From Voo's Vault ........... Eddie And Me

EDDIE AND ME

 Eddie the Elephant

 Sleeps in my bed

 Sometimes, he even

 Sleeps under my head

 Sometimes he crawls out

And falls on the floor

But he knows I'll wake up

 And find him once more.

  Eddie the Elephant

 Is soft as can be

 Big, gray, with two button eyes

 To see me

 He has a long trunk

 And a fuzzy white tail

 And when I am sick,

 His warm hugs makes me well.

  Eddie the Elephant

 And Moochie the Moose

  My two bestest pals                                                             

 When I want to run loose

 We hide in the tent house

 And tear up the bed

 We fill all the other toy's hearts

 Full of dread.

  When we play like pirates

 And we play like kings

 And great super heroes

 And other cool things

 We throw balls at bad guys

 And dress up in capes

 We hang from the curtains

 Like aliens and apes.

  And Moochie is nice                                     

                                                     

But he's little and brown

 With a squeak toy inside him

 That makes a neat sound

 And he tries to be brave

 Like Eddie and I

 But he can't beat us jumping

 No matter how he might try.

  I have lots of toys

 More so than most

 And I eat lots of bananas

 And a lot of cheese toast

 I love tea and butter

And climbing the trees

                                                                                                           

Having imaginary

 Adventures on seas.

 I know lots of people

 And teachers and pals

I like all the boys

But I love little gals                                                               

 I like to tell stories

And sing songs and dance

                                                                                                      

Wear Mighty Mouse tee shirts

And Super Man pants.

  I like speaking French

 And Spanish, Chinese

 But I really hate mosquitoes

  (Even though they like me)

 They chase me and catch me

 When I'm in the yard

 And they kiss me like Mama does

 But they kiss me too hard. 

 I love all my family

 My mom and my dad

 They're the best Mom and Daddy

 That I've ever had

 Now I'm turning five

 And I'm growing so tall

 That when I fall down

 It's a long way to fall.

 But back to my buddy

 Back to my friend          

 I’ve got to tell ‘bout him

 Before this poem ends

 He’s been with me now

 For many long years

 Listening so closely

 With his big fluffy ears.

To all of my troubles

 My secrets and woes 

                                   

 And when I go to time out

 That’s where he goes

 But Eddie can’t follow

 When I’m in the bath

 He hides in the corner

 And I hear him laugh.

 ‘Cause Elmo and Moochie

 Jose’, Hankey, too

 Are toys that can’t get wet

                                                                                                        

(Though sometimes they do)

 But Eddie the Elephant

 Is so cuddly to touch

 That I slobber him with kisses

 ‘Cause I love him so much.

  Right now I am worried

 About my best friend

 And I’m hoping this story

 Still has a good end............

 ‘Cause he’s in the washer

 Going round and around

  And I know he can’t swim

 So I’m afraid he might drown.

  I think he might need me

 To rescue him now

 I’ll think up a plan

 And I’ll save him somehow

 ‘Cause he would save me

 From the bad guys and stuff

 He’s strong and he’s fearless

 Though he’s just made of fluff.

  So, Eddie, hold on

 I’m thinking this through

 I’ll pull you from the water

 And I’ll rescue you

 But if you go into

 The dryer that’s hot

 Oh, Eddie, I’m sorry

 But that, I cannot.

  You’ll have to be brave

 And be a big boy

 Though I know those ole baths

 You do not enjoy

 When you get out of there

 You’ll be fluffy and clean

 And then we can play

 Like we’re pirates so mean.

  I’ll squeeze you and love you

 And pull your fur out

 And Mama will make you

 Giggle at me and shout

 And we’ll drink chocolate milk

 And get dirty again

 Then we’ll snuggle together

 ‘Cause you’re my bestest friend.

  Down into Dream Land

 On adventures we’ll go

 Climb all the mountains

And run in the snow

You’ll sleep in my arms

 And maybe under my head

 And in the morning I’ll find you

 Somewhere under my bed.

