Sad But True..Don't know what they're saying but am so feeling this!!!!!

 

Last Christmas 2020 (the end of life as we knew it) But i had no idea.......

💥Last Christmas💥

Midnight

Twelve minutes past

It's raining

Cold

The streets are quiet

As they have been for months

Except for the rare passing through

Occasionally there is a gunshot

Some bored somebody

Trying to alleviate the boredom

Of this Corona-captured world

Perhaps even shooting to rid themselves 

Of the once loved being

They can no longer tolerate

Due to forced, continual intimacy

Sad, really

Really sad what the world has become

Close distance romances

Have become long distanced now

And long distance loves never last

Love is being edited out of our vocabularies

And forced into extinction

Everyone has become Democrats or Republicans

Who hate one another

Intent only on winning the battle

And losing the war

I can't remember the last time

I heard children playing

Or running through the neighborhood, laughing

They are growing up chained to a computer,

Glazed-eyed in front of a screen

They don't know how to jump rope

Or play tag

They know something is very wrong

But they don't know what it is

And they are only allowed to ask pre-scripted questions

Groceries are being delivered now by strangers

And you are glad to get food you didn't pick out yourself

But what do you eat when the savings run out?

And when you die behind your shuttered windows,

Who will know?

My neighbor across the street lay there for a week

Before a family member ventured to visit

It broke my heart

I felt guilty but I didn't know

I didn't know anyone visited anymore

I didn't even know when they took him away

Or that he was gone

Until his daughter that I didn't know he had

Put a For Sale sign on his house

We are not neighbors anymore, here

Just spies and covid- tracers and Nazis in training

Dear God!

Is it really Christmas???

I see no colorful lights, hear no jingle bells, no carols

It is definitely Not 

"The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" this year

It's a year everyone is praying to end as quickly as possible

Knowing in our hearts that 2021 is going to be even worse

I'm not prophesying, merely making observations

2021 is the year 1984 was supposed to be but was delayed

We've been lulled back to sleep by the glow of our cell phones

And don't even hear the jack boots starting to march

And the cold de-humanized soldiers chomping at their bits

To begin the merciless fray they were designed for:

Order out of chaos

Death out of life

Life remade over in another God's image

Dear God!

Do You see what they are doing to this world?

Your world, Your Pride and Joy

It's becoming unrecognizable

I lay here, barely able to breathe,

Tears in my eyes, listening to the rain falling

On this cold December night, alone

And I wonder where I'll be next winter

Or if I'll be here

And I miss the madness and hustle and bustle

And fights and quarrels

And giving of gifts and disappointments and hurts

And fun and feasts and family and friends

That a year ago I took so for granted!

And I wish I could just experience again a little taste

Of what I had last Christmas......

God, help us!

©by Voo Shining Stone

Dec 14, 2020

12:46 a.m.

Christmas 2021 I had been found like the guy across the street but stll breathing and been on life support  from  the last week of July to Sept ....Someone I loved had died just down the hall in ICU from me. The world had been "reset" and I had to learn to function...walk... talk and live in it. Reading this, it's like I was prophesying about the coming year. But I had no idea how bad it was going to be....It got much worse. 3 years have passed and I'm still trying to learn how to live in this world. sigh

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Coming Out Of A Coma REPOST and Post # 1111 on my blog. Appropriate for this crazy year, no????

Coming Out Of A Coma

The Island That Was My Heart

 

start soundtrack before reading

The Island That Was My Heart

He stood there on the island that was my heart

The place that no one visited or occupied

Surrounded by the dreams we'd shared,

The love we'd floated on like so many clouds,

The heaven we had found in the midst of hell.

I saw him, but just for a moment

His face shining in the mirror of moonlight

With a smile on the face that had always been smile-less

Until his eyes caught mine in the crowds of this life

And lit up like the summer sun after a rain.

He stood there on the island in the midst of the ocean

That had formed from the continual falling of tears

He looked momentarily lost, forlorn and bewildered

And my empty arms longed to hold him,

And never deem to let  go.

But I dared not reach those arms to that form

For I knew it was a shadow and not the man

Knew it would dissolve into vapor and mist

Like the love we'd shared as we'd danced in the rain,

Lain on the grass and trembled with awe.

How we had loved in those purple hued nights!

Those rose tinted days when the world lay at our feet

And birds sang the melodies pouring out of our hearts

Like they were their songs, their  wordless concertos

Gifted to us in the tasting of bliss.

How we had grieved when the gold of the day

Ebbed to the permanence of a blue black midnight

And all of the wonder of the world turned to woe

As the love passed like clouds in a violent wind

That came out of nowhere and left as it came.

Breathless, I stood alone in the circling crowd

Rushing and reaching but touching me not

They stared at me warily, recognizing heart break

Some with compassion, some with disdain

And all of the sunshine turned into rain.

