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Wednesday, November 26, 2025
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE: Nothing Pure The devil wears black leather And drives a motorcycle made of different machines: Harley, Indian, Honda, Americ...
WRITING ORIGINAL
Writing Original
by ©Voo (yeah, right!)
Summertime
and the living is easy....
No, wait!
That's been done!
What am I thinking?
To be ! or not to be !
That is the.....
??????
What the hell??
Sorry, Will, old boy
Don't roll over in your grave
(I mean't no harm.)
She walks in beauty
Like the night....
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
This is not going well.
Start again, shall we?
Ready, set, type!
Ahem!
Whenas in silks
My Julia goes......
OMG!
She walks in beauty like the night
Of cloudless climes and......
Heaven, help me!!!
Come live with me and be my love!
And we will all the pleasures prove
O, for the love of........!
When, in disgrace
With fortune and men's eyes
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.....
(Yeah, yeah, that sounds good!)
What!!!!?????
What do you mean?????!!!!!!
Oh.
What about this, then?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
Surely..... not!!!
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately.......
Ancient!? How ancient !!???
Old MacDonald had a farm
E I E I O!!!!!!
Whose woods these are I think I know
No?
Frost, you say?
As in David?
Robert?
Mother Who????
Blast it all!!!!!
Alright, one more time
One last, last time......
ONE FINAL, INSPIRED TIME.....
What if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to a summer's lie
There!
Good heaven's, man!!!!!!
Are there no bubbles left to be unburst????
This can only mean one thing!!!!!!
All the good stuff.........
Has already been written!!!!!!!
Curses!!!!
Yesterday......
All my troubles seemed
So far away
Now it looks as though.......
? ??????????? The What???
Forget it!
I give up!
Here, take my pen, my paper,
My typewriter, my keyboard, my Blackberry
The dust on the window
The sand on the shore.........
I shall write
No
More.
Again.
Forever.
oh, wait!
A masterpiece
Just formed in my head.....
Oh, joy! Oh, rapture!
Wait for it.....
Wait.....
Ahhh!
And the word erupted sculpted and transfused
Confused in it's infancy of ink.......
What?! Oh, give me a break!!!
You mean a Machine wrote this?!
A Word Machine??!
Well, that's it, then........
SIGH
*** last lines written by my buddy Jimmy, the Word Machinist. Lines so
good I had to steal them.****
and
thanks to Shakespeare,
Herrick,
e.e. cummings,
Frost,
Paul McCartney
and
all
the
other
great
classic
poets
whose
works
I
shamelessly
borrowed
here.............
SIGH
Prodigal
PRODIGAL
I LEFT MY HOME SOMETIME AGO
SO FOOLISHLY, SMUG AND VAIN
AND ALL I'VE THOUGHT OF SINCE I LEFT
IS GOING BACK HOME AGAIN.
I LEFT MY FATHER'S LAVISH MANSION
TO KNEEL IN THE MUD WITH THE SWINE
I HUDDLED AND FOUGHT FOR A BIT OF CORN HUSK
ON WHICH I WOULD HUNGRILY DINE.
SOMEHOW I THOUGHT THAT THINGS WOULD GET BETTER
AS I MADE MY OWN WAY THROUGH MY LIFE
WITHOUT HELP OR HAND FROM, GOD, SON OR MAN
BUT ALL I FOUND OUT THERE WAS STRIFE.
MY FATHER GAVE ME A GREAT INHERITANCE
AND I SQUANDERED AND THREW IT AWAY
ON PLEASURES AND LEISURE'S AND THINGS OF THE WORLD
AND SHAME IS ALL I HAVE TODAY.
HOW COULD I BETRAY MY FATHER'S TRUST?
HOW COULD I TURN AND LEAVE?
HOW COULD I LAUGH AND DANCE AWAY
AND LEAVE HIM THERE TO GRIEVE?
I NEVER PLANNED TO DO IT
I NEVER THOUGHT I COULD
TO BACKSLIDE WAS A FOREIGN THOUGHT
I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD.
I WONDER WHAT HE'D SAY TO ME NOW
IF I GAVE HIM AN OVERDUE CALL
HOW CAN I TELL HIM THAT I HAVE NOTHING LEFT
BUT LOST EVERYTHING IN THE FALL.
