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.

Tired of Playing The Game

Waiting

Waiting for the ringing

Waiting for the call

Waiting for the door to open

The sound of your foot fall

Waiting for your whistle

The happy of your smile

Waiting for your body

To sit with me a while

Waiting for your sunshine

To take away my rain

Waiting for your healing

To take away my pain

Waiting, waiting, all I do

But you don't seem to care

Every time I look around

You are never there

So, in this state I find myself

Tell you what I aim to do

Check myself before I wreck myself

With all this waiting 'round on you

You know I've been real sweet to you

Always tried to treat you nice

But without maintaining, the hottest flame

Will eventually turn to ice

So before I go find other fire

To warm my chilly heart

Why didn't you tell me that this would end

Before it had a chance to start?

©by Voo Shining Stone

Nov 1, 2020

5:23 p.m.

~~~~~~~~~

to all my former,

 present, past

and future would-be's,

could-be's, wanna-be's

and never will be's,

ex's and next's

and what the heck'es.....

😉

Little Drummer Boy

Little Drummer Boy

There he sits in the background, as usual

In the dark, behind the stars

 

He waits for his solo

Patiently, but not always

Sometimes, he has to play

To let go of the rage

To get all the pain gone

And beat the hell out of the demons

When he gets like that

The other members turn to look

Stand to the side

And let him have the floor

Play, little drummer boy, they chant

And the audience stops in their tracks

It's those times he lives for

Those moments he shines like the star he is

You can hear the drum beat in heaven

You can feel the roll in hell

The room races with the rhythm

And his heart comes alive with the beat of percussion

Play, little drummer boy, play, I say softly

As I watch him from my corner

And as he plays and marches to his own beat

I feel the earth move under my feet

I feel my pain shatter like glass

And fall away like rain gone dry

On and on he pounds those drums

Softly now, wilder now, wilder now

And the cymbals crash in silence

As the crescendo peaks and falls

We catch our breath

And hold it, afraid to exhale

The moment is magic

It's healing, it's deliverance in a drum

The crowd goes wild

And for a moment, the spotlight holds him prisoner

Then it's over

And the stars begin to sing again

The people rush to the dance floor

Full of energy, full of renewed release

And in the background

The little drummer boy sits in the dark

Tears fill his eyes, he is alone

His hands hurt, his fingers tingle

But the anger is gone now

The rage subsided, the demons quieted

He has played his heart out once more

And nothing else matters to him for awhile

And he is at peace

©by Voo

Dec 1, 08

7 p.m.

For Todd

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

Somewhere In Forever

 Somewhere In Forever


Somewhere in forever
Beyond my reach and realm
There is a dream I cannot see
Because my eyes are dim.

Somewhere in forever
Beyond my listening ear
There is a symphony playing for me
That my deafness cannot hear.

Somewhere in forever
Where love tastes good and sweet
There is a feast prepared for me
That I may one day eat.

Somewhere in forever
So soft unto the touch
There is a blanket spread for me
With the warmth I need so much.

Somewhere in forever
With a fragrance rare and pure
A balm falls from a flower that soon
Will all my weakness cure.

Somewhere in forever
My hopeful heart may know
That all the things I haven't seen
Yet, will their faces show.

Somewhere in forever
If forever starts today
I'll walk into a brand new world
And throw this one away.


©by Voo
Aug 19, 07