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Sunday, January 30, 2022
Saturday, January 29, 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Dancing To A Slow Death
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Dancing To A Slow Death: Incredible song that they are dancing to..... In Line by Robert Skoros Dancing To a Slow De...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AMAZING GRACE AGAIN POEM AND RECORDING OF ME
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AMAZING GRACE AGAIN POEM AND RECORDING OF ME: Voo · AMAZING GRACE AGAIN Voo reading Amazing Grace Again on soundcloud. Click link below to listen, if desired. htt...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: UNREQUITED
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: UNREQUITED: Unrequited Were I to pen a letter true And tell my deepest thoughts to you What would you think, what would you say Wo...
Wednesday, January 26, 2022
Thursday, January 20, 2022
Wounded By Thorns, Healed By The Rose
Don't Talk by Melody Gardot
Wounded By Thorns, Healed By The Rose
She was wounded by the thorns of loving
While trying to hold onto the rose
Listening to lies coming out of her head
That only the heart really knows.
Restless raindrops came pouring down
From vast and violent starless skies
He walked alone through teeming tears
Telling himself truth and lies.
Love flew by and heard the lies
Whispering through the stormy weather
Saw the woman, saw the man
And brought the two lost souls together.
Years of failing all the tests
Always wanting to just belong
Trying their best to get it right
But never failing to get it wrong.
The two of them walking a lonely road
While the clouds let loose above
Their hands touched when their eyes met
Standing, drowning in streams of love.
'Twas supernatural the night we met
Choreographed by God himself
As wounds were healed and lies revealed
By truth till there was no lie left.
The rose of love, of life devoid
Came then to life by love's decree
Sprang forth and watered by our tears
Bloomed inside you and inside me.
We'd never met and yet we knew
Each other's dreams, each other's goals
Without one proof we knew the truth
That had been there waiting in our souls.
Questions answered, questions asked
Our hearts knew what our heads could not
We found ourselves in a tale of wonder
Complete with people, place and plot.
How magical when love appears
When hope is lost and then reborn
On the darkest night of our whole lives
And replaced by the joy of a glorious morn.
The night, a song that lovers sing
The rain, the wine that quenches dirt
The thorns, those wounds that come from loving
The rose, the love that heals the hurt.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Jan 20, 2022
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WARRIORS OF THE WAY BOOK EPISODES 1 THRU 5
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WARRIORS OF THE WAY BOOK EPISODES 1 THRU 5: WARRIORS OF THE WAY EPISODES 1 THRU 5 A story started on an online website and working toward it's finish. P...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AND NOW, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AND NOW, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS: And Now, A Word From Our Sponsors Black rain gleaming Down silver glassed panes Reflections echoing memory And youth's delusi...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AND WE HAD SECRETS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AND WE HAD SECRETS: And We Had Secrets (And we had secrets Like diamonds wrapped in newspapers Carried under eager arms, As we ran t...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE PURSUIT
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE PURSUIT: The Pursuit What would you give me for sunshine? he asked And I said, I didn't know As I stood in the rain and drowned in the...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE SONG IN MY EYES
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE SONG IN MY EYES: The Song In My Eyes The violin cries And I catch each tearful note In my outstretched listening hands There they ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AS SAD AS MINE
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AS SAD AS MINE: As Sad As Mine I guess there comes a time in life When you turn that corner And come face to face with yourself A...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AS THE MUSIC DROWNS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: AS THE MUSIC DROWNS: As The Music Drowns Baby, I hear the tears in your voice Even though you’re trying to be brave There on the...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WONDERING AT THE WINDOW..................collab w/...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WONDERING AT THE WINDOW..................collab w/...: Wondering at the Window Where is he, I wonder And feel such an emptiness I can barely bear it. Was it only yesterda...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SADNESS SEEM TO RUN ON FOREVER
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SADNESS SEEM TO RUN ON FOREVER: Sadness Seem To Run On Forever I gots them ole blues, baby, she said Ain't nuthin no one can do 'bout it Just a part o&...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THIRTEEN PAPER AIRPLANES
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THIRTEEN PAPER AIRPLANES: Thirteen Paper Airplanes Thirteen paper airplanes later I realized that boredom can kill And I rounded them all up Fr...
