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Tuesday, July 21, 2026

Coming Towards Me repost

 


Debris
by Blue October

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Coming Towards Me


I feel you coming towards me
Like a tidal wave at midnight
Like a waterfall at daybreak
Like a hurricane
In the middle of a desert
Washing away my fears
Giving me fresh tears
But tears of joy and light.

Your face is a vision to my eyes
Your smile like the sun on a distant planet
Your hands reaching
Teaching me to reach back
And gather you to my soul
Your touch is like fire
 Fire that burns but never burns up
Like a miracle
And a magician's illusion
That is more real than real.

My eyes see you
Even when they're closed
Even when they're blinded
By shooting stars
And flashes of would-be stars
That appear on my horizon
To steal my heart away
From the only one it loves.

I am weak, this is true
And human and flesh
And always hungry for feeling
Passion rules me
And kills me
And drives me away and toward
At the same time
Away from and toward you
And your cleansing rain
And my devouring flame.

I am me, woman that I am
And yours, man that you are
Wanting more than anyone can give
And giving more than anyone
Can take
A flame within an ocean,
An ocean that burns
With liquid fire
That can never be quenched
Till it be quenched in dust of death.

Feel that breeze caress your skin
That is me
Feel that kiss leave sweetness
Upon your lips..........
That is me
Feel that heat that envelopes 
Your cooling heart
That is me loving you
Loving you, loving you
Like a song is loved by a singer
And a masterpiece, by it's painter.

And when you have loved me again
And I have dissolved like debris in water
Every ash and atom of me
Will still love you, still need you,
Still call your name
To the four winds
Still wait for you to pull me back together
And mend my broken wings
So I can once more fly
At your command.

I don't know if I love you
More than need you, 
More than want you, 
More than crave you
Like a magic potion
Made especially for me by the medicine man
Who looked into my soul
And knew what I needed
More than I did
And conjured you up 
Out of bits of broken hearts
And raindrops.

Every night with you
I go embarking on a vision quest
To find myself
And finding myself in you
A man made of magic
And lust so pure
It is too sacred to be spoken of
Above a whisper in hallowed halls.

Inside you,
There is a heaven and a hell
And a journey to be made
To the center of a heart
As big as the universe
And as warm as candles
Forming a circle in the sand
For us to dance within
Where no music is needed
But is given to us by tongues of angels
And played on harps of gold.

You step out of the ocean
Mythical and ethereal
Cooled and bathed 
By the small white hands of waves
Lapping against your flesh like the kisses
Of mermaids
Thereby refreshed by Poseidon
And released by waters
Centuries old.

You stop and look around you
Looking for me
The woman of fire and desire
That waits on the shore
Waiting for you to need me yet again
Under another star filled night
In a magic circle of light
Our eyes meet
And lock with keys of longing
As our mouths form smiles
And taste kisses
That have not yet been kissed.

And you are coming towards me
And I am waiting like a woman
Who obeys
Who waits for permission to speak
Who looks for a nod of your head to approach
And I let you think I will yet wait again
But I do not. Not tonight.

Throwing my white robes to the wind
I step outside the circle
Bare as a baby, newborn
And on sand as soft as silk
I make my way to you
Dancing like a feather in a storm
And then I run
As your body pulls me to you like a magnet
I cannot resist nor do I want to
And you are coming towards me
As I come to you
You, the tidal wave and me, the burning fire
And we embrace again, as always
In liquid flame.


©by Voo
March 23, 2019
4:38 p.m.







this write was inspired, in part, by Pele goddess of Volcanoes
and Kanaloa, god of the sea







and partly inspired by the song up top
by Justin of Blue October
The story wrote itself while I listened
to the song



And partly by...you know...my muse over the sea



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Friday, July 17, 2026

The One and Only Bill Miller


Reservation Road


 

 You Are The Rain


   

Listen To Me

 
Faith Of A Child


 
  Forever Ride               love this song so much



Bill and Burr


Thursday, July 16, 2026

Tuesday, July 14, 2026

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: As If A Dream

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If Blues Is A Woman 26

 




If Blues Is A Woman


Honey, if blues, it is a woman
Well, then, heartache is a man
Can't nobody down here tell me
The devil don't have busy hands.

You see, the boys, they love to preach it
How they love us little girls
Then they love us and they leave us
Where they found us in this world.

Then they sit in bars till daylight
Talkin' how they was done wrong
Chasin' women, chasin' whiskey
Till ever drop o' love is gone.

Now, I've broke a heart or three
Had my share of dirty deals
Didn't love the one that loved me
So I know just how that feels.

But I never meant no evil
Never tried to do no bad
Made acquaintance with tha' lonely
Slept in rooms just full of sad.

Men say blues, it is a woman
Makes 'em hurt long as it can
But I say if blues, it is a woman
Surely, heartache is a man.






        I'll Take Care of You by Van Morrison

©By Voo
May 11, 09
12:43 a.m.


Someday We'll Be Together

 








Beneath Everything


           



  

Friday, July 10, 2026

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WARRIORS OF THE WAY Episode Four The Man With Sky Colored Eyes




WARRIORS OF THE WAY

EPISODE FOUR

THE MAN WITH SKY COLORED EYES




     At the sound, I reached for my sword and quickly pulled it from it's sheath. Bounding to my feet, I took my battle stance and stood at the ready, daring the voice to be real and to show it's face. Confusion came to me when long seconds passed and no one appeared. Surely I was still lost in a dream or worse, the sickness had taken me again. Years ago it had been and still I remembered it's days and nights of helplessness and mystery. Without warning, the sword was taken from my hand and thrown aside in a movement so swift I could not have prevented it had I been a hajvoni. (one of the race of giant men of Hajvon.)
                 

