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Monday, December 14, 2020
Last Christmas
💥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.
Thursday, December 10, 2020
The Island That Was My Heart
My island illumined by the love in his eyes............
©by Voo Shining Stone
Wednesday, December 9, 2020
Kenny Rankin Lost Up In Love
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
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
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Saturday, December 5, 2020
STRANGERS
Friday, December 4, 2020
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IT WAS THAT
Wednesday, December 2, 2020
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. 👄💓💔
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
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