 But wherever you are

 And wherever you go

 I’ll find you and grab you

 And you’ll always know

 You’ll stay with me forever

 When I’m all big, you’ll see

 For you’ll live in this story

 About Eddie and Me.

  The End

©By Voo

April 18, 2011

11:37 p.m.

Happy 5th birthday

To the sweetest boy

In the whole wide world

Oh, To Be A Sea Gull

            O, To Be a Sea Gull

O, to be a sea gull

To sail the whispering sea

To catch the sun when day is done

And never need the tree.

O, to be a sea gull

With nothing more to do

Than watch for food and catch it

And bathe within the blue.

O, to be a sea gull

With freedom in my soul

Feathers ruffled with the wind

And days made out of gold.

O, to be a sea gull

Not tethered to the earth

To know your purpose in this world

Between your death and birth.

O, to be a sea gull

A common bird for sure

But special in my eyes so that

That bird, I wish I were.

© by Voo

May 29, 2010

1:51 a.m.

Strangely Vulnerable

 Strangely Vulnerable


Always been a steel butterfly
A stem that bends, not breaks
I had to be a woman early
For all my siblings' sakes.

I sacrificed my childhood
Though it was truly not my choice
I had to grieve in silence
And pretend I had no voice.

While deep inside, I yearned for
A life to call my own
Someone to make me feel loved
Someone to feel like home.

And years went by in sadness
And no love showed it's face
I looked to find that treasure
And made for it a place.

The  sadness made me stronger
The pain gave me resolve
An enigma and a puzzle
That no one dared to solve.

I stood alone, I lived alone
A warrior in the fight
No armor bearer, no sweet companion
To help me bear the night.

And then you came into my life
With love there in your eyes
So much like I, it made me cry
And feel I'd won a prize.

And all my soul I gave to you
And all my love and heart
Feeling you fit into me
Like we'd never been apart.

But to my surprise, I found that I
In surrendering all of me
Became a little girl again
That only you could see.

That strong oak tree that I'd become
 Became a willow, swaying
And the warrior woman so tough outside
Became a school girl, playing.

That love would make me vulnerable
Was not part of my plan
I only mean't to show my strength
Like I'd always shown a man.

But not with you could I do that
However right or wrong
I found myself surrendering
And not wanting to be strong.

For in your arms I felt at last
The woman and the girl
I'd always been but was afraid to be
Alone there in the world.

And you have the power to crush me
And your words can bite and sting
Just as you have the power to endow
And the gift to make me sing.

So strangely, strangely vulnerable
I've become and yet I find
It's comforting to be a part of you,
Your body and your mind.

What heals can hurt, what hurts can heal
It's odd how love can be
The humbling vulnerabilities
In turn, can set you free.

You'll hurt me though you don't mean to
And heal me if you can
Through it all, you'll see, the woman- child in me
Will make you a stronger man.

For fear of love doesn't make you strong
But weaker every day
For your heart slows down and eventually stops
Every time you push love away.

These are the lessons that I've learned
In the life wars that I've fought
And that love is the most highly prized of all things
But it's something that cannot be bought.

So I willingly give my self to you
For my heart, though battle-worn
Is soft and pliable in your hands
Like a heart, just newly born.

©By Voo Shining Stone
The Woman-Child Who Found Herself
Jan 14, 2020
1:06 a.m.

Native Praise

Ride The Wind

by Broken Walls

Proclamation

by Broken Walls

We Dance Before You

by Broken Walls

Victory Song

by Broken Walls

Beyond Beyond

Put on full screen...amazing!!!

Devil's Food Cake

Devil's Food Cake


The devil is the biggest liar the world has ever seen
He tries to convince us that the red hot of hell is in reality, Eden so green
A master of illusion, a con of first degree
He has no power, he has no strength, be careful what you see.

He goes about as a roaring lion, inside, he's just a rat
He scares the foolish out of their wits but runs from a bold christian cat 
He comes in like a flashing flood although he's just a trickle
And makes the world think that he's a rich king when in truth he ain't worth a nickel.