Monday, January 17, 2022
Impromptu Love Song In Red Satin
Impromptu Love Song In Red Satin
Lying in this darkened room
In this satin red
Lightning striking midnight skies
Thunder in my head....
Wondering where you are tonight
Wondering where you've gone
Wondering if this love of mine
Will ever bring you home....
My hunger grows with each raindrop
Thirst grows with garnet wine
Remembering the taste of you
When you were mine, all mine...
I feel your hands here in my hair
Your breath hot on my face
Your kisses trailing over me
Like you're in some kind of race....
Baby, baby, cover me
Like the rain falling above
Cover me with tenderness
Cover me with love...
Here in this darkened room tonight
Here in my satin red
I just want to hold you tight
Here with me in this bed....
And if you can't and if you can't
I'll tell you what I'll do
Lie here crying all night long
And dying loving you.....
Dying loving you,
Dying loving you
Crying til the sun comes up
And dying loving you.
©by Voo Shining Stone
impromptu song just now
on Jan 17, 2022
at 10:05 p.m.
WE WERE MARCHING FOR YOU
Someday We'll All Be Free
by Donnie Hathaway
Marching For You
We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of dying slow
Burned and beaten with whips of hate
For reasons we didn't know.
Tired of standing in the back of life
Awaiting the freedom of death
Tired of bowing with downcast eyes
And holding our angry breath.
We were tired of living like cattle
Sold in the markets of men
Cursed with a curse, (not mankind) something worse
When existing was our only sin.
We were tired of working for nothing
Owning no thing but our souls
Watching our labor make other men rich
As they reached, (on our backs) for their goals.
Son, we only wanted what was rightfully ours
A family, a home and some land
To be treated fairly and given respect
Like any other color of man.
We marched because we had to
Through this country we call home
(A million miles from the place we were born)
But to which we will ever belong.
In Selma and in Memphis
In Atlanta, Little Rock
Downtown D.C. and Kentucky
And they could not make us stop.
Many died and many cried
As we marched our way through hell
And what our pain has helped us gain
Only God can tell.
Injustice hides it's face from those
Who dare to shine the light
We marched to show our dignity
And to change our wrongs to rights.
We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of hearing "no"
We fought for the freedom that you're taking for granted
In ways that you never will know.
So, don't scorn these tired and graying heads
We're feeble and old, that's true
But as you dance down the street to this new century beat
Know this, son, we were marching for you.
We were tired of dying slow
Burned and beaten with whips of hate
For reasons we didn't know.
Tired of standing in the back of life
Awaiting the freedom of death
Tired of bowing with downcast eyes
And holding our angry breath.
We were tired of living like cattle
Sold in the markets of men
Cursed with a curse, (not mankind) something worse
When existing was our only sin.
We were tired of working for nothing
Owning no thing but our souls
Watching our labor make other men rich
As they reached, (on our backs) for their goals.
Son, we only wanted what was rightfully ours
A family, a home and some land
To be treated fairly and given respect
Like any other color of man.
We marched because we had to
Through this country we call home
(A million miles from the place we were born)
But to which we will ever belong.
In Selma and in Memphis
In Atlanta, Little Rock
Downtown D.C. and Kentucky
And they could not make us stop.
Many died and many cried
As we marched our way through hell
And what our pain has helped us gain
Only God can tell.
Injustice hides it's face from those
Who dare to shine the light
We marched to show our dignity
And to change our wrongs to rights.
We marched because we had to, son
We were tired of hearing "no"
We fought for the freedom that you're taking for granted
In ways that you never will know.
So, don't scorn these tired and graying heads
We're feeble and old, that's true
But as you dance down the street to this new century beat
Know this, son, we were marching for you.
