Storybook Story

 

We Became Strangers

 We Became Strangers

If I knew the reasons

I wouldn't be writing this poem

I'd be writing love songs

And publishing them up in a tome

If I knew the wherefores

I'd be fixing them all everyday

If I knew the whys

I'd know how to make your love stay

If I knew the answers

I'd lock all the questions up tight

If I saw this day coming

I'd chain the day up in the night

But I never saw it

And I never questioned your whys

Nor conceded your wherefores

Nor answered your questions with lies

But the day is now here

And I'm watching my life walk away

And I'm begging inside

But my lips have no words left to say

I thought we were lovers

And lovers forever till death

But all of your love died

As you exhaled that love out in your breath

It is my fault, I know that now

Just like I knew it when

You asked me to be true to you

And not look at other men

But I was greedy and I was wrong

And I gave my love away

For I was lonely and I needed you

And you were always away

Then in the process of our lives

Our hearts gave up and cried

And all the sweetness of our love

Just laid down and it died

And now we're strangers just as surely

As though we'd never met

Even though our hearts still feel

And our hearts can't forget

You turn and wave and I wave back

As tears roll down my face

You board the plane and fly away

And leave a lonely place

It's cold here in our empty bed

It's cold inside of me

Why couldn't we learn as we went

Why couldn't our eyes see?

It is too late, it's just too late

I whisper to myself

We've used up all the love we had

And there is no love left

I lie and cry and hate myself

I hate what I've become

I wish I'd had more time with you

To make this house a home

But you are gone now far away

Away from heartache's dangers

And I am here to think about

How lovers became strangers

If only I......I cry out loud

Had heard your poor heart sing

But I never listened and then it stopped

And you took off your ring

Now it's too late, you've lost your song

You'll find some other ears

And she will love you like I could not

While I drown in my tears

In my confusion and my grief

I do not hear the clock

I do not hear a car door slam

I do not hear the knock

And you are there in my doorway

You've set off the alarms

But I don't care for up I fly 

And you take me in your arms

I can't leave you, you say to me

For what would this world be

If you were not here in my life

What good would living be?

My love, my love, I say to you

I pray forgive my sin

And forgive mine you say to me

And we fall in love again

This time we'll do things differently

We vow to one another

And I hear your heart sing out to me

As two strangers become new lovers

Oh, love it is a precious thing

Guard it night and day

Don't let it cry and fade and die

And don't let it walk away

Who knows if it will dare return

To the place it felt alone

Who knows if it will see it's truth

And find it's way back home

©by Voo

January 30, 2019

4:58 a.m.

Lie To Me

 

One More Night

I'll Play The Blues For You

 

Snowed and Iced in Here for first time in a long time....pretty but dangerous

 

My Winter Song

 

From my vault TROLL SONG collab

 

TROLL SONG

Fair Lady went for a walk last week

She took the bridge across the creek

The bridge was long and wide she knew

A place where soft winds always blew

But the sounds of the winds were different this day

She gave pause and thought that she could hear them say

There's more to this bridge then you have seen before

Perhaps you should listen just a little while more.......

So she sat down upon the pilaster wide

The one like the one on the other far side

She'd never sat on the bridge quite like this

In the sun by the creek with it's bounty of fish

But something caught her mind's sharp eye

She wasn't just sure what it was or why

For certain there was something that didn't quite fit

But it drew her there to stop and to sit

And then she froze, for a sound she heard

Where did it come from, the trees or the birds?

Nature was noisy but that wasn't it, though

And then she did realize: it came from below

She knelt to the boards of the bridge and did look

But she couldn't see anything, so some more time she took

For there truly was something down there under those planks

Was she scared, should she run or should she give thanks?

For under the bridge, the one on which she sat

Stood a troll in the trough, and he was all short and fat

And although it was dark and the weather was cold

The troll sang a song, and he sang it quite bold

The tune was familiar and yet it was strange

And it made her feel alive in her body and brain

She did not quite follow all that he threw

But something was different, that much she knew

Of a warriors brave heart and songs of true love

He even wailed of things up above

The troll couldn't sing; not a note was in tune

But he carried the thought and he sang of the moon

The lady was quiet and listened quite close

The words were so beautiful though the tune was verbose

The more words her ears heard, the truer they rang

The songs, they got better, the more that he sang

For the troll knew the meaning of all that was fair

He just couldn't show it, he just didn't dare

For out in the light where the people did live

He was not accepted, though he had much to give

His love songs were pure, his heart was so true

And loyalty sprang from his spirit she knew

But the world is all stuffy and full of its self

And a troll is a troll and cannot be an elf

And the trolls are for woods and the people for homes

Though they have love to share still they're always alone

So home she then went and for nigh on a week

She stayed in her castle and she thought of the creek

She still wasn't sure what to make of that day

Had she heard, really heard, what she thought he did say?