But some of us are onto him, we buy his tricks no more
We don't read his books or dig his looks and we immediately show him the door
He feeds the world his devil food, they buy it by the ton
They think he's cute in his little red suit, no threat to anyone.

"Give your kids the devil!" they say
As they sell us their goods on t.v.
Devilicious they call it and grin as they eat it
But you'll never sell that stuff to me.

I never ate a devil's food cake, I never like the name
Or deviled eggs or deviled ham or played that devil's game
I never thought that it was cute the cartoon way they paint him
With fork and tail and silly grin, I'm here to say that aint him.

Ol' RatFace thinks he's really smart, he thinks he's got us fooled
Half of the world thinks that he don't exist and the other half thinks that he's cool
But I got news for Mr. Luce, someday his lights will dim
And all the tricks he ever played will be played back on him.

Is this the one we feared and honored, the world will ask in disgust
Is this our king, this pitiful thing crawling in the dust?
No magic then can save him, no mercy will be shown
In torment of hell that dude will dwell and finally leave us alone.

And all I ask is just one thing, the height of my desire
Is to light the match to ignite the blaze upon the lake of fire!
And he won't think it funny then, I'm sure he'll probably cry
And hell will look like Burger King and Satan, a greasy french fry.

He thought it cute to inspire some kook to name food after himself
But he won't laugh when he sees Jesus get that cake pan down from the shelf
We'll make us a batter and settle the matter and get our revenge on that rake
And head chef I'll be, oh, my eyes long to see
When we bake a real devil's food cake!



©by Voo

2-2:45 a.m.

Who I Am

 

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Who I Am

You make me feel like I need to apologize

For being alive

For existing on your plane so different from mine

So far above, or below

I never quite know

I only know that when you look at me

You don’t even know who I am.

You make me feel like a sideshow freak

Standing there within a solitary floodlight

Under the scrutiny of your criticizing eyes

Listening for things that I have not said,

Looking for things that will never appear,

Hunting for things that will never be found

And unable to hear what my heart has just said.

What makes us so different, you and I?

I crave peace, and you need war

I love laughter and you like the thunder

Of your own voice

Always debating, always questioning,

Always arguing

Looking for offenses when I offer my wisdom.

Can you just not see what’s in front of your face?

How soft my touch is?

How sweet my smile?

How great is my love and how empty my heart?

I was born to care and I care so much

Yet I lie down with broken-ness

And I rise up with pain.

I am a child that has never known love

And yet it flows from me like a dammed up river

Looking for dry fields to water and nourish

I am father-less and mother-less,

Child-less and friend-less

An innocent in a cold, jaded world

Ever waiting with hopeful eyes and tears about to fall.

How I love beauty!

And books full of romance,

Elegance and grace and soft, tender words,

Poetry and art and the music of Heaven,

Family ’round the table and the silver of rain,

Hands reaching to heal, not pushing away,

The giggles of babies and the smiles of a friend.

I would give you the shirt off my back if you needed it

I would cook you the biggest banquet you ever saw

And go hungry myself

I would slave on my hands and my knees in hard labor

If it meant that you wanted for nothing

And you know that I would, for I have, and I can

For that is who I am.

One day you will come to me, for the joy of my humor,

For the warmth of my face, and the glow of my hearth

Ask for the gifts and the time always waiting,

Run to the comfort that I’ve offered in vain,

Call out my name in rooms full of your pictures

(My illusions of love)

But I will not be there.

Look at me!

See me

Listen to me, know me

For I am worth knowing

I will not apologize for who I am

For who I am

Has made you who you  truly are.

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©by Voo

November 30, 2009

3:02 a.m.
copyrighted

One of the Best Things I Ever Heard

Possibly one of the greatest, most amazing, shocking, awesome things I ever heard!!!!!!!!