©by Voo
Jan 19, 08
5:37 p.m.
Sunday, January 16, 2022
Saturday, January 15, 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: I DREAMED OF SNOW ON SILENT FEET It's Snowing!!!!!!!
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: I DREAMED OF SNOW ON SILENT FEET: SNOW BY LOREENA McKENNITT I Dreamed of Snow On Silent Feet I dreamed of snow On silent feet Falling down W...
Wednesday, January 12, 2022
What Rain?
What Rain?
"C'mon," you said, "Let's go for a walk
The sun is shining, the birds are singing
It's a perfect day for walking."
But we didn't get very far
Because we had to stop every few minutes and kiss
Because it was a perfect day for kissing
I finally noticed that your umbrella
Matched the bottom of my shoes and giggled
Because it was a perfect day for giggling
I also finally noticed
That the sun was not shining
And the birds were not singing, there were no birds
Because it was pouring
Raining cats and dogs as they say
As we stood kissing under that red umbrella
"Don't you think we should go to my house,
Curl up by the fire and dry off?" I asked and you asked, "Why?"
"Because of the rain!" I laughed "Silly!"
Then you closed the red umbrella and let us get drenched
And running your hands down my hips,
You smiled and said, "What rain?"
©by Voo Shining Stone
Jan 12, 2022
1:25 a.m.
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Aachoo Voo Private Eye Episode 20 The Blue Fan Dancer and What Happened Yesterday now UP!
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The Blue Flame Fan Dancer and What Happened Yesterday
Monday, January 10, 2022
Saturday, January 8, 2022
Friday, January 7, 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Small Lives
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Small Lives: Small Lives It is hard for people like me Who have bigger hearts than most To live such small lives. It is hard for people lik...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Look, Woman....
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Look, Woman....: Look, Woman.... "Look, woman......" you said Trying to sound gruff, Trying to look tough, 'Cause I had been mad And ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Raven's Laugh .............. A Poe-esk write
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Raven's Laugh .............. A Poe-esk write: soundtrack 🖤 The Raven's Laugh The raven laughed And flew away But came to me Again next day. I didn't b...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: If I Called You
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: If I Called You: Run To Me If I Called You If I called you, would you come? Would you run on feet of fire? Would you fly t...
Thursday, January 6, 2022
The Latest 'Woe Is Me'
The Latest 'Woe Is Me'
Having read your latest woeful tale
About how love used and abused you
And left you abandoned
On the roadside of the highway
(You called it the highway of Hell)
I had to laugh.
I had to laugh
Because you're such a drama queen
Such a actor without genre
Such a B.S. artist worthy of an Oscar,
An Emmy, a Tony, a Grammy
And a Pulitzer Prize for the crap you make up.
Everything is about you
Sweet little innocent, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly you!
A man who wouldn't recognize himself
In a God created mirror
In a scripture, in a poem
Or a song by Carly Simon!
C'mon, man! Who are you kidding?
You've lived in denial so long, they ought to erect statues of you
Up and down that winding river in Egypt
The one Cleo used to float on
While seducing her latest victims
(Before feeding them to the crocodiles.)
How many loving, innocent hearts
Have you ripped apart
And displayed there under bright spotlights
On the altar to yourself
Accusing them of the most scandalous crimes
While you screamed "See! See what she did to me???"
My God!
When I think of all the 'never-saw-it-coming'
Pulling-the-rug-out-from-under-someone's-feet
Cold hearted narcissistic insanities you bestowed
Without so much as a "sorry" or a "tear"
It makes me shake my head in wonder
At your abject audacity!
How many times did you slaughter me
With your judgemental words
In response to the most innocent questions or statements?
How many times did you witness my happiness
And with malice aforethought
Wiped the smile from my face?
How many stories did you tell me before
About previous lovers who 'did you so wrong'
Who ran from your presence and then disappeared
Lovers you stalked when they couldn't be found
Lovers you terrified
When you took off your mask?
