HE'S ALIVE and SUNDAYS ON THE WAY

 




CAUSE WE LOVE HIM



CAUSE WE LOVE HIM


HE SENT THEM OUT, SOME TWO BY TWO
AND THEY WENT THOUGH THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
OF HIS WILL AND HIS WANT, THEY HAD BARELY A CLUE
BUT THEY WERE SENT AND THEY WENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


THEY WENT THROUGH THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES AND THORNS
THEY WERE PELTED WITH STONES AND WERE TAUNTED BY SCORN
THEY WERE RIDICULED, MOCKED FROM THE DUSK TO THE DAWN
BUT THEY WERE SENT AND THEY WENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


MIRACLES HAPPENED AND THE CROWDS LARGE THEY GREW
HEALINGS AND DELIVERANCES AND SALVATIONS TOO
DEMONS RAN OUT WHEN THEY WERE COMMANDED TO
AND THE DISCIPLES' FAITH GREW CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


AND TIME WENT ON AND THE CHURCH GREW IN NUMBER
THERE WAS LITTLE TIME FOR SLACKING AND NO TIME FOR SLUMBER
LOST HUMANITY GOT FOUND AND THE WORLD WEPT AT THE WONDER
AND IT SPREAD ROUND THE EARTH CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


INNOCENT MEN, NEWLY FREED, NEWLY BORN
PREACHED IN THE MARKET PLACE TO THE LOW AND FORLORN
AND WALKED CARRYING THE GOSPEL TILL THEIR TIRED FEET WERE WORN
BUT THEY WALKED AND THEY TALKED CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


THEN CAME THE DAY WHEN THE LOST ONES REBELLED
AND DECIDED THEY'D RATHER CONTINUE ON INTO HELL
AND THEY SILENCED THE CHRISTIANS AND TOLD THEM NOT TO TELL
BUT THEY COULD NOT BE SILENT CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


AND THE WOLVES ROSE UP AND CORNERED THE SHEEP
DISPATCHED THEM AT NOONDAY AND SLAUGHTERED THEM IN THEIR SLEEP
DEVISED TORTURES ANEW TO MAKE THEIR CHILDREN WEEP
BUT THEY DIED IN THEIR JOY CAUSE THEY LOVED HIM.


AND THROUGH THE AGES, TIME'S MARCHED ON
AND CLOSER NOW ARE WE TO HOME
THE SHEEP TO THE SHEEPFOLD, TO THE PLACE WE BELONG
WE MARCH ON AND WE FIGHT CAUSE WE LOVE HIM,


THE WORLD IS FULL OF DANGEROUS SNARES
PITS OF PERSECUTION AND COFFINS OF CARES
THE WOLVES FAR OUTNUMBER THE SHEEP HERE AND THERE
BUT THE SHEEP GIVE THEIR LIVES CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.


NOW HERE AT THE EDGE OF THE END OF ALL THINGS
WE CAN LOOK INTO HEAVEN AND BEHOLD, OUR HEARTS SING
THOUGH THE WOLVES BITE AND BRUISE US, WE WILL GIVE EVERYTHING
AND WE REGRET NOT A THING CAUSE WE LOVE HIM.



©by Voo Shining Stone
June 5, 2004
1:40 p.m




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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary

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Looking For A Muse












 

Looking For A Muse


I used to write a lot

Stories, poems and things

I used to dance and love romance

I even used to sing.


I woke up in the morning

With a smile upon my face

Went to bed with lucid dreams

But all that's been replaced.


No poem has come to me in days

No dream has come in nights

No dance or romance has lured me in

And nothing seems all right.


I was born with a pen in my right hand

I was born with such love in my heart

High, lofty dreams carried me on their wings

Couldn't wait for adventures to start.


There was always a muse standing beside me

Always spurring me on

Giving me hope and my own way to cope

As I wrote a new poem or song.


And through the years replacements found me

In moments of joy or of strife

A new muse and friend when old assignments would end

There was always a muse in my life.


But now, alas! There has been no muse

To take the last one's place

No one to inspire me to write again

With his love or his smile or his face.


Perhaps I exhausted the muses I had

Used up their inspiration somehow

Their talents were spent  (I don't know where they went)

But I'm ready to write, ready to dream.........

And I'm looking for a new muse to come find me now.



©️by Voo Shining Stone

      March 22, 2026




     my once and always permanent muse

                         L💙L


***A male version of a muse is simply called a Male Muse. While "muse" is traditionally feminine, male muses are figures—lovers, friends, or models—who inspire creative work. Common synonyms for a male muse include inspirationmentorguide, or partner.



Sunday, March 22, 2026

Look Woman, You Said......



Look, Woman....

