Tuesday, May 2, 2017


In Winds of Dark Desire

through time and space

like cherry blossoms
falling from a tree
i bit the apple
of mad seduction
gave birth
to you and me.

there was no one

before you then
except a fantasy
no one
to hold me back
and say
"you belong to me."

so i plunged deep

into your eyes
further to your soul
that innerspace
of good and grace
weaved through
with hues of gold.


like a dying bird
like a dream
like a scorched red rose
had no voice to scream.

and at the bottom

of the fall
fell into your hands

I learned the ways

of love and lust
woman and of man.

now the two of us

walk through the world
like beings
from above
seeing this
hearing that
and tasting of sweet love.


we will not always be
the dream will end
through time and space
once more
we’ll slip and fall again.

like cherry blossoms

on a tree
are hearts
filled up with fire
so beautiful
so delicate
in the winds
of dark desire.

and though they bud

and though they grow
and their perfume
touches all
like you and i
and all who bloom
are born to fall.

©by Voo
April 14, 2012
3:19 p.m.

Monday, May 1, 2017


Death by Deja Vu

Remembering things
That have not come to pass
I drank the sands of time
In polished glass
In mirrored halls
On checker-boarded floors
I danced the waltz
In rooms that had no doors
And then by some degree
I could not say
I crawled beyond the night
Into the day
'Twas there in amber dawn
I saw the key
Held in the hand of one
Who looked like me
Floating just above
An azure pool
With veils that blew in winds
Of fire, yet cool
She looked at me
And smiled a taunting smile
Put out her hands
And held me for a while
I could not speak
There were no words to say
She read my thoughts
And whispering, slipped away
And as the morning came
I saw the stream
That wandered through the world
Within the dream
Mad and maddening,
Like ends that have no start,
The sun exposed
The hollows in my heart
I could not find the path
That leads to love
I could not grasp the hand
Within the glove
So I turned back
To seek the house of stone
From which I had escaped
And stood alone
And in my hand, a key
I had not found
Turned in an ancient lock
Without a sound
My house, my house
The place I knew so well
With towers high
And cellars deep in hell
The ballroom called to me
And off I ran
And the girl there in the mirrors,
Began her dance again.


©by Voo
September 13, 09
 3:13 a.m.