Whispers Be Damned

 Whispers Be Damned

Whispering in the shadows,

I know it's you

Head bent low so I can't see

The gleaming of your eyes,

The curve of your lips,

The impish smile they wear 

Only for me.

You walked away

When things were good,

When love was sweet,

Our yearning was immeasurable,

Our dreams meshed,

And making love was like

A never empty basket full of luscious ripe fruit.

Or maybe, it was me

I don't remember

But we parted

In the midst of paradise found,

Connections that had been made so complete,

And our mouths drinking thirstily

Of the wine of our sweet love.

Then the whispers began,

The jealous hearts

With pointed fingers

And untrue tales of guile

They spoke of deeds

We had not done

And beds we had not lain in.

And our two hearts

Were torn apart,

Ripped and ravished

By lust and lies

Savaged by the fiends and fools

Who could not stand

To see us smile.

But we were the fools

That believed the lies,

Swallowed the unsavory,

And listened to the lurid

While all the while,

Our souls warned us

To close our ears to slander.

No more whispers for us then 

On silken pillows,

No more laughter in the rain,

No more "I love you's" 

Just because

No more loving

In the night.

But there you stand

In the arms of darkness,

Wanting to hold me

But afraid to try

And here I stand on an empty sidewalk

Wanting to cry out

But afraid to cry.

I know you see me, pausing there

Feeling your form

With arms full of longing,

Kissing your lips

With mouth full of hungry,

Hesitation holds us back,

Fear binds us with velvet ropes.

And then you say my name

In a whisper that becomes a shout,

A shout that becomes a torrent, a torrent that becomes a river,

And a river that becomes an ocean

Stepping out of the shadows, you pull me into your arms, 

Not caring who sees, not fearing who hears,

Once more, connected...........

And  whispers be damned.

©By Voo Shining Stone

Nov 2020

A Quiet Place instrumental

SUNDAY NIGHT- FALL BACK- MIGHTY SAM- CHANGE THE TIME BLUES (well, it's Saturday night this year but hey...)

start music now. yes...Now

Mighty Sam McClain
When the Hurt is Over

"Sunday Night- Fall Back-Mighty Sam-Change The Time- Blues"

Raining.........

Six o'clock

On a Sunday evening

Or it would be

If the dadblamed government

Would stop changing the time on us!

Hell, I was late yesterday

When it was actually six o'clock

How can I keep from being late today

When it's only five???

Damn. Damn. Damn.

(Sorry, Lord)

But You know how I get

When they change the time on me......

I get frustrated and mad

More so than usual

But You already know that, don't You?

I am truly a mad woman

In every sense of the word.

I went to a concert last night

The sweetest, bluest, broken-hearted-est

Lonely singer singing the most gorgeous

Soft, down and dirty, fact of life songs

You ever heard

At least when you could hear what he was saying

Over the crash and tumble of beer bottles

Falling down those crazy steep tiers

Of the auditiorium that made me think

Of some kind of M.C. Escher drawing

Lord, forgive me

But I was almost wanting and waiting

To see someone go head first down those tiers

Into rock and roll Hell

I just didn't want it to be me.

Mighty Sam, Mighty Sam!!

You're tearing me up, Son

But I can't stop listening to you today

Your blues stained voice is the perfect soundtrack

To the way I feel

And how is that, you might ask?

I feel like kicking something.......

I feel like punching somebody.....

I feel like crying and screaming

And making love to somebody

Is that too much information? Sorry.

No, I'm not! Why should I be?

It is what it is.

I had almost stopped writing

I don't know why I'm writing now

Maybe I need to..........

Vent, rant, rave, yell, pray

I don't know

I feel crazy a little bit

It was cold while ago, now it's hot

The weather can't make up it's mind either

Evidently..........

How do you expect me to make up mine?

I just want to sing and dance

In any kind of order at all

And not any specific kind of song and dance

Just as long as it's with someone I like

And someone that likes me

But there doesn't seem to be anybody like that

Around right now

Dammit!

I sure am cussing a lot today, ain't I?

Does that mean I'm a bad girl?

Or a good girl feeling bad?

The crazy thing is that I am actually feeling good

So why am I feeling so bad?

See? I told you......

It's that damn time changing thing!

It makes me crazy

It makes me confused and lost

In need of being found

And I couldn't even go to church this morning! 
'Cause my damn car is broke down ......again

Just got it out of the shop last week

And towed it back in to 'em yesterday

That car hates me

Hates me cause I won't wash it

And I won't wash it cause it won't run!

Stupid car.

Stupid life

Stupid government

Stupid time change!!!

The only good thing right now

I can think of

Is Mighty Sam McClain

Singing on the stereo

And really, he's already run his race

And is gone on up to Heaven

Where all good little blues boys and girls go

When they've run out of songs....and blues

That surely ain't me, is it?

