IT WAS THAT

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by Roy Todd

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It Was That

Dogwoods blooming by crystal streams

Twilight drifting past your shoulders

And touching my cheeks with starlight

We kissed our first kiss………….

It was that innocent, that special.

Mistletoe falling from Christmas trees

In a meadow draped white with snow

And decorated by angels

We danced our first dance………………

It was that breathless, that pure.

Cathedral bells chiming in the new year

In a golden city with silver streets

And champagne filling every mud puddle

We became one at our first joining………..

It was that beautiful, that forever.

And we breathed each other’s air

And walked upon one another’s feet

Arms entwined like ivy through lattice

With lips that sought no other mouth……………

It was our life, it was our love.

Van Gogh painted us,

Monet decorated our house,

Chopin wrote our love songs,

And Da Vinci was our teacher……………

It was our future, it was our history.

We grasped life with eager eyes

Living every moment

With our souls woven in wonder

Devouring love like bowls of bread………

And never getting filled.

Dandelions pushing through newly born grass

On a May day so golden the sun was singing

And wrapping the river in heated arms

We felt our first inkling……………..

It was that puzzling, that inconceivable.

And Autumn came

And the leaves did not turn orange and fall

The trees fell instead

And with them, all the colors in the world……………..

And left a canvas gray and without sun.

The gold of the dandelion

Turned to fragile wisps of fluff

Though the stem stood tall and straight

As long as it could stand…………..

And the winds came, dispersing all it’s glory.

What do you say when the book is finished?

When symphonies lapse into silence

And landscapes fall from their frames?

How do you recapture dreams that die at waking

And retrace steps that have vanished on the shore?

Dragons breathed upon me

And swept the sky of stars

The last rose wept and laid itself so gently on your heart

And every light blinked in the dark……………

And our house bowed it’s head.

Wildfires burning through emerald forests

Clear cut mountains that used to be green

Dust and ashes where there used to be life

We said our first goodbye………………….

It was that desolate, it was that sad.

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©By Voo

June 10, 2012

11:19 p.m.

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Run To Me

Run To Me

Don't run from Me but to Me

Don't go but yet draw near

Don't hide your face now from Me

Don't look on Me in fear.

Don't shout "Oh, God!" in anger

But call My name in love

Don't think I do not see you there

From where I live above.

Every day of your life is an integrity test

To see what character you build

You can't win the game by exalting your name

But only when to Me do you yield.

I have only such good thoughts about you

I have only true love for your soul

I have much success and so much I will bless

If you make serving Me your one goal.

My child, don't turn your back on Me

In this world of hate and harms

I wait to heal your aching heart

When you run into My arms.

©by Voo

Jan 13, 1998

a word the Lord spoke through me and to me

EASILY PLEASED AND AT THE SAME TIME DISCONTENT

Easily Pleased And At The Same Time Discontent

I am an enigma boiling in my own juice

Of confused red ripened heart

I think to myself in song-less rhymes

Unborn yet ageless in their need to be

And silently screaming, I shout down

Every faded gray wall within my soul

Until I fall into the newly broken day

There you are! I think. There you are!

And I reach forth

Tiny, outstretched fingers digging

Their way out of my being

To grasp the only thing that means anything

In this world to me

Or ever will:

The love I threw away

The love I still see shining on your face.

©by Voo

Jan 11, 2007

9:13 p.m.

face by Mark*

inspired by a line by Ebenezer Stone

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IN THE BACK OF A BLACK LIMOUSINE

  Other Days 

by Black Chamber

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 In The Back of a Black Limousine



I always wondered what went on
In the back of a black limousine
When I was a child, I watched in awe
As the “centipede” car inched it’s way
Down the street, hiding celebrities
And famous unknowns
Looking at my own curious little face
Reflected back 
In those dark tinted windows.

I was sure it was a movie star
(Aren’t they all?)
Some glamorous somebody
In gold lame’ and chinchilla fur
Rhinestone sunglasses
And men at her feet
Passing through our insignificant town
On the way to somewhere important.

Sometimes it was a gangster or a politician 
(Or both)
Hard to tell the difference
When you’re a child
Or a grown up
They all wore hats, smoked big cigars
And smirked in our faces as they passed us by
Tipping those hats in benevolence 
Before the windows zipped up in a flash.

