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Sunday, November 17, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SHADOWLING
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: ALIEN EYES
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: IN THE MOONLIGHT DEEP
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: MUFFINS IN THE YARD
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE HILLBILLY BOOGIE MAN LEAVES HOME
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
California Studs and Duds (no offense to good guys from there) if there are any....JK
California Studs and Duds
There was a dark cloud over my house
And the sun had been erased
The day you took your pretty mask off
And let me see your face.
The day all the love and all of the trust
You'd been building in me without doubt
Dissolved into reality like the illusion it was
And left me standing there open mouthed..
I should have known, I should have known
Should have seen those red flags flapping
In the breeze of your insincerities
As I fell into your trapping.
Why is it that almost every man I've met
From that California land
Seems to be a narcissist in love with himself
And the mirror in his hand?
Believing his own hype
And legacies of his own making,
Believing he has wisdom and depth
But he's shallow and he's faking.
Is there something in the water out there
That creates these hateful lovers?
Something there that turns real into unreal
When you pull back the covers?
Do all these actors walk around
Playing characters and roles?
Auditioning hearts to play their next victim
As the heart of the last one folds?
I never dreamed upon meeting
These dazzling, daunting creatures
That soon the charm would melt away
And expose such darkened features.
And all the witless, undone wrong
Would be thrown in my face
Stabbed with cold accusing eyes
Then find myself replaced.
I never ever saw it coming
The rug pulled beneath my feet
I stood with shattered mind and with
My heart like shredded wheat.
They hate it when they see you see
Though you've been so sweet and fair
That when their masks are torn away
There's simply nothing there.
Emptiness and hollowness
These California studs........
Are full of that and yet still boast
When they're exposed as duds.
I'm not a cruel and spiteful person
Not a mean bone in my frame
And everyone that knows me well
Speaks highly of my name.
Self lovers play such awful games
They don't know how to love
They only like it you're when down
And they're hovering up above.
Never meet your idols, they say
And that saying I find to be fact
I gave my poor heart to those that I adored
And now, well.... I just want my heart back.
California dude, I've torn down your pedestal
As you're flexing your muscles out there in the sun
Turning and yearning to break another sweet heart
You can turn over now, 'cause baby, you're done.
©by Voo
12/22/21
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: the cat with one big EYE
Thursday, November 7, 2024
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THIS WHITE ROOM
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NO MORE NIGHT
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: LARRY AND GARRY AND MERRYANNE new edit
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE CIRCLE WHERE LOVE RESIDES
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: GIVE ME A NAME
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: LIFE AND DEATH OF THE SUN
Monday, October 28, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Evanescence of Love In The Year 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Man In Black and The Woman Who Was Not There ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: first bite
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: HORROR STORY (FROM Voo's Vault)
Wednesday, October 23, 2024
Tuesday, October 22, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: SEDUCTION IN PALE GLOW
Monday, October 21, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Only Lonely....A Disjointed Discourse at Four In T...
On The Edge Of Night
I spotted you on the edge of night
Like a waking dream on a morning that will not rise
Your hand waved gently but your eyes held mine with a grip of iron
And across the chasm, our souls touched.
A wolf stood by your side but it whimpered at your word
A raven, nodding with mournful face, cried out a voiceless song
It was a yearning that cannot be spoken
And a darkness that breaks out in sun, and a coming home.
Wonder filled me as I stood dying and rising up again
A rapture and a terror like an ancient thing made new
The moon lay silently about your shoulders
Then fell at your feet, as the shadows passed by, along with my trembling heart.
The chasm beckoned with an unfulfilled hunger
Engulfed me in abandon and a never known joy
And as you watched and waited, in that endless, endless longing
My feet with wings of innocence, found the bridge that was not there.
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Death by DeJa Vu
Wednesday, October 16, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Something Wicked This Way Comes (scary oldie from ...
Saturday, October 12, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: In Your Paradise
Like A Breath
Friday, October 11, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Beware The Kitten's Claws....(The Enigma of Love)
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: I AM THE CROW
Thursday, October 10, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Midnight As Always
Tuesday, October 1, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The One
Monday, September 30, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Love May Catch A Lonely Train
Sunday, September 29, 2024
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: I Wish We
Sudden Kindness from the vault
Saturday, September 28, 2024
Friday, September 27, 2024
In This Corner
IN THIS CORNER OF MY WORLD
WHERE THINGS ARE QUIET AND DARK
I SIT AND THINK ABOUT MY LIFE
AND WHAT'S LEFT OF MY HEART.
IN THIS CORNER CHERISHED THINGS
COME TO MY MIND ONCE MORE
THE WAY SHE LAUGHED WHILE LOOKING BACK
AS SHE DANCED THROUGH THE DOOR.
IN THIS CORNER LITTLE THINGS
LOOM LARGE AND GIANTS BE
HOVERING IN THE STILL OF NIGHT
TO TRY AND FRIGHTEN ME.