PERHAPS HE'LL LET ME SLEEP IN HIS BARN
AND THROW ME SOME CRUMBS EVERY NIGHT
PERHAPS HE'LL SCORN ME AND SCOURGE ME WITH WHIPS
AND TELL ME TO KEEP OUT OF SIGHT.
I WONDER WHAT MY BROTHER IS DOING
HE'S PROBABLY ARRAYED NOW SO FINE
EATING AND DRINKING AND TAKING HIS EASE
AND OWNING ALL THAT WAS ONCE PARTIALLY MINE.
MY FATHER PROBABLY LOVES HIM SO
AND HATES MY VERY NAME
HE PROBABLY LAVISHES HIS PRAISES ON HIM
AND NEVER WANTS TO SEE ME AGAIN.
WELL, TELL ME WHAT I HAVE TO LOSE
I'M SICK AND GASPING FOR BREATH
I FOUND THAT THE HEALTH AND THE WEALTH OF THE WORLD
WAS JUST EMPTY, DISILLUSIONING DEATH.
I SEE THE EDGE OF MY FATHER'S ESTATE
THE WHEAT FIELDS AND CORNFIELDS SO GREEN
I SEE THE GARDENS OVERFLOWING WITH PRODUCE
IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SIGHT I HAVE SEEN.
THERE ARE THE HORSES I USED TO RIDE
THERE COMES THE FAT LITTLE CALF
MY HUNGER GNAWS WITHIN MY FLESH
LIKE IT'S TEARING MY STOMACH IN HALF.
MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS WORKING THE FIELDS
MY BROTHER IS PICKING THE FRUIT
BUT WHERE IS MY FATHER AND WILL I SOON FEEL
ON MY POOR RAGGED BACKSIDE.....HIS BOOT?
AND SUDDENLY I SEE HIM THERE AT THE DOOR
AND OH, I MUST HAVE BLINDED EYES!
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THERE'S A SMILE ON HIS FACE
AND IT LOOKS LIKE HIS ARMS ARE THROWN WIDE!
ONE STEP AND TWO AND NOW I AM RUNNING
AND MY FATHER IS RUNNING TOWARDS ME
ONE KISS, ONE EMBRACE AND NOW I AM WEEPING
AND MY FATHER IS WEEPING WITH ME.
" KILL THAT FATTED CALF!" SAYS HE
TO THE SERVANTS AS FEAR FLEES AWAY
"LAY ON THE TABLE A FEAST FOR A KING
AND TELL ALL, COME TO OUR HOLIDAY!"
NOW MY FATHER TAKES ME IN HIS ARMS
THE PLACE WHERE I KNOW I BELONG
HE PLACES HIS ROBE UPON MY TIRED SHOULDERS
AND SAYS TO ME SOFTLY "YOU'RE HOME."
©by Voo
When I first came to know the Lord
The Prodigal Son Story (Luke 15:11-32
Sunday, November 23, 2025
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: INSANITY OF THE TRIBES a collab with V...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: INSANITY OF THE TRIBES a collab with V...: Earth Drum song Insanity of the Tribes a collab result of...................... ...
Under The Boardwalk w/Bruce Willis
I have this album and I love this man
Praying for a miracle for him. Please God!
Friday, November 21, 2025
From My Eyes
Start music now
wrote this poem to this song
From My Eyes
I cry music
From my eyes
Liquid melody
Falling in rhythm
Down a face
That knows the rain
Did you see it?
The new song?
Did you hear it?
It played for you.
©by Voo
April 16, 08
11:35 p.m.
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: GOSSAMER CHAINS
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: GOSSAMER CHAINS: Gossamer Chains Perfume lingered Like a wisp of memory In an aged mind. A whisper Spoken from yellowed...
Thursday, November 20, 2025
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Some People Look Better From Behind
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Some People Look Better From Behind: Some People Look Better From Behind There are some beautiful people And some gosh-awful ugly ones, too Some people are ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE: The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: NOTHING PURE : Nothing Pure The devil wears black leather And drives a motorcycle ma...
Wednesday, November 19, 2025
Monday, November 17, 2025
Couldn't Have
Couldn't Have
Perched on the edge of the sea cliff like a
Bird contemplating flight I stood stock still
And let the wind caress my face and blow
Back my hair in long black streams.
