The Great Scheme of Things

The Great Scheme of Things

Words don't fail him but sometimes thoughts

Are suspended in his head like helium balloons

Full of ideas, hopes, wishes, prayers

They pop in out of the ethereal

Out of the indigo blue and with a certainty

That almost frightens.

The world speaks to him in quiet voices

Unknown tongues that are somehow familiar

Pleas rise up to his ears from the forests

The green grass calls his name

As though he were a friend

And the rivers pay respect.

This land he exists in, survives in, lives in

Is a precious commodity to his soul

Sometimes it's easy to forget

With all the clamoring chatter of technology

Just where you came from

Until clear reality slaps you in the face.

But in his dreams, he sees the new born mountains

Hears the eagle's cry and rushing waters

Feels the breath of morning wind

Wash his face as innocent

As his beloved baby boy

And he remembers what is real.

Education is a wonderful thing, he thinks

But what really matters

Is the freedom to think in the silence of peace

Turn off the world, turn off the phone, turn off the news

And bask in the wonder of a rainbow filled sky

To gather his family in the ark of his arms.

The world has come so far!

And has so far to go!

He wonders if he'll see it come to it's fruition

Whatever that may be.........

But in the meantime, there are plans to be made

Work to be done, bridges to build.

Friends to be met, songs to be sung

Poetry to be written and dreams to be dreamed

What really matters cannot be found within four walls

Inside a box of computer chips, cell phones, fibre optics

Virtual reality, nanotechnology, holograms and milligrams

In the great scheme of things, those things matter little.

He knows what matters

He sees it in his children's faces

The smile on the lips of his wife

The giggles, the fun, the yelp of the dog

The laughter that makes the sun

At the end of a rainy day.

Life is hard

But life

Can be beautiful

If you make it so

And he makes it so

He makes it so.

          

©By Voo

September 23, 07

For Professor Lance Strate

As promised.

Like Puddles On An Asphalt Street (An Oldie From Voo's Vault)

 

Like Puddles On An Asphalt Street

 Round and round this life, it goes

And where it stops, the Good Lord knows

Like puddles on an asphalt street

The silver water cool and sweet

Each tear that falls is gathered up

And safely stored inside His cup

And poured upon the soul's parched land

Where roses spring forth from His hands

Tears turn to rivers and then to tides

Of mighty oceans far and wide

And then are used to wash us clean

From the deaths of  our old dreams

Down comes the rain made of our tears

And down the drain go all our fears

Round and round this life, it goes

And where it stops, the Good Lord knows.

©by Voo

Aug 5, 2006

I Wish We

I Wish We


In this world of highs and lows and whys
I seek the wisdom of one who's wise
To tell to me why this whole world cries
And runs so fast to it's own destruction.

A baby's born only to expire
And those who survive are passed through fire
Souvenirs of lust and a night's desire
Born to a world that doesn't want them.

I think of childhood and I can't recall
What it is to rise but remember the fall
And I long for my mother at my doorway to call
But there's nobody there I can see.

A world full of motherless children cry
And beg and plead and hope and die
And reach out their arms towards you and I
But our arms are too full of our pain.

The world in war is a terrible place
Replacing the smiles with it's dread on our face
Promising us hell and giving us taste
As we go marching in to the feast.

The floods have come, the floods have gone
And taken our souls and taken our homes
Left us in sorrow and left us alone
And we walk in the water and weep.

Then the fire, it comes and burns us up
And forces our mouths to drink from it's cup
And the wrath of the world fills our hearts as we sup
And it wins in the end, we concede.

I look around me on this saddest of days
And see humankind in all of it's ways
And I feel so low I can barely pray
So I whisper my wishes out loud.

I wish we could go to a mountain top high
Away to a city hidden there in the sky
Where nobody hurts and nobody cries
And nobody misses their mother.

Where floods cannot reach us and fire cannot burn
And all of the lessons of life have been learned
Where nobody cowers in another man's scorn
And we all live in peace with our brothers.

I wish we could throw down our weapons at last
And live without fear of the future or past
We could seal up that hole where our hate has been cast
And throw the key in the sea and forget it.

I wish we could reach out and take someone's hand
And teach him to live and to love and to stand
For we're all, after all, fellow man's fellow man
Though it's clear we're a disfunctional family.

But I wish, I wish upon a star
For this land so near and for those lands so far
That the rain of peace would put out flames of war
So we'd never fear death anymore.

I wish we could rise up on the wings of a bird
On the winds of the morning like a song to be heard
By the ears of the world with it's clamoring words
And put an end to it's suffering forever.

I wish we could know and I wish we could go
To a place where we all would be ever loved so
To a sky filled with sunshine and to streets made of gold
Far away from this place, I wish we...................

©by Voo
September 3, 2005
 8 p.m.


dedicated to all the Katrina flood victims
and to all victims of the world everywhere

Coming Out Of A Coma REPOST....because, well, I just came out of a coma!!!!! What's up with that????!!! Geez..

                                                           Perhaps the strangest thing                                         you'll ever read..............*

Wandering Soul

Coming Out of a Coma

(and all the subsequent questions

a sleepless girl named Voo might ask)

🦋

What is it about dying

That makes you want to live?

To hold onto life with all your might?

To capture it in a locked cage

And destroy the key?

Even if you never really wanted to live

In the first place?

What is it about love

That makes you want to believe it's real?