IN THIS CORNER MEMORIES
STILL COME AND GO LIKE BEAMS
AND I RELIVE THE HAPPY TIMES
WHEN MY HEART BURST AT THE SEAMS.
IN THIS CORNER I FIND MYSELF
THE MAN I USED TO BE
THE MAN I WAS AND THAT'S COMING FORTH
THE MAN THAT'S TRULY ME.
IN THIS CORNER I BOW MY HEAD
AND THINK ABOUT THE PAST
THE FUTURE HESITANT ON THE HORIZON
AND THE DREAMS THAT LIVE AND LAST.
IN THIS CORNER MY HEART CAN SMILE
EVEN ON THE DARKEST DAYS
AND I CAN GRASP IN MY TWO HANDS
THE JOYS THAT COME MY WAY.
AND WHEN FROM THIS CORNER I TURN AWAY
TO FACE LIFE AND WORLD ONCE MORE
I'LL LAUGH WITH HER AS SHE LOOKS BACK
AND COMES DANCING THROUGH THE DOOR.
©BY VOO
Wednesday, September 25, 2024
The Story Of The Storm
The Story of the Storm
I hear it now, the thunder roaring
Warning me of rain to come
Warning me of winds to blow
Waiting for you here at home
I hold my breath, anticipating
Waiting for the drops to fall
The first hot hits of lovely lightning
The violent wind to howl it's call
And where are you, my best beloved
In this prologue of gothic weather?
Are your ears tuned in to the thunder
As my heart aches to be together?
You know how I love the thunder
And I've always danced out in rain
Never feared a lightning bolt
For it's a storm that takes my pain
Look, the skies grow darker now
See the clouds scroll back to let
The rain pour down on dry dust as
I run out into the wet
Ah, there it comes, the pouring rain
And here it comes, the wanting you
And there you are, the welcomed home
Into my hungry arms on cue
And the tale is told
And the deed is done
And the end finds it's place
In the sleep of the sun
But what of the epilogue
And what of the end?
When the storm has passed over
And has taken the wind?
Will we lie down in wonder
Or cower in fear
That the storm sought to keep you
From meeting me here?
For the same thing that l love
That I anticipate
Will one day take you from me
And that storm I'll berate
But of this we don't know now
And you will never see
As we lie in the aftermath
Of the storm, you and me.
©By Voo
June 12, 2017
5:22 p.m.
What Survives of us is Love repost
Sunday, September 22, 2024
Hope In small Things
Life, like everything, goes round
On it's own terms
Spinning in invisible circles, moving
To unwritten, unheard music in God's head.
I guess I wanted it to be different somehow
For me to be somebody special
Like the people I see on the streets, maybe
Walking past me, talking to their friends.
I guess I wanted to know what it felt like
To be loved
To be treated every once in a while
Instead of tricked every bless'ed morning.
But nobody asked me
So I just make up my own life as I go
Music plays softly in the background of my soul
And sometimes I dance when nobody's watching.
I find hope in small things on occasion
Wisps of wonder, magic in motion
I thought someone almost smiled at me once
And I kinda smiled back behind my hand.
But it still feels like
I'm living somebody else's life
It's not working for me
Maybe it would work for you.
I'm not asking for the world
Just a taste of joy, a bite of happy
I could live on that for a thousand years
I could run off that till my feet fell off.
I'm starving to death
Pandering on these mean streets for love
Those hopeful moments
Come spaced farther and farther apart now.
But something inside me keeps whispering
Don't give up. Don't let this sorrow kill you
Keep looking for the small things that give you hope
For hope, like life, will surely come round again.
Oh, God, let it come round again.
©By Voo
December 30, 07
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHEELS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: REBIRTH PTS 1 AND 2
Saturday, September 21, 2024
Sometimes In The Morning
Sometimes In The Morning
Sometimes in the morning
While the sun is still in bed
I lie and watch dream figments play
On the big screen in my head.
Sometimes in the morning
When the day begins to fall
I lie and watch the shadows dance
On the blank spots on the wall.
Sometimes in the morning
When I don't want to rise and shine
I think of you and your sweet smile
And wish that you were mine.
Sometimes in the morning
When the night is slowly dying
I wonder why I love you so
Without my heart even trying.
Sometimes in the morning
I crave your tender touch
And I put my arms around myself
But boy, that don't help much.
Sometimes in the morning
Before the alarm clock starts to scream
I make myself fall back to sleep
To finish my unfinished dream.
Sometimes in the morning
I just lie there till it's gone
And waste the day thinking of you
Till the lonely night comes on.
And nights, they are the hardest
With no one to hold you near
I just lay there till the sun shows up
And wishing you were here.
Some time in the morning
On some day I can't foresee
I'm going to find you and make you come
Stay in this bed with me.
And we can watch the world go by
And the moon and sun above
Will come and go but we won't know
For we'll be lost in love.
Sometimes in the morning
I think that's what I'll do
Cause I'm so tired of lying here
Just dreaming about you.
©by Voo
Aug 29, 2019
4:48 a.m.
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