
back to that room down the hall entombed in memories
while I drown in my own tears so close to death and dreams undone….


no, I will stay here in your arms until tomorrow closes it’s doors and 
bids us goodbye forever. No more dying now but life enfolds us
and that is enough. I am happy. I know joy once more in my heart….
I feel you growing sleepy but I cannot go to that realm now
I only want to lie here watching you in the flash of storm
tracing the contours of your face 
and cherishing the warmth I still see there in your eyes.










To Make You Feel My Love 
 by Garth Brooks


WHEELS
























Wheels





You asked to hear my story and here it is:
My muse died in the year 1778 at eight o'clock 
'Neath the wheels of a wagon on a muddy dark road

I did not hear her scream but I felt her die
I felt her die because my soul sank into despair
And all my hopes fled from me and into ether

All the songs I'd never written, vanished
All the poems I'd never read, all gone and vanquished
All the dreams I'd never dreamed, died of their anguish


When the sun arose, the morning shined the news
And all the grimy townsfolk cried the blues
For there in tattered pieces, lay the muse

And I, in sorrow's cloak, and out of rhyme
Bade my horse go faster still than death
And on we rode through Time with bloodied wheels.






















©by Voo
Jan 29, 2010
9:44 p.m.



                            Neil Young.....Dead Man theme song.....love this song!!!







                                  Dead Man theme with Johnny Depp reciting poem




HOPE IN SMALL THINGS





Hope In Small Things




Life, like everything, goes round

On it's own terms
Spinning in invisible circles, moving
To unwritten, unheard music in God's head.

I guess I wanted it to be different somehow

For me to be somebody special
Like the people I see on the streets, maybe
Walking past me, talking to their friends.

I guess I wanted to know what it felt like

To be loved
To be treated every once in a while
Instead of tricked every bless'ed morning.

But nobody asked me

So I just make up my own life as I go
Music plays softly in the background of my soul
And sometimes I dance when nobody's watching.

I find hope in small things on occasion

Wisps of wonder, magic in motion
I thought someone almost smiled at me once
And I kinda smiled back behind my hand.

But it still feels like

I'm living somebody else's life
It's not working for me
Maybe it would work for you.

I'm not asking for the world

Just a taste of joy, a bite of happy
I could live on that for a thousand years
I could run off that till my feet fell off.

I'm starving to death

Pandering on these mean streets for love
Those hopeful moments
Come spaced farther and farther apart now.

But something inside me keeps whispering

Don't give up. Don't let this sorrow kill you
Keep looking for the small things that give you hope
For hope, like life, will surely come round again.

Oh, God, let it come round again.



©By Voo

December 30, 07

TWILIGHT LAST





















Twilight, Last



Twilight, last
We walked the paths
Of passion like the thunder
The tide of which
Rolled over us
And then it pulled us under.

The gold
To sapphire blue, it turned
The day
To evening hue
And all I felt was needing's grasp
And all I saw was you.

We stumbled
More than ran, to meet
As rain began to fall
And gathered love up
In our arms
And answered wanting's call.

The barn
With roof
Of battered tin
The hay strewn for our bed
Your arms, an offering in the cold
And pillow for my head.

And then
We kissed
And all the world
Began to fade from sight
As midnight captured twilight's blue
And morning captured night.

Twilight, last
We walked the paths
That today we may regret
We pass, discreet
On noonday street
Like our hearts have never met.

But soon
Wild wind
Will blow again
And the thunder's roar will call
And we'll go running down that path
And again, in love, we'll fall.   























©By Voo










HIS MOUTH













His Mouth





His mouth
Fascinates my eyes
Draws them there against their will,
Captures them, taunts them, holds them
Mesmerized.


I don’t know what it is
About that mouth
It rarely speaks, it only speaks
What it wills, his, not mine
For what I will, it will not say.


But when I walk away
From his unspoken words
My hopeless eyes fill up with tears
And before I can stop them
They turn me ’round to look at his mouth

Again.




©by Voo
May 08
for david