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Tuesday, February 22, 2022

City of Light (R rated ) Danny Aiello & Hasan ( love this song!) plus more Danny R.I.P.

 








TWOSDAY

 


Decomposing

 



Decomposing


The songs don't come anymore

The poems don't rhyme

The clocks don't chime anymore

They don't tell time.....


The music ebbing like the tides

Does not come back

The dreams appearing for mere moments

Fade to black....


The days go gray like the clouds

All full of rain

The joy of life sparks then blazes  

And dies in pain....


Where and when will I be blessed

By touch of love

Descending down, not to ascend 

To skies above.....


Every day in every way

I taste the death

Of every dream I ever dreamed

While breathing breath....


I'm not writing, I'm not rhyming

That chapter's closing

I'm not winging, I'm not singing

I'm decomposing....


Decomposing like the roses

Dropping down

Once so high but now just lying

On the ground....


Decomposing like a nest

Emptied  of bird

Little eggshells full of songs

Now still, unheard....


Like a petal drifting slowly

Through the air

Looking for a place to land

But none is there....


I am drifting, I am falling

I'm transposing

No symphony, no verse for me

I'm decomposing....


Decomposing, void of love

And void of dreams

I'm a feather swept away

On joyless streams......


The music's fled

The poems have died

My muse walks no more

By my side.....


Decomposing 

Decomposing

I'm...........

De-composing..................









©by Voo Shining Stone

2/22/2022

2:02 a.m.

just pulled out of the air



Nothing Pure






Nothing Pure


The devil wears black leather
And drives a motorcycle made of different machines:
Harley, Indian, Honda, American Eagle,
Big Dog, Suzuki, you name it....
A custom made hybrid bike....
'Cause he don't like nothing pure.

The devil don't like nobody
And nobody don't like him
And he likes it that way:
It gives him a morbid pleasure and a twisted kind of relief
'Cause he never was one
For small talk.

Big issues were always his game
You know the ones:
Life, death, sin, taxes,
Heaven, Hell, politics,
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
And inventing new religions.

Who has time for chit chat
And text messaging
When there are people to kill,
And places to blow up,
And lives to ruin,
And sitcoms to script?

Life is not a bowl of cherries
To his way of thinking
It's more like a bowl of watermelons
Full of ghastly seeds from the Garden of Eden
Growing, living things
That not even he and Monsanto can stomp out.

But he tries, he tries.....
It's a never ending battle,
This mission of his
Pluck up this, tear down that,
Hybridize those, clone all these,
And of course, blame it all on alien abductions.

It does get tiresome sometimes,
This quest to destroy all purity
Finding it in himself, he set out to purge it,
Re-mold himself, re-create himself,
Re-invent himself, destroy himself,
Though he does occasionally, even now, miss the days when he was pretty.

Life was simpler then, up there
All he had to do was sing, smile,
Learn how to play new instruments,
And keep an eye out for enemies,
Who, of course, hadn't yet made an appearance
And eventually, figure out how to make a snake look good to a woman.

Women are silly creatures:
Tell them they can't have something,
And they'll move Heaven and Earth
To get it
Tell them they can have it,
And they lose interest in it almost immediately.

Men, on the other hand,
Want hardly anything
And won't walk across a Garden to get it
Even if it's on sale or free
All they want is to lie in the shade and try not to think
And most of them do a good job at that.

Humans are useless
He doesn't understand why they were created
In the first place
And out of dirt, for pete's sake!
What kind of biologist comes up with that concept,
For crying out loud? Dirt??

He, himself was made of finer stuff than that!
Essence of diamond! The purest gold!
24 carat holy stuff,
And the breath of God
His wings, like stained glass windows
And his face almost too beautiful to gaze upon.

But he mustn't dwell on that now
He had things to do, places to go,
People to see, and a short time to work
There was still some purity in the world
That had to be tainted, dropped in the mire,
And thrown in the pit.

Hybrids were an affront to the Big Guy
Not really His, not really, His creations
More like a joint effort
Between Frankenstein and Silly Putty
All this nonsense about purity and such!
6000 years and he was still in the lab.

But one day, one day.....
The whole world was gonna look
Like Ground Zero on September the 12th
What a glorious day that had been!
The day when the world changed, the media said then
Yeah, well, baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet!

Me and the boys,
We gonna ride through your burned out cities
And your bombed out landscapes,
And your amber waves of grain
Like Hell's Angels going on a picnic
And we're gonna celebrate the death of all things holy.

Too bad you won't be there to see it
Too bad there won't be anybody's faces to rub it in
Or strut around and sneer at,
Or crucify and tar and feather,
'Cause all things pure and holy will be gone.

Oh, hell, yeah! Gone, baby, gone!
And the only things left on Earth
Will be stuff we made,
Stuff we took joy in,
Stuff we created out of death and destruction,
And Nephilim spare parts.

The devil runs his hands across his whiskered face,
Spits on the ground and looks up at the sun
He sees an eagle circling high just riding the breeze
A spy, he supposes, they're everywhere
Reporting his activities and spoiling his fun
Well, it's Eagle Season, he grins.

He loads up his bow and arrow,
The shoulder launched, heat seeking,
Weapon of mass destruction kind,
And fires at the magnificent bird
Waiting for it to scream and fall, 
He wonders what he'll use for target practice later on.

But the bird doesn't fall
It flies off to a high topped mountain peak
And sits there in a tall pine tree
Just staring at him with a gleam in it's eye
Challenged, he roars angrily and starts the bike up the mountain side
But the motor sputters and fizzles out with a whimper.

6000 years and he still hasn't figured out
The formula for fossil fuel..............

©by Voo
November 20, 10
6:16 p.m.