And desire to hold it in your arms

And look into it's eyes

Even if you never really believed before

That anything as lovely as love

Could possibly be real?

What is it about a man

That you've never even touched...

Never even kissed...

Never even knew existed

Outside of a dream.....

But just the very thought of that man

Can make your heart beat

Like a thousand warring drums?

What is it about a woman

A woman who is all woman

And yet a child with a million questions

Written on the pages of her heart

A woman who knew she was a woman

Before she was born.....

And spent the rest of her life

Trying to find that child inside herself

Because she knew that child

Knows all the answers?

What is it? All of this?

The irrational, illogical, unreal reality

Of all of this?

The longing to live in the midst of dying?

The yearning for love in the fear of the trying?

The needing to smile in the downpour of crying?

Lucid dreamscapes you walk into

Though you've never known sleep?

Scriptwriters say

That none of this is real

That we are all asleep somewhere

Plugged into some creator's machine

Just dreaming preprogrammed manufactured lives

As He watches to see how we'll react to stimuli.

There's no such thing as crying

No such thing as love

No such thing as living or dying

No hell below or heaven above

No dream to wake up from

No arms to run into

No memories of people

Or places we've been to.

It takes a lot of faith to believe that

Much less faith to believe it's a lie

Like it took no faith at all

To let go of living

But a whole lot of faith

To decide not to die.

Coming out of a coma

Is like being reborn

The world seems strange

And yet oddly familiar

You feel as though you're a newborn baby

Entering into a body that is a thousand years old.

And it's frightening

And exhilarating

And wonderful

And awful

And awful.....

And awful

Because you can't be sure

For a very long time

If anything is real.

You're still in that place you were

Before you came back

To this place

This strange, familiar place

Where people in white uniforms smile

And take your temperature

And check to see if your heart's beating normally

When in that other place

It wasn't even beating at all.

And yet you felt more alive there

Than you ever have here

And you could do a multitude of things

That you have never attempted to do here

You could fly.............you could fly!!!

And every cloud in every silver sky scene

Was so saturated with love

That it rained sometimes for years

And no one ever drowned in it's deluge.

It was wonderful there

And yet it was lonely

Even with it's beauty and majesty

And the ever present perfume

Of fresh cut roses

And newly mown grass

A sun that stayed

 Precisely the same temperature

And nothing ever died there

Not even a dream.

It was lonely there

Because I could not find you

You, the man I have yet to find here

And yet to touch and yet to kiss

And yet to forget

Even though your memory

Covers me like a warm shawl

And follows me everywhere I go

I could not find you there

And I was afraid.

Part of me knows you're not real

But part of me knows that you are

And it's up to me to decide

What part to listen to, what part to believe

But I don't want to make that decision

Because I know that part of me

Will no longer be alive if I do.

For part of me only lives in you,

In your eyes and in your heart

And in the world we have created in our dreams

Dreams made of poetry,

Built of magic and light

In a paradise cradled in an angel's hand

And watched over by every wounded writer

That ever wrote a love song or a fairytale.

You see what I mean?

Only a child knows the answers to these questions

They don't make sense to grown-ups

Those who were born old and will die older

Who never rode a horse of fire

Or danced on thunder or kissed the dead back to life

Like you and I have

We, who have waited eons to find one another

Only to lose ourselves again

When they told us we didn't exist.

We couldn't exist because people like us

Only lived in works of fiction

Pages of prose or long Celtic sagas of lost love

And star crossed songs sung by Sirens of the Sea

Who don't exist either.

You see, we don't exist, you and I

That's why I couldn't find you there

In that other place

And that's why I can't find you here

In this one

Because that place where you and I do exist

And love and laugh and live, my love

Is in a love story in a book, in a library, in a dream

In a fantasy, in a myth, in a fable, in a fairytale

In the minds of people who do not live in this world,

On this planet, in this universe

People who do not know each other and have never met

But who have shared the same dreams for hundreds of ages

Dreaming such magnificent dreams of love and valor

And relentless searching and finding

And going through the cycle again and again and again.

And how do I know that, you ask

With that twinkle in your eye?

Come now, little boy with your mischievous grin,

You tell me!

And you take my girlish hand, fresh with youth

And we laugh and scream into the break of yet another dawn

In voices so loud they will wake the dreamers on other worlds:

Because they are Us!!! We scream, And We are Them!!!

And as long as they exist, so shall we

And as long as we exist, so shall they.

Coming out of a coma

Is like being reborn

The world seems strange

And yet oddly familiar

You feel as though you're a newborn baby

Entering into a body that is a thousand years old.

And it's frightening

And exhilarating

And wonderful

And awful

And awful.....

And awful

Because you can't be sure

For a very long time

If anything is real.

©By Voo

The Voice of Her Dreams

The Voice Of Her Dreams


She hears with her heart
She sees with her soul
She knows what is glitter
She knows what is gold.

For she loves the tall mountains
And the sways of the seas
The touch of a sun beam
And the dance of the trees.

In the beauty she finds there
Perfect peace, hidden truth
In the vines, she's untangled
In the sky, she finds roots.

There are no rarer creatures
Than the ones that can hear
When the world stops it's groaning
And the silence draws near.

In the silence, she listens
To the forests and streams
To the mountains and meadows
And the voice of her dreams.



©by Voo
To Mountain Woman
March 30, 2008
1:43 a.m.