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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: New Love

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: New Love:   soundtrack New L ove New love  Comes  as the dawn  on a new day Out of darkness,  dreaming Itself into being Singing unwritten songs, Dan...

SHADOWLING repost

 

Celtic music

SHADOWLING

DOWN IN THE MEADOW WHERE THE WHIPPOORWILL CALLS
AND THE WEEPING WILLOWS GROW
THE MOON STAYS FULL MOST EVERY NIGHT
AND THE GOBLIN WINDS DOTH BLOW.

THERE IS A SHADOWLING BOY, THEY SAY
LIVING IN THAT PLACE
THEY'VE HEARD HIM LAUGH AND SEEN HIS TRACKS
THOUGH NONE HAVE SEEN HIS FACE.

UP ON THE ROOF IN MIDNIGHT'S DARK
DOWN BY THE WISHING WELL
THEY SAY HE HAUNTS THE VILLAGE GREEN
THEY SAY HE COMES FROM HELL.

WHEN MISCHIEF IS DONE, THEY SAY HE'S THE ONE
WHEN SOMETHING IS FOUND AMISS
THEY SAY HE'S TO BLAME, THOUGH NONE KNOW HIS NAME
AND I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT THIS.

FOR MANY MOONS, I'VE SEARCHED THE MEADOWS
THE FOREST AND THE TREES
AND CALLED FOR HIM, THE SHADOWLING BOY
BUT NO ANSWER HAS COME FOR ME.

I BROUGHT HIM ROSES FOR PRESENTS
AND BREAD THAT I BAKED MYSELF
AND WHEN I TURNED 'ROUND AT THE WISP OF A SOUND
THERE WASN'T A CRUMB OF IT LEFT.

ONE NIGHT IN THE STORM AS I STOOD BY THE BROOK
AS THE DAY FADED INTO TOMORROW
I THOUGHT I HEARD A LOW, LONELY CRY
AND I THOUGHT I FELT HIS SORROW.

IN THE LIGHTNING STRIKE, I SAW A SHADOW
AND THE SHADOW STOOD ALONE
I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO THE GHOST
BUT IN THE NEXT BREATH IT WAS GONE.

THE PEOPLE SAY HE'S EVIL
AND MALEVOLENT AND MEAN
BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S FAIR TO JUDGE
SOMEONE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN.

THE SHADOWLING BOY IS A FABLE, SOME SAY
AND OTHERS SAY, A MYTH
BUT I THINK HE'S REAL, IN MY HEART, I CAN FEEL
HE'S THE ONE THAT I WANT TO BE WITH.

I'LL SEARCH FOR HIM AS LONG AS IT TAKES
TILL THE END HAS TAKEN OVER THE WORLD
BUT THE THING YOU DON'T SEE 'CAUSE YOU CANNOT SEE ME
IS THAT ......I AM A SHADOWLING GIRL.

©BY Voo Shining Stone
1:30 p.m.
Jan 19, 2005

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: ALIEN EYES

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: ALIEN EYES: Start the music now................join in the cosmic dance. Alien Eyes ...

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHISTLING IN THE DARK

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHISTLING IN THE DARK: Whistling in the Dark I whistled for you in the dark because that was our sign That and the tiny candle spark b...

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Back In Love By Monday

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Lay Me Down To Dream repost

 

The Dove
by Brian Crain

Lay Me Down to Dream

Lay me down to dream, I said

And looked deep into your eyes

I am so tired and weary now

I need some lullabies.

Lay me down to dream, my love

My days have been so long

I need to rest upon your chest

I need to hear your song.

Lay me down to dream, I plead

My dreams have flown away

I cannot think or recall them

I don't know how to make them stay. 

But there within your gentle hands

And in your tender touch

Is every dream I've ever had

And all I love so much.

Pull me close there in your arms

And think of what I've said

Then when I'm calm, then lay your hands

Upon my weary head.

And transfer every dream in you

That you can give or spare

And send me to that land of dreams

Where I can meet you there.

I do not know the way, my love

I can't find it on my own

Bestow on me that precious gift

Known to yourself, alone.

I've traveled many miles, you know

On a recent treacherous route

And found myself in perilous places

With no one to lead me out.

But there were angels and there was you

And the good Lord up above

And He blessed me with a road map back

And a light made out of love.

And I've come back from darkest dark

With a new mission, it does seem

But I need you now to sing me to sleep

And lay me down to dream.

©by Voo Shining Stone

June 8, 2019

7:47 a.m.