One day a famous singer came through
And the crowds lined the streets
Trying to get a glimpse of his shiny white teeth
And his golden voice
We wanted his autograph.........
But all we got was a blasted recording
Of the latest big hit coming from the speakers
And a trail of his glossies flying out the windows
(I went home and burned his ole records
And tore up my fan club membership card.)

When I was older 
And the world had lost it’s silver sheen
I marched in peace marches,
Rebelled against everything and anything
Did sit-ins, stand-ins, lay-ins and sleep-ins
Carried homemade signs that changed daily 
According to my whim
For I was a sheep.............
(I was a rebel and a non-conformist
But still a sheep following a crowd of sheep)
But that soon got old
And I fell into convoluted conformity.

One day before I became jaded forever
A man in a black limousine
Stopped at the curb where I walked in a haze
Put down the window and concocting a smile
Asked me if I wanted a ride or a drink
And still fascinated by those big, long black limos,
Limping along in my tattered Flip Flops,
I hesitated with a quivering heart
Then climbed in and said yes to the man and his offer
(And the rest, as they say, bla bla bla bla..... is history.)

He took me to California
To New York and to Paris
His tanned greedy hands in my hair and my heart
Promising me paradise and giving me hell
I sang, I danced, I posed for the magazines
I laughed on cue and I cried on cue
I lived on cue and I died on cue
He cut and dyed my hair to gold
And he changed my name to Candy.

The audiences seemed to love me though
They gave me awards and legions of fans
Followed me everywhere that I went and was sent
Flashbulbs a-popping like the 4th of July
Blinding my eyes, even behind the dark shades
I blew them fake kisses and signed 8x10 glossies
Made myself thousands and my manager, millions
And traveled the world in a black limousine.

Champagne flowed and glasses clinked
Surrounded by roses and the smell of new money,
I was The Girl, the golden girl of the hour
With a string of new romances and none of them real
They made me all over until there was none of me left
My biography faked, my hometown now, changed
My name, my hair and even my face
And for ten long years when I looked in the mirror
I was always shocked at the face that looked back..

Every dog has its day, they say
And I guess I had mine
Or at least they told me I had it
It all went by in so much of a blur.........
Famous friends and Latin lovers,
Duets and dances with the cream of the crop
Laughing on the outside
Crying on the inside
Running to and away from
All at the same time.

My driver drives for hours
He never knows where we’ll end up
A seedy dive, or a Malibu beach
A cemetery full of matinee idols............
Or sitting and crying on an ex lover’s lawn
He never knows but he doesn’t care
He’s paid by the hour and he earns every cent.

Sometimes I have company
As we go on those drives.............
A famous politician, a mafioso don
A gigolo, a hanger on, a Wanna-Be new star
That fell down from the sky like I did
Into the hard hands of fate
I offer them no sage advice, I usually only listen
For that is what I’m good at..........
I have no opinions for I have learned
It’s wise to have no thoughts of your own
When someone is pulling your strings.

I like to drive through little backwater towns
Like the one I am from
Like the one I never went back to
After my kidnapping and meteoric rise
Plundered of innocence and curious dreams
I like to drive down Main Streets at noon 
And watch the residents stop and gawk
Wondering who's there behind the dark windows
Wondering what it’s like to be rich and famous
And important and glamorous with the world on her plate.

But mostly now, we drive by night
And past the night into dark mornings
I like to ride in rain and listen to the way
The tires sound on the shiny, wet streets
I like to put down the dark tinted windows
And let the wind blow back my regrown black hair
Sometimes I play the radio or listen to my old songs
But mostly, I ride in silence and wish I was loved
Occasionally flashing my movie star smile
At the startled faces of fans.

But here's an opinion that I'll always have
     and one that I want YOU to hear..............

Sometimes it’s good not to be too curious
Sometimes, you should look away and then let it go
Don’t wonder, don’t wish, don’t stop and don't stare
Let the motorcades pass on their way through your lives
And don’t envy the glory 
Of the pedestals of men...............................
We were born only humans, 
Not meant to be stars
Those cold, distant things birthed in dark, icy space
Shiny and lonely, blazing up to burn out 
Flashing brilliant like flashbulbs
In the faces of men
Sitting, waiting, in the back seats of black limousines.

©by Voo Shining Stone
Sept 11, 2010
5:34 p.m.

 Soul Suckers by Amos Lee

so apropos of this tale