In The Claws of a Cold Cruel Night

The Way by Zack Hemsey

In The Claws

 of a Cold Cruel Night

(for the victims of the slave trade that is still going on

all over the world on so many levels even here in my own country)

Clasped in the claws of a cold cruel night

I battled to breathe and I struggled to fight

With the terror that hooked me and took me away

Far from the fire and the safety of day.

In the arms of the awful and hopelessly lost

To pay just a fraction of what my life cost 

And though I was broken, the merchandise, marred

There were some who were looking for the thing that was scarred.

And they circled around me, more vultures than men

Reaching and touching and reaching again

And I bit at their fingers and I hit at their eyes

And they laughed at my despair and crowed at my cries.

In the depths of the desert, in the forests, forlorn

Slave markets for creatures in feminine form

In cages of steel and ropes without pity

Taken from home and village and city.

For the want of a woman, for the need of a night

We were captured and hidden from rescuers' sight

By men who were soul-less and wanton with lust

They shattered our innocence, they destroyed our trust.

And we prayed to our fathers and we called to the sky

As we listened in silence to the scream and the sigh

Of our sisters before us in the tents of the knave  

Who gave in and gave up when no one came to save. 

I had long dreamed since childhood of a love of my own

A husband and children and a sweet little home

Living free in my country, loving free in the arms

Of a man who would love me and keep me from harm.

For my mother had promised he would come one fine day

Sweep me off my feet and would carry me away

To the dream and the passion and the joy of my heart

But the dream's dying in me before it could start.

I'm a child! I'm a child! I'm still young and not old

I am more than this flesh, I am spirit and soul

You can't buy me with money or own me as chattel

I am human and worth more than fields full of cattle.

My eyes filled with tears, I can hardly see now

They tell me to follow, they make me to bow

They pull on my hair, they bruise and they squeeze

Like traders at market with fruit ripened to please.

But the fire in my heart and the fight in my fist

Gives me courage to say No, I won't go like this!

You can kill me and burn me and throw me away

But none of you devils will own me this day!

And they laugh in their shock at the brave little girl

Who would dare to resist her sad fate in the world

Who would stand up to men who were greater than she

And worth more to God than she'd ever be.

Then the dark crawls to shadow and dawn suddenly breaks

And the traders and buyers and those holding the stakes

Are revealed in the sunlight and exposed in the light

Like insects, they go scrambling for the cover of night.

And a man in white clothing, reaches his hand to me

Pulls me to my feet and says,  Daughter, you're free

And an army of good men, like heroes so tall

Opens cages and knots and gives freedom to all.

And my sisters and I, we rejoice and we yell

As they round up the men who had made us this hell

Who had kidnapped and caught us and bought us for slaves

Who would wish that they hadn't as they lay in their graves.

We are yellow and black, we are white and we're tan

We are equal in God's sight and equal to man

We are precious and worthy and worth more than gold

But are torn as we leave there with such holes in our souls.

In the trucks going home through the forests so dark

We embrace, giving thanks with our little girl hearts

And we wonder aloud about the good man in white

Who had reached out and freed us and faded from sight.

And we pray for the children and the victims like we

All over the world who just want to be free

From the tyranny of evil and the lust of it's eyes

For we know now there's someone who does hear our cries.

You're so brave! they all tell me, You stood up to the beasts!

But I smile, saying nothing till their praises have ceased

For my bones had near melted as I'd stood and defied 

And in the arms of my sisters, I fell and I cried.

©By Voo

July 19, 2017

2:42 a.m.

I don't know where this came from.....

.the story just fell into my fingers tonight and I had to 

write it down..

     Liza, originally by Bill Withers....

                              a powerful cover that seems so apropos

https://dcdirtylaundry.com/pedo-paradise-uk-pedophiles-are-buying-gambian-children-for-2-60-for-their-sick-twisted-pleasures/

https://www.rutherford.org/publications_resources/john_whiteheads_commentary/the_essence_of_evil_sex_with_children_has_become_big_business_in_america