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Saturday, September 23, 2023

Love, Like A Bird

 





Love, Like A Bird


I found some love in a world of lovelessness
It tumbled at my feet like a bird out of a nest
I picked it up and held it in my hand
It spoke to me but I didn't understand.

So I took it home and put it in my room
With lots of sun and space to help it bloom
I tended it and mended it's broken wing
And after many days, I heard it sing.

Never having heard a song of love
I wondered what this unknown thing was made of
And soon the wondrous marvel, with my aid
Began to find it's strength there as we played.

It hung about my shoulders happily
And sang and kept it's trusting eyes on me
And through the days and nights with stars above
A world once loveless there, we fell in love.

And love taught me so much I never knew
How to know the false from what was true
How to tell the flatteries from charms
And captivated me within it's arms.

Each day I woke in joy and rose in bliss
Hungry for love's touch and for it's kiss
Tearing down the walls around my heart
I let my fear and loneliness depart.

Who knows what love is truly or can be
A mountain's height or depth of silver sea 
Unbridled passion or a sweet embrace
Love changes form and often times, it's face.

We lived and loved like people ought to live
Giving love like lovers ought to give
No thought had I that it would ever end
That I would lose my lover and my friend.

I danced with it in joy around the room
So unaware of shadow or of gloom
The windows opened wide on that bright day
And when I wasn't looking, my love just flew away.




©by Voo Shining Stone
June 10, 2020
1:05 a.m.







Friday, September 22, 2023

Finishing Touches

 














What If


What if I
And what if you
Took a lie
And made it true?

What if one day
And what if they
Gave back to us
What they took away?

What if, what if
If you and me
Shared all the love
There'll ever be?

And what if you
And what if I
Could stop not caring
And dare to try?

What if they're real
The things that seem
So real in fantasy
And outside dream?

What if we wake
To a bright new morn
That love creates
And be reborn?

What if this woman
What if this man
Become one from two
If you take my hand?

What if's the question
And the heavy blow
But if you don't answer
We'll never know.

What if.........................?



©by Voo Shining Stone
June 29, 2021



See The Love She Found In Me

 








Monday, September 18, 2023

Dreamer

 Dreamer


Farther shores that exist in dreams

Call to his heart

Here in this life of complicated nonsense,

Old magazines, five dollar cups of coffee

And pop culture that mostly pops

But is not cultured.


When morning comes, he has not slept

But sits, still dreaming of a plan

To not make a plan

To be spontaneous in an unarranged

Detailed sort of arrangement

Hidden to the eyelids of the masses

And unheard of by the ears of conformed

 Genius claiming idiots in their billionaire boardrooms.


Music? What is that? It is his heart's blood

It is his heart's beat.  It is his soul's rush

It is his life, his love, his touch from divinity

His sanity............................


Now and then he slips into the night, still dreaming

And down the streets in rhythm walking fast

And singing low, listening to the guitar in his head

The piano solo in  his mind

Writing words that come together of their own accord

And in the writing down of those words

Heal him in some sweet mysterious way

That nothing else can and that nothing else ever will.


He longs to be invisible but needs the world

To see him as he is

And what he is is a dreamer in a dreamless world

A tough and tender warrior in a place of tiny phones

And I-Podded computer generated popcorn  pathos

Churned into a butter that won't melt and eyes that won't meet

And hearts that won't love and rain that won't fall

Until his hands touch those ivory keys and pluck those silver strings

That call out silently with their little voices, beckoning him back

No matter where he walks and no matter how far he runs.


The music calls him but it won't wait...............

It must be written. It must be played. It must be sung

Even if his heart is the only heart that ever hears it

Even if his tongue alone will taste the words

He is a dreamer and his music is the dream.




©by Voo

For Mark

August 12, 2006

11:30 p.m.






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Just In Case


Just in case tomorrow never comes
Just in case the sun forgets to shine
Just in case the world is drowned in tears
I'm writing this to say what's on my mind.

I hope you all have love living inside you
I hope you all have peace within your soul
I hope you all come through the fires now burning
Refined and finished, shining like pure gold.

This life is never promised to the careless
And those that think that this is all there'll be
For when this life ends, be it short or lengthy
That's when you'll walk into eternity.

So hug your friends and family 'fore tomorrow
And kneel your knees and pray away your strife
And give your soul to the only One can save it
For holding to this world can't save your life.

Tonight  might be the last night you lay dreaming
Today just may have been your final day
So leave nothing undone that needs the doing
Before the angels carry you away.

The world will never end, the scriptures tell us
But will be formed and shaped and made anew
But just because the earth will live forever
Doesn't mean that it's the same for you.

Over twenty years ago came September the Eleventh
A morning like all others come before
Nobody knew when they awoke that morning
That they would never walk back through their doors.

My heart is full of longing for my Savior
My soul is full of sorrow for mankind
So please tonight, make sure your souls are righteous
And let Love fill your hearts while there's still time.





                                                                TAPS

©by Voo
Sept 10, 07
11:11 p.m.

Thursday, September 7, 2023

The Life and Death of the Sun

 







The Life and Death of the Sun



The cold autumn sun
            Is fading so slow,
She's looking for something
            She may never know.

            A room full of darkness
           That she can peek in
That's swept clean of clutter
            By her old friend, the wind.

Blowing steady like memories
           That cannot be seen
           Like the tasting of kisses 
           Like a hot summer's dream.

When the winter creeps in
           And the light crawls away
          Then the owls and the shadows
           To the woods come to play.

          There the sun rests in waiting
           For the night to pass by
          And they hold and caress her
         And she tries not to cry.

        But the sun, like the moon
      Needs to shine to be heard
      Like the growl of the tiger
       And the song of a bird.

     She is lonely in wanting
     And she shivers and sighs
     Watching, yearning for dawning
     With the Earth in her eyes.

     Then, in rushes of morning
     She awakes full of light
     Leaves still falling like teardrops
     From the soft Autumn night.

There ahead lies the Winter
There behind Summer's heat
Spring is only faint memory
And the fall's in retreat.

But the sun seems immortal
Be it cold, hot or rain
And she shines up the darkness
With it's pathos and pain.

Looking for what, she knows not
But she looks evermore
In the morning and noon time
And the dark of the door.

But she's fading in Autumn
Like a leaf in the wind
And the snow, soon will chill her
Till the Spring comes again.

Myths are spun on her shining
Tales are told 'bout her spark
Men believe she's a Ruler
But she follows the dark.

And one day, she will burn out
On that day, no one knows
And the night will reign endless
In the world when she goes.





©by Voo
Nov 28, 2010
7:48 p.m.

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Wednesday, September 6, 2023

In Memory of our Bear...born April 6....passed September 6

 

Monday, September 6, 2021

R.I.P. to one of our Aachoo Voo alumni ....Dr. Bear Burr....

 (born April 6 ---passed---Sept 6) Memorial Page

          💔💔💔💔💔💔🐻💔💔💔💔💔💔

Actor, poet, comic, drummer, dancer, mimic, lover of music and God

You Are Loved

😢😢😢





















(some episodes starring Bear as Dr. Bear Burr)







                             

Prince, Bear's favorite singer 
Sometimes It Snows In April


September When It Comes

4 comments:

  1. A great tribute to Him, Voo! I know you miss Him……….. Hugs! 🤗 🤗

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    1. thank you, David. His death still seems unreal. I know he's in Heaven though so I am comforted.He loved his Aachoo Voo character and episodes...🐻💔

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  2. A lovely lament 🥀

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