Retreating, I ran and ran in the torrents,

Not knowing the reasons, I could not comprehend

Flame became ice sculptures carved by love's knife,

Melting with my tears until they formed the sea

And my heart became the island where no footprint had been.

And alone, I existed in a comfort-less fashion

Not daring to love, not caring to live

Life passed me by as I faded to shadow,

Picking up sea shells

In the shape of my soul.

I never saw him, I received no word

No message came for me, no letter was sent

Days turned to weeks,

Weeks passing to months

And the only voice that I heard was the voice of my want.

And then one night he appeared in the ethereal moonlight

Hallucination or vision, apparition or dream

I could not quite determine,

I could not quite surmise

But my love stood there smiling with love in his eyes

My island illumined by the love in his eyes............

©by Voo Shining Stone

12/10/2020

2:15 a.m.

Kenny Rankin Lost Up In Love

 

                                                   

This is so good, I had to save it.

𝙊𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮...
"Man goes from one woman to another, goes on changing. People think he is a great lover; he is not a lover at all. He is avoiding, he is trying to avoid any deep involvement because with deep involvement problems have to be faced, and much pain has to be gone through. So one simply plays safe; one makes it a point never to go too deeply into somebody.

If you go too deep you may not be able to come back easily. And if you go deeply into somebody, somebody else will go deeply into you also; it is always proportionate. If I go very deep in you the only way is to allow you also to go that deep in me. It is a give and take, it is a sharing. Then one may get entangled too much, and it will be difficult to escape and the pain may be much. So people learn how to play safe: just let surfaces meet — hit-and-run love affairs. Before you are caught, run.

This is what is happening in the modern world. People have become so juvenile, so childish; they are losing all maturity.
Maturity comes only when you are ready to face the pain of your being; maturity comes only when you are ready to take the challenge. And there is no greater challenge than love."~

~Osho ❤

Intelligent People

Except for No. 6, this is so me in a lot of ways.......

you have no idea! I am very quiet...except online. lol

Gifts

 

Hard Candy Christmas

 

Tell Me Bout The Good Ole Days

 

Everything I Wanted........thanks for the song, my friend

 

Getting Away With Murder

 

Not Impressed

 

STRANGERS

STRANGERS

                    

"BE YE WARMED AND FILLED." YOU SAID

AND TURNED AND CLOSED THE DOOR

AND I TURNED UP MY THREADBARE COLLAR

AND WALKED INTO THE COLD ONCE MORE.

I'D ASKED FOR FOOD AND SHELTER

COME CALLING FOR A FRIEND

FOR I'D SEEN YOUR BUMPER STICKERS

AND A FLAG THAT SAID "JESUS'S FRIEND".

SO, HOPE LEAPT IN MY HOPELESS HEART

AND I EAGERLY OPENED YOUR GATE

I SAW THROUGH YOUR WINDOW A FAMILY GATHERING

AND THE FOOD PILED HIGH UPON ALL THE PLATES.

YOU ANSWERED MY KNOCK WITH A PUZZLED EXPRESSION

"YES?" YOU ASKED AS YOU TOOK IN MY CLOTHES

AS I GAVE MY REQUEST, YOU SAID, "WELL, I THINK THAT YOUR BEST

BET IS TO GO DOWN TO THE SHELTER, YOU KNOW."

"THEY'RE FULL," I SAID, "THERE'S NO MORE ROOM

NO BED, NO FOOD, NO HEAT

I SAW YOUR SIGNS AND THOUGHT I'D TRY

TO ASK YOU TO HELP MY NEED."

"I HAVEN'T ALWAYS FALLEN ON HARD TIMES," I SAID

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO PROUD

BUT THEN I LOST MY JOB AND HOME

AND THEN FINALLY GOT LOST IN THE CROWD."

I RECENTLY HEARD A MESSAGE

ABOUT A MAN CALLED CHRIST

AND SINCE THEN, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR HIM

AND READY TO ACCEPT HIS PRICE.

BUT UNTIL TODAY, I COULDN'T FIND

JUST WHERE THIS SAVIOR DWELLS

I'VE LOOKED SO HARD AND FOUND NO ONE

TO SAVE MY LIFE OF HELL.

I SAW YOUR SIGN, I SAW YOUR FAITH

AND I KNEW I'D FOUND A FRIEND

JUST A LITTLE REST, A LITTLE FOOD

AND I'LL BE ON MY WAY AGAIN."

"I'LL PRAY FOR YOU." YOU SAID IN A WHISPER

AS YOU PULLED THE CHAIN BACK INTO IT'S SLOT

"I CANNOT ASK YOU IN," YOU SAID

"WE JUST REALLY DON'T HAVE A LOT."

