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The Insanity of the Tribes

         Earth Drum song

Insanity of the Tribes

             a collab result of......................

                  (Mental Wrestling across the Miles)

                     He

The water rippled across her back

Her long dark mane of hair a duck tail at the end

Drenched were we both in the stream

As I pulled her from the rivers edge

Coughing, we took stock of our wounds.

                   I

And I, in wet and wild dismay

Fought, not ungently, against the flow

Curious, bewildered, wanting, not wanting

Tasting water I had yet to drink

I found a kind of healing in your hands.

                       He

We breathed shallow on the banks

My love, an arrowhead buried in her thigh

The insanity of the tribes my silent cry

And a small wince as I pulled it from her flesh

We held tight and I stopped the bleeding with clay and leaves.

                               I

You have hurt me, I said without accusation

For I did not know the ways of man,

The way of the warrior beyond my boundaries

You have torn me and healed me again

You, with the eyes of a tribe I've never touched.

                             He

There was a silence between my love and I 

We whispered  words together, with inaudible sound

As our flesh drew close, I said:

" I am a human being and I recognize nothing other than this love,

This need of you."

                                 He

On every side there flew the arrow

The sound of gunfire, the cry of pain

"Now we must run for our lives, my feathered princess

We must run like the wind

Away from your people and the encroachment of mine."

                                 I

And I, with my heart, acknowledged him

And all he said and did not say

For my father's fathers would not think sacred

The emerald grass on which we lay

Or that strange fire within our breasts.

                              I

His pale hand in my brown, we flew

Across the water and up towards the sky

Through waterfalls and ancient trails

Clinging to new love as old as time

It mattered not how futile seemed the flight.

           He

We flew through clusters of new-borne stars 

Into the eye of the dying sun

Melted down into the core of earth itself

And became a part of the living land

A new tribe, birthed, born out of time.

             I

For just as we, with feet of fire

Found our freedom, our paradise

Beyond the realm of tribe and troop,

The arrows of my father flew

The bullets of your companions sang.

            We

And into arms of soft, soft dream

We fell as one, with lover's cries

Our mouths went seeking,

Our hearts poured out,

Our eyes, not knowing how to say goodbye.

              We

Me, of the earth and of the sky

You, of the sea and distant shore

We lay in arms that felt like home

In a strange, new world

With our hearts knowing like silenced drums,

 We did not belong.

a collab across the miles

©by Voo and Rusky

finished May 16, 2010

3:23 p.m.

RUSSELL/RUSKY

and

 VOO

The Dream by John Trudell

A Night Like This

 

The Red River In Me

 

WAR

War

Measures, counter measures, wounds and scars

Systematic, problematic, ordnance of war

Weaponry, battlefields, dropping of bomb

Cannon balling, name calling, will victory ever come?

Knives to the back, bullets to the head

Bayonets to the side, stabbing until dead

Underwater, overwater, flyby attacks

Night vision goggles helping to track.

Walking and stalking, following to see

Where the opposition goes to and where he might be

Interrogation, torture, tears of grief and pain

Marching mile upon the mile crying in the rain.

Wounded deep but not too deep

To go to God above

The war that started the day we met

On the battlefield of love.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 16, 2004 

2 p.m.

Your Love Stays With Me

You're Not Alone

You're not alone

Although you feel

That life and love

Is hardly real.

You're not alone

I feel your pain

I see you crying

In the rain.

You're not alone

Angels above

Look down on you

Through clouds of love.

You're not alone

The earth below

Keeps track of steps

Each place you go.

You're not alone

The oceans cry

And rush to shore

When you pass by.

You're not alone

Just think you are

You see a black sky

I see a star.

You're not alone

You'll never be

I'm in your heart now

And you've got me.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 2, 08

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What Was Can Be Again....................

                            

The past is dead but still alive in it's haunting, lingering way

We see tomorrow coming up while it is yet today

We think of things that we must do and things we should have done

And groan to think of work and toil when we could be having fun.

The little boy becomes a man, the man becomes a boy

Sitting in his rocking chair, bereft of childhood's toys

The little girl becomes a mother with children of her own

And then they leave to parents be and leave her all alone.

Cause and effect, response, react, reflexes unaware

We huddle closer to our heart to find some comfort there

The memories quiet in our minds till called to take us back

To happier days where we try to stay till the present's whip is cracked.

The days when we were beautiful, the days when we were loved

We treat those photographs like gold and hold them with kid gloves

We tell ourselves those days were real and these are but a dream

And sadly look in aging eyes knowing we 're not what we seem.

The lovers in us yearn for love, the singers, for the song

The painters long for palettes full and murals ten miles long

The teachers in us need to teach the lessons that we know

Could help the young still having fun to spare them from our woe.

But lessons learned must come from life and pain and joy and sorrow

We cannot hold to yesterday grasping for tomorrow

We cannot keep what pulled itself from our tightly clenching hands

They must be empty of all that was......... so that it can be again.

©By Voo

August 27, 2005

2 a.m.

Forever MIne

 

                                          

 

Separate Ways

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Wingless Horses

wingless horses

and we were like wingless horses

running across the sky

pounding hooves like rolling thunder

fleeing from the clouds that cry

you and I, so much in love

you and I, so much in hate

you and I, too young to carry

all that worry, woe and weight

we didn’t know what we didn’t know

we didn’t see what we couldn’t see

our hearts would look for hidden treasures

found only inside you and me

days when love would pass like strangers

nights when dreams would burn to ash

weeks when life would slice our fingers

as it hurried by so fast

and then it slowed and then it stopped

and then it drowned in pouring rain

and then it died of great neglect

and then it came to life again

great breaking hearts inside our breasts

grew stronger with each pain and tear

no separation put asunder

the union of our love and fear

you and I, we fought like lions

you and I, we sang like birds

you and I, we killed each other

with our passion and our words

but we rose up like wingless horses

that didn’t know they couldn’t fly

and raced the winds that blew against us

let them raise us up so high

until we reached the pinnacle

until we left the lowest depths

leaving madness far behind us

and sang to love with our last breaths.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Aug 6, 2012

2:00 a.m. 

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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

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