"Look, woman......" you said
Trying to sound gruff, Trying to look tough, 'Cause I had been mad And soon became sad 'Cause things had gone bad I didn't know why I didn't know how I wanted to fix What was breaking Down now I hated to fight Hated the path and the plight That love has to trod When it exchanges sweet nothings For politics and God I wanted to go back To the fun and romance The tease and the tension Of an endless slow dance My heart was so heavy My eyes started to cry The mountains fell on me, The stars from the sky I wanted to shake you Make you make sense But misunderstanding Made me put up a fence That I never wanted With it's "Keep Out!" alarms "Look, woman....." you said And before I could shout "What!?"
My hard heart just melted And fell into your arms........ 🧡

©By Voo Shining Stone Sept 11, 2020 2:20 a.m.


Loving You Is Easy

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Small Lives



Small Lives



It is hard for people like me
Who have bigger hearts than most
To live such small lives.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such large dreams
Never see them come to pass.

It is hard for people like me
Who have such tirelessly thoughtful minds
To be disdained for the very thoughts we think.

It is hard for people like me
Who have more love in our little fingers
Than a thousand hearts who don't care that they don't care.

Why must it be so, this deadly truth?
This common fact,
This observation made on a daily basis
By those of us with all of the above and yet none of the above.

That is, the dreams that are fulfilled,
The grand thoughts brought to fruition,
The love we've given, returned
The hearts so filled with the yearning for life, given a chance to live?

Why must we live destitute
 In a world full of treasure chests spilling over with love?
Why must we dance in our dreams on feet floating on air
And wake holding nothing in our empty arms?

Why must we build the castles in our minds
Only to see them crumbled by reality's hands?
Why must our hearts wither and die, deprived of the thing
That keeps them alive more than blood?

Why must we live like this, helplessly watching
The big tidal waves sweep our dreams off the shore
Why must we live these small, small lives
When there could be so much, much more?



©By Voo Shining Stone

             Aprill 2020 

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IT WAS THAT

Soundtrack to piece
by Roy Todd
Must play for full effect
right click on video, hit Loop
and it will keep playing!




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It Was That



Dogwoods blooming by crystal streams
Twilight drifting past your shoulders
And touching my cheeks with starlight
We kissed our first kiss………….
It was that innocent, that special.


Mistletoe falling from Christmas trees
In a meadow draped white with snow
And decorated by angels
We danced our first dance………………
It was that breathless, that pure.

Cathedral bells chiming in the new year
In a golden city with silver streets
And champagne filling every mud puddle
We became one at our first joining………..
It was that beautiful, that forever.

And we breathed each other’s air
And walked upon one another’s feet
Arms entwined like ivy through lattice
With lips that sought no other mouth……………
It was our life, it was our love.

Van Gogh painted us,
Monet decorated our house,
Chopin wrote our love songs,
And Da Vinci was our teacher……………
It was our future, it was our history.

We grasped life with eager eyes
Living every moment
With our souls woven in wonder
Devouring love like bowls of bread………
And never getting filled.

Dandelions pushing through newly born grass
On a May day so golden the sun was singing
And wrapping the river in heated arms
We felt our first inkling……………..
It was that puzzling, that inconceivable.

And Autumn came
And the leaves did not turn orange and fall
The trees fell instead
And with them, all the colors in the world……………..
And left a canvas gray and without sun.

The gold of the dandelion
Turned to fragile wisps of fluff
Though the stem stood tall and straight
As long as it could stand…………..
And the winds came, dispersing all it’s glory.

What do you say when the book is finished?
When symphonies lapse into silence
And landscapes fall from their frames?
How do you recapture dreams that die at waking
And retrace steps that have vanished on the shore?

Dragons breathed upon me
And swept the sky of stars
The last rose wept and laid itself so gently on your heart
And every light blinked in the dark……………
And our house bowed it’s head.

Wildfires burning through emerald forests
Clear cut mountains that used to be green
Dust and ashes where there used to be life
We said our first goodbye………………….
It was that desolate, it was that sad.




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©By Voo
June 10, 2012
11:19 p.m.


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6 comments:

  1. This one absolutely breaks my heart.....mostly because I fear an ending to my own life with my husband. At 69 and 73 in our respective ages, after 51 years of marriage with beginnings I can relate to in this poem, I am realistic, knowing that there WILL be a goodbye one day. Who will leave first and when, I don't know. I desperately want to be the one to "go" first only because I don't want to be left without him. Good poem, but, oh, how it hurts.

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  2. "Dragons breathed upon me

    And swept the sky of stars"

    Amazing!

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  3. So sublime and well crafted. It runs like a movie with each scene so intense n moving notwithstanding the sadness it oermeates

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    1. Thank you, singing Man! lol It wrote itself. I had no idea how it would end.
      If I recall correctly, it was this piano piece that inspired it. That frequently
      happens to me. So glad you liked it

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