"BUT GOD WILL MEET YOUR NEED," YOU SAID

AND GIVE YOU YOUR HEART'S DESIRE

AND HE WILL FEED AND CLOTHE YOU, TOO."

AS YOU GLANCED BACK AT YOUR FIRE.

"SO GO ON YOUR WAY AND YOU WILL BE BLESSED."

YOU SAID AS YOU AVERTED YOUR EYES

AND JUST THEN THE WIND BLEW DOWN YOUR "JESUS'S FRIEND"

AND I SAW THE SHOCK IN YOUR EYES.

"THANK YOU." I SAID AND I TURNED TO GO

AND I FELL ON THE ICE AT YOUR DOOR

MY HEART FELT AS EMPTY AS MY BELLY THAT SCREAMED

AND I MADE MY WAY BLINDLY ONCE MORE.

"BE YE WARMED AND FILLED!" YOU CRIED

AND I HEARD YOUR FRONT DOOR SLAM

AND I BENT MY HEAD AND KNEW THE TRUTH:

YOU'RE MUCH POORER THAN I AM.

AT THE GATE, THERE STOOD A STRANGER

AND HE SMILED AND REACHED OUT TO ME

"COME HOME WITH ME, I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU

AND I'VE FOUND YOU AND YOU HAVE FOUND ME."

AND AT YOUR WINDOW, I SAW A GLIMPSE

OF A TEAR-STAINED FACE OF WOE

YOU SAW ME WALKING AWAY FULL OF JOY

WITH A STRANGER THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW.       

         

©By Voo

December 30, 2000 

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IT WAS THAT

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IT WAS THAT: Soundtrack to piece by Roy Todd Must play for full effect right click on video, hit Loop and it will keep playing! ...

The Zero Indian Curse.Absolutely fascinating

 

FREE!!!!

 

When My Fever Breaks...

How strange is this!!!??? Just had a very high fever

break and then I ran across this....

fever ain't no fun unless it's a love fever

and a love fever can kill you.  👄💓💔

Supernatural Farewell

 

Wayward Son

(My paternal great-grandmother was a Winchester in real life)

Bye, boys......

He's Cool Like That

 

He’s Cool Like That

Space age sleek skinny shades

No rose-colored glasses here

HD all the way, baby

Clean cut, raw and realistic

That’s the way he likes to see the world……

Fairy tales were always full of lies

Even when he was a child

He didn’t believe in ‘em

Didn’t accept that frogs turned into princes

When pretty girls kissed ‘em.

Didn’t believe in monsters and trolls

Except for the ones

His father said lived down the street

But turned out………..

They were just messed up people with problems.

He’s solid, like mountains are solid,

Like houses on firm foundations,

Like concrete and cement

Mixed with diamond and iron,

And just as determined as a bull seeing red.

He likes graffiti art

The kind you find in subways and stuff,

Or on the side of a dirty wall

That someone tries to make beautiful……..

Something illegal in the eyes of the world.

He likes things that are screwed up

But has the potential to be awesome

Kind of like people he’s met,

Who walk around wounded

But will end up in God’s gallery one day.

At first sight, you might run from him

For he’s big and intimidating

And quiet and intense

But when you get to know him,

You learn pretty fast that it’s just a façade.

He likes animals, wild and domestic

Heck, he even has a snake

Who makes itself at home

On top of the microwave

While he makes toast and coffee.

The only thing he’s afraid of

Is…… himself…………….

And opening the door of his heart up

To have it slammed back in his face

But he’s the most transparent guy you ever met.

He writes poetry

That touches your heart

Like a steel-tipped feather,

Like a velvet bullet to your brain

That kills you and heals you all at the same time.

And he’s always looking for something

Not quite sure what it is

But knows it’s out there somewhere

In some dilapidated old building,

Or a can of spray paint or on a wadded-up page.

He’s an open book

But he’s laminated……..

It’s hard to touch him on the surface

But it’s easy to touch him inside

And he cries when nobody’s looking.

He’d make a good Superhero

I don’t know what you’d call him

‘Cause he has so many qualities

But you know he’d do the right thing

(And he’d look pretty good in a cape.)

He loves God like fish love water

He doesn’t cram Him down your throat

But if you open the door, he’ll gladly come in,

Share what God’s done, what He’s gonna do

And even introduce you if that’s what you want.

He walks lonely through a crowd

Looking for the lost and the despairing,

Looking for the treasure

That someone threw away as trash

Seeing unseen beauty in every broken bit.

There’s something noble in a man who can do that

Something righteous………..

In a heart that feels the pain of the world

Something beautiful on the face of the man

Who doesn’t see it’s beauty in the mirror.

He makes you laugh; he makes you cry

He makes you wonder and wish

And think about things you never thought of before

But most of all, he makes you want to be real

Real as he is, cause he’s cool like that.

©by Voo

June 4th, 2011

9:59 p.m.

for Scott