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Saturday, October 31, 2020

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


 

Friday, October 30, 2020

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.

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