JUST ONCE

3

Star Trek Heavy Metal

 

Take Me Back

 

Seventeen Forever

Seventeen Forever

I am seventeen in my heart

Forever

No matter how faded I may become,

How ancient I will seem one day

How elderly I might appear,

To future children

Who will never be younger than I.

I am seventeen in my soul

Forever

An innocent thing running

In morning's glory

Through sunflowered fields

And turquoise skies

Full of laughing birds

And whispered wishes.

I am seventeen in my attitude
Forever

(And defiant)

Wearing black leather

And hanging out with boys

No mother would ever approve 

I tempt them with my eyes

And disdain them with my mouth

Kiss them on the backs of motorcycles

And ignore them in the halls.

I am seventeen in my emotions
Forever

A wounded kitten

Looking for love

And having no idea

What love might be

When I find it

But every day in a hundred ways,

I continue my search.

I am seventeen in my mind

Forever,

All woman

With a void that can never be filled

And a hunger that can never be fed

Except by that thing, (whatever that thing is)

That is missing from the deepest part of me.

I am seventeen in my spirit

Forever

Wilding away in the fields of eternity

Dancing on bare feet

Where the green does not fade

Watched over by angels who smile at my bliss
Watching all those, like me
Who aged with every tick of an earthly clock

Age no more

But remain in our happy and grateful hearts, 
Forever
 Seventeen.

©by Voo
started yrs ago
and finished just now
Dec 2017
12:39 a.m.

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Won't Be Tonight

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Won't Be Tonight: Glen Hansard put on loop It Won't Be Tonight Standing on the precipice  That steep and craggy cliff that draws my woun...

I Found You Too Late

 

I Found You Too Late

I found you too late

To make you be mine

We were so out of step

Out of date, out of time.

I was here

You were there

We could never touch hands

But we reached anyway

As life blew up our plans.

I don't know where love lives

I don't care what they say

Love never ran to me

It just ran away.

We were poets and dreamers

We were songs without rhyme

We were distant and different

But still two of a kind.

How I wish things could change

Wish with fate could placate

That you'd found me in time

But I found you too late.

Love's a dream that you wake from

In a heart that's asleep

Thinking waters are shallow

But the waters are deep.

I could love you forever

But forever won't wait

Love began with an ending

We just found us too late.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

May 13, 2026

Artist Rendition

 

Artist Rendition

Picasso paintings flash through my mind
Illustrative of the people I’ve known,
The people……… the men,
Okay, the lovers.……
Or the would-be-lovers that would have been
But could not be and should not be
But were there or almost there
Where I was and should not have been
At the time.

If that makes any sense.

Why Picasso, you might ask?
I’m glad you asked………..
It’s simple, really,
Let me explain.
(Are you sitting down?)

Ever since childhood,
Long ago and far away…….
Okay, yesterday,
Okay, look, it’s an on-going thing..……
I’ve always been convinced
That Picasso had a Humpty Dumpty fixation.

I mean, look,
(And I’m sure you’ll agree with me)
If we’re being honest…….
Don’t all of his painting subjects
Look like Humpty Dumptys
Who at one time,
Had to have been sitting on a wall somewhere?
I mean, really?

Love is like a badly cracked up egg
It can’t be unscrambled,
Can’t be un-scooped………….
You can’t remix the yellows and the whites
After you’ve separated them
Well, okay you can.………..
But then you have to bake a cake or something
(Or give yourself a facial.)

Damn! Why do I digress so much?!

The point I’m trying to make………
Is that all those Picasso people
Look like they’ve cracked up
On the sidewalk of love
And been repaired the best way he knew how
By the magic of art……..
(And with strange unfocused eyes.)

Is that so hard a concept to grasp?
You seem like such intelligent people………….
I was sure you would understand
I was sure you could follow my reasoning
I was sure…………
(Who the hell am I talking to?!)

I was always a Van Gogh lover myself,
A Monet fan, a Renoir romanticist………
Van Gogh’s subjects were plain and simple folk,
Like me,
So ugly they were beautiful,
Their faces full of agony and passion,
Always searching for the beauty in the dirt
And falling for the lovers who were broken.

Every man I’ve ever loved was like a Picasso painting,
Oh, maybe not before, but afterwards….
One minute strong and whole,
With the sidewalk beneath his feet………….
Head in the sky, smile on his face,
Reaching for me with those hopeful arms…………..

