From My Eyes

 

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Voo · Moon of Love

 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.

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Kiss Me Slow and Melt Into My Arms

 

Ah Yes! Uh Huh sigh

 

I hate AI but this is sooooooo good!

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.

Across the Bridge Where Angels Dwell
 by Van Morrison

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The Sky Is Broken

 

Vision In The World Of The Blind

Vision

 (In The World Of The Blind)

Peering through the darkness growing

I saw the forms of men

Running in the black winds blowing

Their banners raised for sin

Rounding up the innocents

Rallying the troops

Separating goats and lambs

To isolated groups

Whistleblowers silencing

Preachers preaching truth

Scandalized and smeared with lies

Without an ounce of proof

I saw the evil rising

To rooftops and to sky

Spreading chaos through the land

As the blind embraced the lie

Oceans full of grief and greed

Sweeping out the earth

Bringing death to young and old

That never knew new birth

Bullets flying, children crying

Blood running in the street

While drug cartels, the spawn of hell

Walked by on spotless feet

Politicians shaking hands

Making dirty deals

Bought and paid for in back rooms

From power broker shills

Taking from the average Joe

Taking from the salt

Of earth, those good and godly folk

Whose souls cannot be bought

And in the penthouses of the world

Sipping cold champagne

The idol makers strategize

To give their puppets fame

(It's all about the wealth and gold

It's all about the choice

To let them tell you what to say

While they use your voice)

I saw the wars on paper planned

The calculated death

The skies so full of chemicals

You could hardly draw your breath

Marching to the hospitals

Begging for the drugs

I couldn't tell in that sick hell

The housewives from the thugs

Plans and schemes and shattered dreams

Lay scattered on the ground

While hope went up in ashes

And hopelessness came down

And men in thousand dollar suits

Tore down the nations' borders

And bowed before the entities

From which they take their orders

I saw there in the Spirit's light

The plan of old so clear

I felt the cold breath on my neck

The Devil stood so near

Like ants beneath his feet are men

Disposable, obtuse

He drains their souls, throws them away

When there is no more use

I saw there in the darkness growing

From sea to shining sea

Demon and man work hand in hand

And I know that they saw me

They saw me see the ancient Plan

They saw me grasp their dream

They saw me raise my righteous fist

They saw me and they screamed

And in the darkness a multitude

Of lights blinked on and blazed 

The Army of the Lord awakened

And their righteous fists were raised

I saw the enemy scatter then

Like insects in the light

The Devil's plan undone, unwon

As the blind received their sight.

©by Voo

April 24, 2006 

(I do not know why God lifts up

The veil to me sometimes

Some days I beg Him to shut my eyes

And let me, too, go blind

I know there’s others in the world

That see the things I do

But you can’t go back to a life of lies

Once you’ve seen the true) 

SUNDAY NIGHT- FALL BACK- MIGHTY SAM- CHANGE THE TIME BLUES (well, it's Saturday night this year but hey...)

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Mighty Sam McClain
When the Hurt is Over

"Sunday Night- Fall Back-Mighty Sam-Change The Time- Blues"

Raining.........

Six o'clock

On a Sunday evening

Or it would be

If the dadblamed government

Would stop changing the time on us!

Hell, I was late yesterday

When it was actually six o'clock

How can I keep from being late today

When it's only five???

Damn. Damn. Damn.

(Sorry, Lord)

But You know how I get

When they change the time on me......

I get frustrated and mad

More so than usual

But You already know that, don't You?

I am truly a mad woman

In every sense of the word.

I went to a concert last night

The sweetest, bluest, broken-hearted-est

Lonely singer singing the most gorgeous

Soft, down and dirty, fact of life songs

You ever heard

At least when you could hear what he was saying

Over the crash and tumble of beer bottles

Falling down those crazy steep tiers

Of the auditiorium that made me think

Of some kind of M.C. Escher drawing

Lord, forgive me

But I was almost wanting and waiting

To see someone go head first down those tiers

Into rock and roll Hell

I just didn't want it to be me.

Mighty Sam, Mighty Sam!!

You're tearing me up, son

But I can't stop listening to you today

Your blues stained voice is the perfect soundtrack

To the way I feel

And how is that, you might ask?

I feel like kicking something.......

I feel like punching somebody.....

I feel like crying and screaming

And making love to somebody

Is that too much information? Sorry.

No, I'm not! Why should I be?

It is what it is.

I had almost stopped writing

I don't know why I'm writing now

Maybe I need to..........

Vent, rant, rave, yell, pray

I don't know

I feel crazy a little bit

It was cold while ago, now it's hot

The weather can't make up it's mind either

Evidently..........

How do you expect me to make up mine?

I just want to sing and dance

In any kind of order at all

And not any specific kind of song and dance

Just as long as it's with someone I like

And someone that likes me

But there doesn't seem to be anybody like that

Around right now

Dammit!

I sure am cussing a lot today, ain't I?

Does that mean I'm a bad girl?

Or a good girl feeling bad?

The crazy thing is that I am actually feeling good

So why am I feeling so bad?

See? I told you......

It's that damn time changing thing!

It makes me crazy

It makes me confused and lost

In need of being found

And I couldn't even go to church this morning! 
'Cause my damn car is broke down ......again

Just got it out of the shop last week

And towed it back in to 'em yesterday

That car hates me

Hates me cause I won't wash it

And I won't wash it cause it won't run!

Stupid car.

Stupid life

Stupid government

Stupid time change!!!

The only good thing right now

I can think of

Is Mighty Sam McClain

Singing on the stereo

And really, he's already run his race

And is gone on up to Heaven

Where all good little blues boys and girls go

When they've run out of songs....and blues

That surely ain't me, is it?

I am just full up with songs and blues

And frustration and mean madness

And Snicker Bars and papaya juice

And a long rainy night looking in at me  

Right now outside my window

Wondering why the evening news is on now

Instead of the real six o'clock?

(The night don't know neither.)

Well, I reckon that's all I got to say

Ain't nobody listening no way

But Mighty Sam

And he can't hear me so well

Where he's at on the other side of the sky

I wish he could

I sure would love to sing with him

Show him how it feels to really have the blues.....

Woman-kind of blues

The kind of blues no man would ever understand

'Cause let's face it....

Like Latimore said, it's usually a man 

That walks in bringing the blues anyway

Always acting like he don't understand....

But we know he understands 

Even when he plays dumb as a door nail

And innocent as the driven snow

He knows. He knows.

I'm sure it was a man

Who came up with this time change nonsense too!

No woman would do something that stupid

'Cause women have to get up at the crack of dawn

And cook and clean and get children out of bed

And get dressed and made up to look good

To some late rising man who never notices her anyway..........

Damn. There I go again......

Maybe I should go to bed and wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow like I do everyday

Like I always will
And always have

And I'll get re-adjusted and fall in line again

And get my silly self straightened out 
Like Latimore wants me to

And all will be well again

In Heaven and on Earth

Until I get my heart broke again

And my car won't start

And I hear another blues song on a rainy Sunday evening

And the powers that be....who we all know are Not women..........

Will change the damn time again!

Sigh
dammit...........

©by Voo

November 4, 2018

7:22 p.m. or 6:22 p.m. or 5:22 p.m.
Who knows?

poor sad Voo
poor poor mean, mad
sad Voo

😒😁😜😆🤔😢😜🤔🤣🤣🤣

      

Latimore....... who wants to straighten out
what he made crooked in the first place.....

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EXTRA added bonus for ya!!!!

And the man I went to see in concert that night.....lawd have mercy!!!