Down below and out in the distance
The raging sea beckoned to me
With it's little white hands of salt and foam
It was a gray day full of clouds and fog
A perfect day to leave the world on
Does anybody care? I asked out loud
More a plea than a question, more a prayer
Than a plea. Is anybody there? I asked the sky
I waited for an answer that I never expected to come
And felt my heart drop to my stomach and my stomach
Rise up into my chest
Just then a sea gull flew by and I thought I heard it say
Don't do it.
Didn't it? No, couldn't have. Gulls don't talk
I thought of all of the loves I had lost and all
Of the loves that never had been and all of the anguish
I had passed through in ever growing depth and length
Enough was enough.
Just then a ship out on the ocean passed by and I
Thought I heard it's deep bass horn say
Don't do it.
Didn't it? No, couldn't have. Horns don't talk
Nobody will miss me, I thought. Nobody gives a thought
To me. Nobody. Better to do it now and get it over with
Just then a plane flew over my head just below the clouds
And I thought I heard it's engines say
Don't do it
Didn't it? No, couldn't have. Engines don't talk
I'm crazy, I thought, I'm insane
I'm grasping at straws and trying to find reasons
When there aren't any. Why wait? Just do it
Just then a voice behind me in the mist
Startling and sudden, spoke out loud
In a tone I'd never heard before
And I thought I heard it say in foreign tongues
Don't do it.
Didn't it? No, couldn't have. There was no one there
Nobody cares! I screamed to the winds and the winds
Carried the sound of my cries out into the sea
Echoing off the cliffs and joining with the throng
Of strange white birds that suddenly appeared
Out of nowhere, that hovered there below me
And above the craggy rocks with broken peaks
I'm doing this! I shouted, I'm getting this over with
And nobody can stop me! Nobody on earth!
Then positioning my body like a precision
Olympic diver and letting the icy tears spill down
My determined face, I gave one last look around the
Awful world that had forsaken me and said, Goodbye
Then with courage and despair filling me like helium
I stepped off the cliff into weightless air and waiting death
And anticipated peace............
And I jumped.
I don't know how long I fell
My eyes were closed and my senses resolved to feeling
Pain unspeakable for the last time but only for a moment
I just wanted it to be over
I prepared to hit the ground with a velocity that took
My breath and the wind of my falling dried the tears
That still clung to my eyes and twisted my hair
Into long snake like dreadlocks wet with the mist of the ocean
Now! I thought and braced myself in anticipation. Now, it ends!
Just then, two strong but strangely tender arms broke my fall
And caught me before the moment of impact on the rocks
Swept me up into the sky like a space ship at warp speed
And I opened my eyes and saw that I was surrounded
By the throng of strange white birds that were no birds at all
But shining beings with wings and shields and swords.
I looked at them in awe, dozens and dozens of them, hovering there
And back to the one who held me in his arms like a broken doll
I looked into his eyes and tried to fathom what I beheld there
But I could not. It might have been love. I don't know, never
Having known it but it felt like love. We told you not to do it
He said without opening his mouth. You are greatly loved whether
You know it or not. Greatly loved.
And then like an eagle he flew
With me and all the others back to the safety of the cliff top
And set me down in a place I had not noticed before
Green with flowers growing and soft breezes touching me
Like whispers. Live! he said and bounded to the sky with his friends
Forming a V formation and flew into the West like a
Silent white cloud and was gone before I could blink
I fell to the ground and lay there for hours and slept.
I must have slept. I must have! It must have been a dream
Towards evening time, I picked myself up and started towards
Home, feeling strangely alive and refreshed and renewed
What have I done? I asked myself in amazement. Am I dead or alive?
I did not know. I had never felt alive before
Just then a cloud of white, white birds flew over me without a sound
And for some strange reason I thought the cloud spoke to me
And rained compassion down on me and kindness
No, couldn't have, I thought, Clouds don't talk
Couldn't have. Couldn't have. Couldn't have.
Then my eyes picked up a speck that fell in my direction, falling fast
I watched as it drew near me quiet as snowflakes, white as snow
It fell into my outstretched hands like a longed for gift
A present to a child on Christmas Day. I caught it in my hands
And clutched it to my heart.
And I have it still......and it still speaks to me........
It speaks of love and life and I no longer want to die....
I cannot prove what I have told. I cannot convince a soul
I barely convinced myself! But there it lies in it's silver case
Under lock and key, more precious to me than gold:
The white feather that spoke
And you say, It couldn't have
But it did and it does.
©by Voo
Jan 13, 2005
9:30 p.m.
by Van Morrison
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