And the next thing I know
I’m trying to fix him up
With Super Glue and Duct Tape,
Scooping his scrambled brains
Back into a skull like an ancient sculpture,
Chipped and speckled like robin’s eggs
And hoping no one will notice what’s amiss.

I do the best I can…….
But there’s always something missing
When I’m done
Maybe the smile……………
Maybe the eye is over there,
The foot is dangling awkwardly………..
And I can never find the heart.

These memories hang
In the museum which is my mind
Every wall, adorned,
Every space, filled up with art
So oddly out of place………..
Picasso pieces in a Van Gogh world.

It’s time to find a new hobby, perhaps
I’m beginning to think I’m a lousy artiste………..
An abstract Impressionist in a dark studio,
More skilled at finger painting than portraits in oil,
My end results, caricatures, chimeras and comedies……..
And all of my lovers, like bad scrambled eggs.

©By Voo
March 6, 2011
12:50 a.m.

A Thousand Knives

 

A Thousand Knives

Beyond darkness,

Unforgiveness shouts

Like a thousand knives

Forgetfulness, 

Soiled beneath memories,

Creaking, lying………

I feel terror,

Torment,

Loneliness,

My lover

Is an angry mob.

©by Voo

June 28, 2011

10:10 p.m.

Muffins In The Yard

                

Muffins in the Yard 

Granny threw the muffins out

Pa said they were too hard 

She'd baked all day and got hell for pay

Now there's muffins in the yard.

Granny cooked a possum stew 

Up special for a treat

And Pa came home, left it alone

Said it smelled like his bare feet.

Granny baked a birthday cake

For Pa's eighty-eighth birthday

Pa blew out the candles and went to sleep

Without a word to say.

Granny made an apple pie

With apples picked herself

Pa came in, went out again

Left the pie there on the shelf.

Granny cooked some gravy

To eat with eggs and bacon

Pa woke up, poured him a cup

And no gravy was ever taken.

Granny cooked and Granny cleaned

And Granny did the chores

Pa sat around and went to town

Till she couldn't take it anymore.

Granny stirred and Granny mixed

A formula perfected

Arsenic, strychnine and a pinch of thyme

For the years she was neglected.

Granny waited and Pa came home

From sitting on the Square

Whittling with the good ole boys

Like he didn't have a care.

Granny set the kitchen table 

With the best china that she had

So pretty in the candlelight

It made her heart feel glad.

"What garbage are we having tonight?"

Pa snickered like a heel

He filled his plate and then he ate

His last supper, his last meal.

Now Granny cooks to her heart's content

And life is no longer hard

But the wild life outside has all up and died

From eating muffins in the yard.

© by Voo

December 2, 2004 

10:30 p.m. 

                          

  Lord I wish I was a single girl again

            

Stranger In Moscow

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The Fire That We Make

 

                                                                   

 The Fire That We Make

You walked in the door

And the room lit up like

A 4th of July grand finale

And a Christmas tree trimmed 

With ten thousand stars

My god! 

You were an answer to a prayer

And a dream come true

Strutting in like a man who knows

Who he is and what he wants to be

Our eyes made contact

And the chemistry sent flames

Through our veins

And arrows of love into our hungry hearts

It was music, it was magic

It was a tsunami of longing

That could only be sated one way

And it would not be denied

Not then, not now, not ever

It was a fire unquenchable

And a storm that would never be quieted

No matter how senselessly we tried

And here today, tonight

We still feel the flames

Reaching out like fingers

Responding to silent screams

My fire, your fire entwins

Liquifying like streams of lava

All yearnings consuming

In the fire that we make.

©️by Voo Shining Stone

5/15/26

Desperate Characters repost

 

start music now

Desperate Characters

Desperate characters

we dance in the dark

trying to capture

that magic, that spark

Wining and dining

and yearning to feel

the way that we did once

when true love was real

Desperate characters

we probe with our eyes

and try to detect there

the truth and the lies

Hoping for something

that can't be replaced

by strangers and others

that time has erased

Desperate characters

we give it a whirl

out there on the floor

the ballroom of the world

Of loving and losing

and losing some more

two ships without anchors

that have crashed on the shore

Still looking for magic

and longing for home

cause a house is just shelter

when you live alone

Desperate characters

trying so to be brave

holding onto a moment

that the heart cannot save

Then the music, it stops now

and the bright lights come on

in the dark, I was hopeful

but I'm leaving alone.

©by Voo

Sept 13, 2005

1:23 a.m.

Fabian Perez

painter of these marvelous paintings............