I felt ashamed to be compromised and anger poured out of my mouth to hide my guilt. I roared and moved to rush the stranger I could not yet fully see. Pulling the dagger out of my boot, I struck with all the fierceness I could muster and caught the sleeve of the attacker's garment and ripped it in pitiful victory. The laugh that issued from him then made me furious beyond reason. My mind ran in a thousand different directions all at once as if taken from my control. A strong arm thrust me back and forth like a leaf in the wind. Then it held me fast against a broad chest clothed in black and brown and smelling like the forest. I caught a glimpse of gold hanging from a cord of leather and felt a heavy ring cutting into my arm.


 I struggled to pull away and the stranger grasped me tighter and pushed the hair out of my eyes to make me look at him but I did not wish to see. "Why, you're only a maiden," he said softly, "Barely more than a child." At that, I kicked backwards hard enough to do damage and felt freedom within my grasp as he moaned and let go of me. Hitting his chest with my head, I unbalanced him and turned to run. As fast as lightning he was upon me, caught my cloak and down into the soft grass I fell. 


Before I could upright myself, my eyes caught the gleaming glow of the object in one of the broken stones and I lay mesmerized and powerless. All earth and sky passed away and I entered into a realm of unknown origin and purpose. Opening a door of gigantic height and width I somehow went inside to see wonders no tongue could utter. And then I remembered no more. When once again my eyes could open and my mind think sensible thoughts, I looked around to find myself in a strange camp.  I was covered in blankets and pillowed on softness. The sun hung low now and far across the  sky. A fire was burning some distance away and the smell of food cooking made me hurt with hunger and homesickness .



 I tried to sit up but fell back down and lay there puzzled at my weakness. What had transpired, I could not say. I understood nothing and remembered less. The sickness, surely. I felt afraid and at the same time, strangely peaceful. Awake and simultaneously sleeping. I closed my eyes again and tried to recall....anything. I listened for the voice inside me to say again, "Someday you will know."


Just as it should have come, another voice near at hand broke my reverie and kindly said, "I do not have a table and chair, but do you care to dine? I do not have a cup and bowl but what I have is thine." A poem from my childhood! My nurse had recited it to me sometimes at mealtime. Then I would quote the next verse and she, the next, a lengthy piece of prose about hospitality and selflessness. I was speechless with surprise!  "I do not have a coat or cloak to shield you from the rain but I have love enough to give to help you bear your pain." I quoted from memory and softly said aloud. The moment was sweet and comforting and yet brought all the more confusion to me as I pondered it.


I opened my heavy eyes to see a man reaching in my direction. He was  holding food and a flask of water. His form loomed against the sky. Up his length my eyes traveled and rested upon a face I had never seen and yet somehow knew. He was tanned from the sun and smooth and hard and beautiful in a way I could not describe. His hair was dark and shoulder length and his arms were muscled like the warriors' in my father's training fields. Tall, he seemed and powerful like the Muhatni but not as fierce and cruel as they. (At least not at the moment but then I remembered not the actions that had brought me to this blanket.) Something in me did not want to look into his eyes but I forced myself to and felt deep inside the same yielding in him.


We looked. And stared. And looked away. And back. And froze in time as moments passed and memories stirred and breathing stopped. I felt alive as I had never felt before there in the trap of his eyes like a frightened rabbit. Caught. Never had I seen such eyes! I looked above his head at the intense blue of the skies and back into his face in wonder. My voice gave a questioning shout that winded down into a whisper and went silent. "Th..th..thine eyes!" I finally gasped and held them with my own until he ducked his head and set the food aside. He softly laughed in answer, "You have never seen eyes that were not brown, have you?" And I shook my head and tried to look down at the ground but to his face my eyes flew of their own accord.



"No, I did not know that eyes like thine existed but only shades of brown have I yet seen."  "I know 'tis quite a shock for thee to discover," he said, "In all thy travels....through unknown lands and.....perilous places. And yet, I must confess, in all of mine, I never seen such wondrous eyes as...yours." My heart raced at his words and I turned them over and over in my mind, wondering at their meaning. How did this man know of my travels and of my perilous adventures? He spoke as though he knew and yet he could not. He could not.



 I looked into the sky once more and back into his face as he picked up the flask and put it to my lips. "Drink." he said and I drank and fell back upon the pillow.  I felt I was drowning in the azure blue I had never seen looking down upon me with human kindness. I felt sleep overtake me once more and down I plunged into it's soft white clouds like lamb's wool.  My mind marveled over the wonder and magic of it all and was soon dreaming of doors and shining things and the beautiful mysterious man with sky colored eyes.








    TO BE CONTINUED IN EPISODE FIVE   ©️by Voo Shining Stone

Tuesday, July 7, 2026

INDN SUMMER DAY

 

Remember Disney's The Indian In The Cupboard??? 
 Here he is with his fine self!







The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: DANCES WITH BIRDS

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This Is The South





                                                          
                                                                                     
                                         Ya'll Come Back Now, ye hear me?
                                    Alrighty, then...........  😊😻😘      
 


                                                                                             

                             🐦‍🔥🔥 Southern girls are .....FIRE !!  yessir !🔥🐦‍🔥

Saturday, July 4, 2026

Crap Happens

















Crap Happens



Just when things are going nice
Comes some yahoo to take a slice
Of your little pie without permission
And then you cry but learn a lesson.

And then next day the same ole thing
Comes bouncing down and takes a swing
And knocks your joy right in the dirt
And you get up and hide the hurt.

And life goes on as life it does
Your chewing gum gets dropped in fuzz
The devil visits when you are nappin'
But what the hey....you know, crap happens.













©by Voo
yrs ago
April 29, 2013
at 2:06 a.m.