I am just full up with songs and blues

And frustration and mean madness

And Snicker Bars and papaya juice

And a long rainy night looking in at me  

Right now outside my window

Wondering why the evening news is on now

Instead of the real six o'clock?

(The night don't know neither.)

Well, I reckon that's all I got to say

Ain't nobody listening no way

But Mighty Sam

And he can't hear me so well

Where he's at on the other side of the sky

I wish he could

I sure would love to sing with him

Show him how it feels to really have the blues.....

Woman-kind of blues

The kind of blues no man would ever understand

'Cause let's face it....

Like Latimore said, it's usually a man 

That walks in bringing the blues anyway

Always acting like he don't understand....

But we know he understands 

Even when he plays dumb as a door nail

And innocent as the driven snow

He knows. He knows.

I'm sure it was a man

Who came up with this time change nonsense too!

No woman would do something that stupid

'Cause women have to get up at the crack of dawn

And cook and clean and get children out of bed

And get dressed and made up to look good

To some late rising man who never notices her anyway..........

Damn. There I go again......

Maybe I should go to bed and wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow like I do everyday

Like I always will
And always have

And I'll get re-adjusted and fall in line again

And get my silly self straightened out 
Like Latimore wants me to

And all will be well again

In Heaven and on Earth

Until I get my heart broke again

And my car won't start

And I hear another blues song on a rainy Sunday evening

And the powers that be....who we all know are Not women..........

Will change the damn time again!

Sigh
dammit...........

©by Voo

November 4, 2018

7:22 p.m. or 6:22 p.m. or 5:22 p.m.
Who knows?

poor sad Voo
poor poor mean, mad
sad Voo

😒😁😜😆🤔😢😜🤔🤣🤣🤣

      

Latimore....... who wants to straighten out
what he made crooked in the first place.....

😜😜😜😜




EXTRA added bonus for ya!!!!

And the man I went to see in concert that night.....lawd have mercy!!!

Trick Or Treat

Trick or Treat!!!!   🥦🍦

I see you 🧐🤡

I ain't no debil  😈👹

                   I'm just the VOO!!!!!  

  

Be good, be careful, be funny

just be home home before midnight!!!!!

BOO!!!!

What I Need

What I Need

I met someone that makes my eyes twinkle,

My toes curl and my heart beat faster

It was unexpected and hard to fathom

But nevertheless, it happened.

Who knows why things occur,

Why they fall in to or out of your lap

Or out of a dream

That you had almost given up on? 

I hardly know how to feel,

What to think or what to do

In light of  this....this...

Revelation.

He makes me laugh

When I don't want to

He makes me cry

'Cause I laugh so hard.

He writes me poetry

That is pulled out of his soul

And expressed in ways

That my soul needs to hear.

So far from my "type"

So different from other men

So far above the norm

(Whatever the "norm" is.)

I do not know where this is going

I do not know what tomorrow holds

I do not know if we belong together

But I do know this:

Right here, right now.....

He is what I need.

©by Voo Shining Stone

October 28, 2020

1:37 a.m.

HORROR STORY (FROM Voo's Vault)

Ghostly Theater soundtrack

 Horror Story

The fog rolled in over the ocean

Quiet, white, on little cat feet

Thick as smoke and menacing

In a steel butterfly kind of way.

It was just in time to meet the storm

Rolling in from an alternate direction

Dark and black and noisy

Like a marching band from hell.

All night the wind had howled

Outside my shuttered window

Tree branches with gnarled gray fingers

Had scratched the roof and tapped on the panes.

I was in the house alone

Had been for thirteen days

Thirteen days of terror gnawing at my insides

Terror, which had no voice except a scream.

"You can never leave here." they had told me

"Once you walk through that door

You're here forever."

And to my everlasting despair, I found that to be true.

Cellars are terrible places

Dead things live there

Rotting things and ancient things

That smell of decay and hopelessness.

I wish I hadn't gone there

I wish I had stayed in the attic with the bats

And the vampires and the ghosts that walked

And moaned all night.

But I had to find a way out

I had tried every door, every barred window

Every keyhole, nook and cranny

The cellar was the last place to look for freedom.

I watched that fog roll in

Through the leaded glass at the top of the stairs

Across the shore, across the cliff, across the lawn

Drawing closer and taking on the form of a man.

I closed my eyes and prayed

"This is just a dream." I said and my voice echoed

Down the dark corridors and off the awful paintings

That hung on every wall like spies in a castle.

Thunder roared and lightning struck

And just for a moment I could see clearly

As I stood looking down the endless staircase

And looking back at me were terrible things with red, red eyes.

Behind me, I heard a footstep

And off I flew down those uncounted steps in the darkness

Down to rooms full of dusty furniture and unlit candles

Fear driving me relentlessly, looking for I knew not what.

Doors, doors, so many doors

They seemed to open of their own accord

Inviting me into the heart of the house

But none that I could see, that led away.