Well, I'm one of those lovers, remember me?
A woman who found you delightful, insightful
Talented and tender with a heart made of gold
Who prayed for you and encouraged you
Who laughed with you and loved you like crazy
Not knowing the dangers hiding there in your soul.
One day you were wonderful
The next day, insane
One day you praised me
The next, cursed my name
I never knew, ever, which one you would be
The man who had loved me or that now hated me.
And so I left and ran from your side
Hurting and horrified at what I had seen
And you couldn't stand it, how dare I reject 'you'?
So you painted your pictures to prove to all I was 'mean'
When anybody who knows me
Knows I've never been mean.
And somewhere out there in this ole world
I know there are others who loved you true, too
Women you wounded who came late to see
That you never loved them, you can only love you
Up there on your pedestal
There is no room for two.
And now you write your sad sad tales
You, the rejected, neglected, deserted
You, the big man that tore our hearts in half............
You, writing lies for your own self protection
When I read your latest
All I could do was...laugh.
©by Voo
Jan 4, 2022
For T B
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WARRIORS OF THE WAY EPISODES 1-22 EDITED LINKS ON ...
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Wednesday, January 5, 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Whispers, Be Damned
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Whispers, Be Damned: soundtrack Invisible Whispers, Be Damned Whispering in the shadows, I know it's you Head bent low so I can't see The gleaming of yo...
Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary
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Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary
Stereo blasting in full color
Bright blues for blues
Grays for emptiness
And equalizers throwing gasoline
On red hot torch songs about darkness.
She walked
But no one saw her
It was one of those days
When the nights never end
And camels stop
To fill up their tanks before
Heading into Los Angeles.
There was nothing to do about it
The ufo just hovered there
Like the one above Travis Walton's head
And I kept hoping it'd beam me up
Or knock me senseless but it never did.
Icicles hung from the sun
And snowmen melted
On the truck beds of 4th of July parade floats
While children threw candy
And taunted Santa Claus with wish lists.
I can't stand this stuff anymore!
No body writes about my life
It's like I don't have one or something
I must just be somebody's dream
On some far away planet
In the middle of an ocean of dishwater.
Is there any way out of here?
The banana cook flipped his pancake
And stared at me like I was Cornflakes
On a hot afternoon
But he had it all wrong: I was Fruit Loops.
You need a drink, he said
You look like chocolate milk
On a prehistoric playground
Here, drink this.
And he handed me a rubber plant
And a straw.
There's no ending to this story
I could go on and on and on and on.....
Like a cabaret singer
With a thousand songs in her soul
And a mike so hot it burns her hand.
I see you out there reading this
You're thinking: Damn!
I should play chess more often
I had no idea how insane the queen was.
Well, I am insane
But I'm never boring
These words prove that
These words prove
That you can make a poem outta anything
And somebody will read it and say
My God, she's brilliant!
But that's just a fact
In a constellation of a sea of fiction
Oranges don't grow on trees, baby!
And girls like me
Don't come along every day.
Which is why the earth is spinning
And global warming is popping corn in the fields
In the middle of December
Al Gore knows the truth: He invented it
Just ask his wife.
If the world turned upside down
Would the oceans fall on our heads
And would we drown in self pity
And fish for tuna in the tops of trees?
I really need an answer to that question
I really do.
Oh, wait, the CIA is at the door.....
BRB.......
(They wanted to know my sources)
They wanted to know if I was a double-knot spy
And if I knew the way to San Jose
(I told them to hang a left at the Dollar Tree.)
My therapist does my therapy for free, you know
He said it amuses him
And that he finds my vocabulary sexy
But I won't lie down on his couch without protection
I wear an inner tube and hold a flamethrower.
I'm in love with this guy
Who lives in my stereo CD player
And sings to me about blue lights and purple things
We have this love/hate relationship
I love him but he refuses to eject so I hate him, too.
