ATTICS OF THE RICH

Attics of The Rich

(a nonsense must read blog posted on

 November 32nd)

Cricket bats at the ready, boys!

We gotta clean out the attics of the rich

And decipher kryptonite particles

Written in the tea leaves of Cypress

Before it is too late.

Go on now, go on!

Ain't no sense being stubborn

Mules got souls, too, I know that

But you turkeys 

Gonna end up on somebody's plate come Thursday.

I got me a cannon 

On the top of that hill

I'm gonna light it up and fire it

At Jupiter one of these hot damn days

You just watch me out of your blind eyes!

Weasels! Weasels! Everywhere!

Just look at 'em! Wearing lil ole heels

And mink coats and mini dresses

Made out of mp3 players

And fine copper wires.

I says to my buddy the other day

I says: Hambone, where you think we goin'?

And he says: I don't know 'bout you, Plumber

But I'm goin' to sleep!

And I says: Well, bring me back a souvenir.

Rose, my baby Rose, (you know the one)

She smile all the time and it make me suspicious

She even smile when she cryin'!

I bought her a turquoise Thunderbird to drive herself crazy in

But she put it in a blender and made one of them smoothies.

Did ya'll see that news story the other day?

'Bout the end of the 5th dimension

And the ramifications of the non-totalitarian be-bop society

And the effects of Popsicle dreams on a left handed 

Son of a moonshine maker in Rockport, Cali-sumthin-er-nuther?

It gonna be the death of us all

The death of us all, I tells ya!

That and peanut butter left out in the sun

And shooting stars lying all over the ground

For kids to trip over and make airplanes out of.

But back to the attics of the rich

That's my call in life

I know that now. Me and my baby, Rose

Gonna clean out all them attics with cricket bats

And settle down in Whynot, Mississippi and sell gorilla cookies.

Uh huh. Sho 'nuff, we are. You just watch!

Gonna sell us enough gorilla cookies

To get our own attic.

             

  

                                      

©by the twisted Voo

Nov 4, 07

THE GREAT SCHEME OF THINGS for Professor Lance Strate

The Great Scheme of Things



Words don't fail him but sometimes thoughts
Are suspended in his head like helium balloons
Full of ideas, hopes, wishes, prayers
They pop in out of the ethereal
Out of the indigo blue and with a certainty
That almost frightens.

The world speaks to him in quiet voices
Unknown tongues that are somehow familiar
Pleas rise up to his ears from the forests
The green grass calls his name
As though he were a friend
And the rivers pay respect.

This land he exists in, survives in, lives in
Is a precious commodity to his soul
Sometimes it's easy to forget
With all the clamoring chatter of technology
Just where you came from
Until clear reality slaps you in the face.

But in his dreams, he sees the new born mountains
Hears the eagle's cry and rushing waters
Feels the breath of morning wind
Wash his face as innocent
As his beloved baby boy
And he remembers what is real.

Education is a wonderful thing, he thinks
But what really matters
Is the freedom to think in the silence of peace
Turn off the world, turn off the phone, turn off the news
And bask in the wonder of a rainbow filled sky
To gather his family in the ark of his arms.

The world has come so far!
And has so far to go!
He wonders if he'll see it come to it's fruition
Whatever that may be.........
But in the meantime, there are plans to be made
Work to be done, bridges to build.

Friends to be met, songs to be sung
Poetry to be written and dreams to be dreamed
What really matters cannot be found within four walls
Inside a box of computer chips, cell phones, fibre optics
Virtual reality, nanotechnology, holograms and milligrams
In the great scheme of things, those things matter little.

He knows what matters
He sees it in his children's faces
The smile on the lips of his wife
The giggles, the fun, the yelp of the dog
The laughter that makes the sun
At the end of a rainy day.

Life is hard
But life
Can be beautiful
If you make it so
And he makes it so
He makes it so.

©By Voo
September 23, 07
For Professor Lance Strate
As promised.

WARRIORS OF THE WAY Episode One serial story to be made into movie

WARRIORS OF THE WAY EPISODE 1 
                     
A story started on an online website and working toward it's finish. Populated with the names

and characters of my many online friends...................
I have written many chapters already. If interest is shown, I will post more,

PLEASE READ AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK..........YOU MAY END UP IN THE BOOK, SCREENPLAY AND MOVIE

                                                    
WARRIORS OF THE WAY, EPISODE ONE

BY VOO JULY 27, 2005

STARSHINE IS LOST TO ME

      I awoke to find a flower crushed underneath my cheek. I had not noticed it when I lay down the night before but then I had been too tired and too grief stricken to notice anything but the aching in my heart. I had walked for many miles, having lost my horse to the bite of a viper on the hillside far behind me. Starshine. Black as midnight with a white star shaped mark on his neck and star shaped sprays of white on his two front legs. A magnificent horse, my childhood companion, my best friend.

 His death had come as a great shock and one that I wondered in my loneliness if I would ever overcome. How had I been so careless? How had he? We both had ears and eyes like hawks and had never been attacked unawares in all our years together. Perhaps in our weariness of long journeying we had become fatigued and let down our guards, having taken our protection for granted much too long. How could I ever forgive myself? 

     The viper had appeared out of nowhere, long and fat and golden hued, like no snake I had ever seen. I had dismounted Starshine and was climbing to the top of a tree to scan the horizon when it happened. The horse made no sound, gave no cry for help, raised no alarm. When I had made my way back down the tree, taking my time and humming a melody I had heard in the last village we had passed through, I jumped down laughing and shouted, "Starshine, my friend! I have spotted a lush green field for thou to graze ......."

And there I saw him, still as death itself, his sweet eyes closed and no breath coming from his nostrils. Lying on his sleek, black rump, there coiled the viper, it's cold, intelligent eyes looking at my expression, almost, it seemed, in mocking amusement. I felt a tremor go through my body as I stood frozen in disbelief and anguish.

 "Hh..h.how?" I gasped in a tiny whisper of voice, feeling for the first time in years like a helpless child. The viper stretched out to it's full length and struck Starshine behind his unhearing ear as if to answer then turned his yellow eyes back to me and disappeared from sight. Finding my feet and voice, I sank to my knees beside my faithful friend and sobbed until I could sob no more. I wept until his silky mane was soaked with tears and I had caressed his beautiful face and flanks a thousand times. I had never felt so alone. 

     I didn't know how to say goodbye. I refused to say goodbye. The morning with it's azure skies and golden sun so full of promise became my heart's saddest day. I hated the tree I had climbed, the hill on which it stood, the land in which it grew. But most of all and more than anything I had ever experienced, I hated that viper! I swore vengeance on the creature and made no apology for it. Fury flowed through my veins like lava, shut down my mind and took my soul on a journey I had never made before: to the dark side of myself. 

                                   

    During that journey, I would learn to distrust, to fear, to question all that I had been taught. To walk alone, to love and to know a different, more terrifying kind of heartbreak. I would lose my faith and find it again in strangers and places I did not know existed. Worst of all, I would learn that I could not trust my own eyes or ears or heart. For, from that day forward, nothing would ever be as it appeared. Nothing. Not even the person that I had always imagined myself  to be. Everything changed after the encounter with the snake. Light became dark, the familiar became strange, the tangible, intangible and the road I traveled on, a seemingly never ending quest to find understanding of the mysteries. But the world would never be the same. Everything changed for me at the tree.

TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE TWO....................