Rustling noises like mice running

And yet not like mice filled my screaming ears

Invisible arms brushed against mine

And I pushed them away and fell and ran and fell and ran.

"Down here." I heard distinctly

And I gasped and ran in the direction of the voice

The outline of a dark, dark door illuminated in a flash

Then it flew open and something drew me down.

Down squeaky, rotting steps

With breath as cold as ice and air as foul

As the devil's soul, the cellar waited for me

And I was much too shattered to resist.

"Who's there?" I cried, hopeful

"Can you tell me how to get out of here?"

And before I had stepped on the last broken step

The door behind me slammed shut and I heard a lock click.

Then something whispered

And something slithered

And something touched my face

And I.....................................

Ghostly Theater remix

©by Voo

Oct 24, 07

midnight

 

RULER.......(my American Pie epic) apocalyptic

RULER............(my American Pie epic) apocalyptic

The Sounds of Saturn

Play this vid first for 20 seconds or so

then hit this vid

and play together

for best effect. Wow

Gregorian Chant...

Ruler

Dry leaves sang

And birds came tumbling down

And somewhere a crowd paid

To see the tears of a clown.

To spite the time

A clock refused to chime the hour

But beat as a broken heart

There in the tower.

Somewhere an angel frowned a saddened frown

And rain fell up instead of falling down

Seasons reversed and snow fell in July

And jolly folk that laughed began to cry.

A mother's love turned into hostility

A baby's wail became a silent plea

The world turned upside down and drowned itself

And darkness descended down when sunshine left.

Flowers burst into sprays of weeds and thorns

As night destroyed the coming of the morn

People sang with weapons in their hands

And with deadened eyes, disposed their fellow man.

No laughter rang from happy lips again

As everyone embraced the reign of sin

No mother's son returned from gore of war

And in the land there was no peace....no more.

The love of life went back from whence it came

And minds of men went empty and insane

Machines of death rolled, grinding godless gears

And silenced all the children's hopeful tears.

Oceans full of blood gave forth no life

No father loved his children nor man, his wife

But all, they ran to hillside and to cave

To save themselves but no help came to save.

No air, no food, no water left to drink

No love to feel and no thoughts left to think

No hope to calm the fears that rampant ran

And none to save the rotten race of man.

The bombs, they burst in clouds of man made glory

But no song writer lived to tell the story

The puppets ran the world with master's strings

And won it all but then lost everything.

Kings in crowns and palaces of gold

Exchanged these things and more things for their souls

And never once believed that it would end

But be renewed in splendor once again.

They sacrificed their useless little sheep

And took away their minds there in their sleep

They gave away the precious gifts they held

In secret, rang, but no one heard the bell.

The man who came from Heaven ran away

He came to Earth but said He couldn't stay

He "saved" a few but left them to their fates

And hid Himself behind those pearly gates.

And who am I to tell these things to you?

The only one who tells you what is true!

The Shining One who lives forever more

Is standing even now outside your door.

What happened to the world of yesterday?

What happened to the grace that came your way?

What happened to the love and gaiety?

Hell has come to earth....because of me.

You see, I changed the fate of all mankind

I took that god's creation and made it mine

I killed the unborn dreams that men all shared

The hope they gave to me...as if I cared.

I reign this Earth and it is mine to kill

No "Savior" came and no "savior" ever will

Take back from me the world on which I rule

And anyone who believes that is a fool!

For I am Lucifer, Bright and Morning Star

And I am King of all, both near and far

These kings of men have floundered in their tasks

And failed me in the tiny things I asked.

And even now, they burn in flame and sea

And never will they share a throne with me

But what is that to me, the King of all?

Never again I swear, will I be made to fall.

At Heaven's gate, they watch in humbled fear

To see destruction's glory I wreak here

My fires ascend to Paradise's door

No Holy Ones will visit anymore.

The Earth is mine to do with as I see fit

And I will crush it down and trample it

No man shall ever dare to rebuke Me

In blindness do they crawl, no more to see.

Six thousand years I have awaited now

So patiently to reign and show "Him" how

How I am God and He is just a lamb

And He will never be the Lion I Am.

But wait! What is that light that fills my eyes?

My army melts, their mouths screaming "You lied!"

That white horse running that should have been my own

And on it's back, that Man, that Holy One!

I will not bow! I will not bow! I will not bend!

To You who died on that cross for their sin

I will not bow before You, Son of Man

I'm not one of your servants made of sand.

I will not break, my pride is much too strong

And though I bow, I will not bow for long

And though in chains of darkness do I sit

I will not forever wait inside this pit.

I will not. I will not! I will not beg

For mercy from You. I will drain the dregs

Of humankind there at that Age's end

And I will be their Ruler once again.

  Revelations 20:2-7

©by Voo 

April 12, 2004