The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: January 2026

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Monday, January 19, 2026

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

Sunday, January 18, 2026

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

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

Saturday, January 17, 2026

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

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

Friday, January 16, 2026

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE GREEN GREEN DREAM OF THE GUITAR an urban sw...

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE GREEN GREEN DREAM OF THE GUITAR an urban sw...: Junkyard Blues by Rat Rod slide guitar Cajun music play while reading ...

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

Sunday, January 11, 2026

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)

Saturday, January 10, 2026

Aachoo Voo, Private Eye new blog still in progress

https://aachoovooprivateeye1940sserialstory.blogspot.com/

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Voo's Spoken Word Poetry

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Voo's Spoken Word Poetry: https://soundcloud.com/user-780266601/sets/voo-unmasked two poems as read by me...................................... Click on above...

WAKE UP EVERYBODY

Friday, January 9, 2026

THE GREEN HILLS

The Green Hills

The green, green hills of Tennessee
Were tall and full of glory
As they always were and ever will be
To a barefoot child who ran there.

The skies were bright blue,
Filled with clouds of white cotton
Floating along lazily in the azure expanse,
In the wrath of a gold, blazing sun.

It was an involuntary journey,
Going back into the past
That had molded and made me
Who I was, who I am.

I didn’t want to be there, like that
A stranger, a visitor coming home from the world
One that had run from those wild, wandering hills
As fast as my young legs could take me.

I didn’t know what to do, where to look
I didn’t know how to feel, how to act
It was as if I walked in a long dreamless dream
Where everything was familiar but foreign.

There was family there
Some that I barely knew,
People who wanted to know and love me
But really, had no idea how.

It was strange
And beyond strange
In that pastoral setting
Such a postcard of a place that never quite was.

It was where I learned about life
And how not to live it
Where I learned how to die
And how to avoid it.

My hometown,
A scene that seems never to change,
Those hills rising high in the mists of the morning
Like castles in a little girl’s mind.

It was there I created a world
That would never be mine
Lying in meadows, fishing in creeks,
Praying into blue skies with my eyes full of tears.

Looking for answers
To a heart full of questions
Wondering how, why and when that the answers would come
Listening for whispers that I’d never hear.

That beautiful place
Was my prison, my dungeon
Jailed in that Eden by the need to control,
The need to suppress and the need to possess.

I was my father’s daughter
But he was hardly "my Daddy"
Just the despot of paradise
And a cloud blocking the sun.

Now,
He still lives where the hills make a hollow
Crippled and bitter, with a heart slowly dying,
Failing from disuse, still congested with scorn.

We buried my brother beneath that green earth,
Buried someone so gentle
And someone who was good
In the place of a man who could never show love.

There was a peace there
In the arms of the forests
It crept in with the terror
And the fear of the unknown.

It tried to comfort me, tried to hold me
But I couldn’t see it through my tears
Now, maybe I can feel it’s touch
Now that I’m far away.

I laid my brother’s funeral rose
Against my mother’s tombstone
Her sisters sang, (the two that’s left)
Old hymns from yesterday.

It was surreal, like life and death
And sadly bittersweet
Like a photograph you have to take
But you never want to see.

What is it about going home
That makes you feel so old?
Makes you remember your every thought
And relive your every dream?

There were some mysteries solved
But I left with different questions
So many scars were opened up
That I thought had long been healed.

How can ugliness live in a place of such beauty?
Innocence die, in the face of disdain?
I do not understand, Lord, I do not understand!
Shouldn’t there be answers now, shouldn’t there be love?

I feel like such a child again
A new-born child sent back in time
To the place that formed this wounded woman,
Birthed poems of joy and dark despair.

I don’t know how to write of this
Mere words somehow cannot convey
The pictures painted on my mind,
The flood that’s raging through my soul.

Those green, green hills of Tennessee
My hell, my heaven, my childhood home
Faded now with sunset in the rear view mirror
And I’ve never felt so all alone.

©By Voo Shining Stone
August 28, 2011
the occasion of my
brother Mike's death

(my father died at 10 minutes till 11 on the 12th of the 12th month,

to be found on the 13th in the year of 2014!! (if that's not High Strangeness I don't know what else to call it! His death was the first of so many friends and family members in the following days that it began to look like some kind of macabre stage play! People were scared to come near every branch of the family no matter how far apart they lived so many started leaving this mortal coil in every odd bizarre way imaginable, both young and old and his GHOST still haunts the place to this day)