Buffaloes roam in the canyons
I think they fell out of the ufo
I'm not sure. I'm sure of that
Being sure of unsurety keeps me grounded, you know?
I tried to lasso one once but it got away.
( A buffalo, you moron!)
What did you think I meant?!
I may be insane but I'm not stupid!
Except on Tuesdays but then everybody's
Stupid on Tuesdays, right?
I think I read that on a menu somewhere.
Crickets are calling my name
I must run.............
You could probably catch me
On your little frog legs if you wanted to
But there's a 99.9 % chance
That I won't kiss you if you do.
Some people live
For that 1%, however.......
©By Voo
Oct 25, 07
spur of the moment write
out of pure boredom
please don't ask me what it means
Just Enjoy it.
Stereo blasting in full color
Bright blues for blues
Grays for emptiness
And equalizers throwing gasoline
On red hot torch songs about darkness.
She walked
But no one saw her
It was one of those days
When the nights never end
And camels stop
To fill up their tanks before
Heading into Los Angeles.
There was nothing to do about it
The ufo just hovered there
Like the one above Travis Walton's head
And I kept hoping it'd beam me up
Or knock me senseless but it never did.
Icicles hung from the sun
And snowmen melted
On the truck beds of 4th of July parade floats
While children threw candy
And taunted Santa Claus with wish lists.
I can't stand this stuff anymore!
No body writes about my life
It's like I don't have one or something
I must just be somebody's dream
On some far away planet
In the middle of an ocean of dishwater.
Is there any way out of here?
The banana cook flipped his pancake
And stared at me like I was Cornflakes
On a hot afternoon
But he had it all wrong: I was Fruit Loops.
You need a drink, he said
You look like chocolate milk
On a prehistoric playground
Here, drink this.
And he handed me a rubber plant
And a straw.
There's no ending to this story
I could go on and on and on and on.....
Like a cabaret singer
With a thousand songs in her soul
And a mike so hot it burns her hand.
I see you out there reading this
You're thinking: Damn!
I should play chess more often
I had no idea how insane the queen was.
Well, I am insane
But I'm never boring
These words prove that
These words prove
That you can make a poem outta anything
And somebody will read it and say
My God, she's brilliant!
But that's just a fact
In a constellation of a sea of fiction
Oranges don't grow on trees, baby!
And girls like me
Don't come along every day.
Which is why the earth is spinning
And global warming is popping corn in the fields
In the middle of December
Al Gore knows the truth: He invented it
Just ask his wife.
If the world turned upside down
Would the oceans fall on our heads
And would we drown in self pity
And fish for tuna in the tops of trees?
I really need an answer to that question
I really do.
Oh, wait, the CIA is at the door.....
BRB.......
(They wanted to know my sources)
They wanted to know if I was a double-knot spy
And if I knew the way to San Jose
(I told them to hang a left at the Dollar Tree.)
My therapist does my therapy for free, you know
He said it amuses him
And that he finds my vocabulary sexy
But I won't lie down on his couch without protection
I wear an inner tube and hold a flamethrower.
I'm in love with this guy
Who lives in my stereo CD player
And sings to me about blue lights and purple things
We have this love/hate relationship
I love him but he refuses to eject so I hate him, too.
Buffaloes roam in the canyons
I think they fell out of the ufo
I'm not sure. I'm sure of that
Being sure of unsurety keeps me grounded, you know?
I tried to lasso one once but it got away.
( A buffalo, you moron!)
What did you think I meant?!
I may be insane but I'm not stupid!
Except on Tuesdays but then everybody's
Stupid on Tuesdays, right?
I think I read that on a menu somewhere.
Crickets are calling my name
I must run.............
You could probably catch me
On your little frog legs if you wanted to
But there's a 99.9 % chance
That I won't kiss you if you do.
Some people live
For that 1%, however.......
©By VooOct 25, 07
spur of the moment write
out of pure boredom
please don't ask me what it means
Just Enjoy it.
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