Or was she just dreaming and imagining the song

Of the troll who was sad and looked so alone

Then the day came and she went to walk in the wood

She went to the bridge where the pilaster stood

And looked through the planks at the creek bed below

She heard not a thing, though her ear she bent low

She couldn't decide, had he really been there?

Or was it the wind that had blown through her hair?

As she walked from the bridge to the creek's rocky edge

She listened and looked to the tree, to the hedge

But the troll, he was silent and not to be seen

And she wondered in her heart if he'd ever been

Were trolls really ugly, had she seen him that way?

Should she have spoken through the planks there that day?

Do trolls too, have minds, hearts, and dreams of romance?

What if she'd given him more than a glance?

What if she'd asked, ..Who authored your songs?..

And he'd replied, ..Why, I do Lady." Would that have been wrong?

For a troll and a lady, to find love to share

But she will never know for he's no longer there..........

🧔

©by Voo and D. Donson

Collab

Oct 2004

Send For Me

 

You Are My Starship

 

HELLO it's me...........

 

What Love Is All About

 

Incredible! Man Dead For 16 Minutes Comes Back with a Message! This happened to me when I was a teenager

 

AS THE MUSIC DROWNS

As The Music Drowns

Baby, I hear the tears in your voice

Even though you’re trying to be brave

There on the other end of the phone.

I know you’re sitting there

In the dark as usual

Wearing pajama bottoms and those old socks.

I listen to what you say

And to what you’re not saying

And I keep my silence until you’re through.

You have no idea how much I love you

How I’d like to put my arms around you

And hold you till the pain stops.

I’m just the girl next door,

Your best buddy,

Your sounding board and listening post.

I know you better

Than you know yourself

And I still love you enough to die for you.

I hear you get up and put on a record

Not an impersonal CD

But a scratched up old album from The Goodwill.

Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, you say

And still hold onto the phone

Like it’s a lifeline in a sea of loneliness.

You can call me anytime, I whisper softly

As I lie there looking out my window

And down at your shadow in a dim hall light.

Damn those girls that break your heart!

They have no idea how good and fine and sweet you are!

They have no idea.

But I do. I do.

And I wipe the tears from my face

As Solomon Burke starts to sing the song of my heart.

I’m a man! you say angrily into the phone

(Like you’re trying to convince somebody, maybe yourself)

I’ve been hurt before, I’m not going to cry over it.

It’s okay, I answer softly

Knowing you’re not really even listening

It’s alright to cry sometimes.

Then you hang up the phone

And turn the stereo up real high

And I lie there in the dark alone 

                                   as the music drowns out our tears.

©By Voo

Dec 08, 08

2:12 a.m.

Cry To Me by Solomon Burke, 

the song playing on the record player

An Oldie from My Vault .................... RAIN

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Rain

Rain..........I love the sound of it

Falling on my roof, trickling down the panes

Pounding on the top of my car, pouring down the lanes

Rain.........I love the taste of it

Splashing in my eyes, running over my lips

Chilling me like I'm fine wine, dripping from my fingertips

Rain.............I love the feel of it

Cleansing, renewing, reviving, undoing

The hard places in me that needs some ungluing.

Rain.........I love the sight of it

Storming my quiet days in glorious thunder

Waking my senses with wide eyed wonder

Rain..........I need it like a doctor

Healing me, concealing me yet all the same

Washing wounds from love deep in my earthen body

I stand and let the rain remove my pain.

Copyright 

©2007  Voo Shining Stone

BODYGUARD

 

Lady Blue

 

INTO THE GRAY

 

 

Gotta Serve Somebody

 

Love Is A Battlefield

It Might Be You

God Only Knows And the Jesus Movie that portrays Him so well

So powerful and encouraging......................

THE FULL REAL JESUS MOVIE that made me fall in love with Jesus

before I actually came to know him. This actor portrays Him so well and realistically

except that Jesus has very dark brown hair and olive skin

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤SEPARATE LIVES🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

 

                                                                  

                            Voo Shining Stone   

With This Tear

 

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Is There A Room?

Is There A Room? 

There is a room inside my head

Where you live,

Breathe,

Sleep,

Love

Whether you know it or not.

There is a room inside my heart

Where you dance,

Sing,

Smile,

Love

Whether you know it or not.

Is there a room

In your head

And heart

For me?

©️by Voo Shining Stone

1/13/26

Whenever You Come Around

 

African Cowboy...............Oh Yeah......Yessir!

                                                  Nat Love, famous cowboy 

                                       and one of my distant relatives                                                                                believe it or not.....

                             yeah, I know, who am I NOT related to???)

                                                  YOU, maybe?

I can't help it if there's six degrees of separation between me

and everyone else in history except YOU!

We could get married or maybe I could adopt you. IDK

Sheesh! My ancestors got around, that's for sure.

1854 -------1921

https://www.nbcnews.com/think/culture-lifestyle/new-netflix-western-harder-fall-was-long-overdue-rcna3616

                                 The movie about Nat Love aka Deadwood Dick

                                               THE HARDER THEY FALL

                                BONUS:     Funny Video  (History of Nat Love)