Moon of Red

Moon of Red 

Moon of red in a midnight sky

Omens of life sent forth to die

Cries of passion, cries of fear

Drenched in drops of rain and tear.

Where comes the night that has no day?

Whence comes what takes the dream away?

Who hears the voice of voiceless plea?

Which pours from lost ones just like me?

I ponder as I sit beside

The pool of tears from all who've cried

I wonder as I think on this

As panthers prowl and serpents hiss.

I do not know nor do I care

If there's a reason for me there

For reasons come with every task

And mock before you even ask.

The screech of owls, the rustling leaves

The sighing of the soul that grieves

The sounds surround me sitting here

And fill me with the feel of fear.

Higher now, the moon of red

Swiftly rises above my head

The air, electric with ethereal breath

Inhales life and exhales death.

And those who know the plot and plan

The few, the remnant of mortal man

Reach out to grab what's blown apart

And hold it tightly to their heart.

Trailing my fingers through the pool of tears,

I bend to watch my reflection appear

The red moon has tainted what in sunlight was fair

But alas, no reflection of my sad face is there.

Just a red moon, a red pool,

A dark sky of black

I'm afraid and I cry out

But get no answer back.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Oct  26, 2020

9:28 p.m.

Alone In The Dark

 

Alone In The Dark

Alone in the dark, tonight I stand

A lost and lonely, broken man

Seeking for a hand to hold

Seeking a mending of my soul.

I turn that way and I turn this

Yearning for a devouring kiss

Craving for a sweet caress

To calm the storming in my chest.

It hurts, the wounding that I feel

When my eyes saw love was not real

Just an illusion, a butterfly

A glimpse in the corner of my eye.

That touched me with a smile so fair

And left me bewildered, standing there

Not knowing right, not knowing wrong

But hearing snippets of your song.

The song, I know, you wrote for me

Beneath the weeping willow tree

When our eyes met and our hearts clove

And my soul knew I'd found my love.

And I held to that lovely prize

That I thought lived there in your eyes

But, alas, that gift was not to be

When you took that love away from me.

 

And here I stand in the dark alone

Still not accepting that you're gone

Not accepting the pain or the cut of the lies

That ripped me to ribbons with the cold of your eyes.

I stand here alone in the dark  by myself

Wondering if there is any love left

But all I feel are teardrops rolling down off my face

And of your beautiful love song, I hear only a trace.

And the sound of your laughter in the cold midnight breeze

Ever the temptress, ever the tease

You don't know what love is, you don't have a clue

How to love me in earnest but you know I love you.

So I wait in the cold as the snow's falling down

And it molds to my form and I freeze to the ground

Just a sad frozen sight, a heartbroken snow man

With his eyes full of tears, and his bare outstretched hands.

Reaching to you who cannot reach for me

Looking for you who will not look at me

Living and loving  but loving unknown

Crying and dying in the dark all alone.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Oct 23, 2020

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: My Scariest Writes Ever!!! ALL LINKS ON ONE PAGE ...

The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone: My Scariest Writes Ever!!! ALL LINKS ON ONE PAGE ...:       Click on title of poems below to take you to the page THE RAIN MAN DANCES (this may be the scariest thing I've e...

The Raven's Laugh .............. A Poe-esk write

soundtrack

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The Raven's Laugh

The raven laughed

And flew away

But came to me

Again, next day.

I didn't bid it 

Come to me

But still it came

Though stealthfully.

Sitting on 

A snowy bough

Peeking in

My window now.

It sat there watching

 Half the day

Not even cold

Drove it away.

Watching, watching

As if a spy

The bird with malice

In it's eye.

For from a dream

The thing had come

A living nightmare

And I, it's home.

For many nights

I'd fairly screamed

To wake myself

From what I'd dreamed.

Such bitter sorrow

Such sorrow felt

To see that grave

On which I knelt.

My own true lover

My only love

Blessed by the stars

And sky above.

Blessed by the Blesser

Of all things true

I'd prayed so long,

He'd sent me you.

Such happy days,

Such blissful nights

Till jealousy made

Wrong things of right.

And anger stole

My joy from me

And made me into

Your enemy.

We fought like tigers

And we fought well

Our lover's Heaven

Became our Hell.

You ran away,

I brought you home

I locked you in 

That place alone.

With one small window

To view the world

That could not save

My dark haired girl.

But every day

A raven came

Through snow and sunlight

Moonlight and rain. 

And sat there watching

You through the glass

Till you had withered

And from this life, passed.

I buried you

In a grove of green

Far from the city

And thus, unseen.

But I did not know

Till many days

That one had witnessed

My wicked ways.

That cursed raven!

Your only friend!

Perched by the window

Where it had been.

Covered now

By bricks and mud

To conceal the prison

Of your innocent blood.

And then the nightmares

Began to come

Would not relent,

Leave me alone.

All night in terror

I cried and cried

Dying over and over

As you must have died.

My beautiful lover,

Gone without trace

While your guardian raven

Laughed in my face.

Laughed like a human

With revenge in it's heart

Piercing my soul

With each screeching dart.

And then it was gone

And I didn't know where

How, when or why

And I didn't care.

I found a new lover

With long, jet black hair

Face like an angel's

So sweet and so fair.

Some might call her strange

Some might call her weak

Because she can't laugh

Nor can she speak.

But sometimes, I confess

I wake up in fright

To find her just watching

Above me at night.

I ask her what's wrong

She shakes her dark head

Then violently loves me

In our old hand carved bed.

That is carved with two hearts,

Rambling roses and lace

The moon and the stars

And your pretty, dead face.

(I love my dark and silent lover
With a heart still torn in half

But last night I woke in feathered arms
And I heard that raven laugh.)

©by Voo Shining Stone

Sept 13, 2020

2:33 a.m.

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So help me!!! As I was just now posting this.... A crow or raven right outside the window of this room...laughed Haw Haw two times!!!! It freaked me out!!! What are the odds of that happening!? Never see them around here......spooky!!!!! 👻

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)

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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

Shades and Shadows

Shades and Shadows


Shades and shadows
Overcast the great green ground
Of Earth and sky and sea
And people and tree
Their tingling fingers touching
Hearts with coldness only
Human hearts can feel
And only human souls 
Can dismiss........

It spreads
This darkness too dark to see

Too dark to taste

Too dark to fight

Without a supernatural light

Shades and shadows

Looking down and 

Looking out and looking

Upon

Like overseers keeping watch

On underlings and landlords......

Lording greedily over property

We feel them but we do not know what

We touch them but we recoil unaware

We see them but we do not recognize

The shades and shadows standing beside us

Hovering in the corners, hiding behind the doors

Walking inside our minds and haunting us 

In our dreams

They have always been here

Long before us, long after us......

In ageless fields we cannot see

And do not want to visit

But there is something they do not know

And never will:

When this age is over

They will cease to exist 

And we will be reborn.

©by Voo 

August 13, 2005

3:30 p.m.

Black Like The Night repost

Black Like The Night

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She wore black like the night
Downtown in that little dive of darkness
I watched her from my bar stool;
Nursing my beer and my recently shattered, manly pride.

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Somehow, I couldn’t see her in a place like this
She looked mythical, like a creature rising from a song
Long, black hair and eyes like midnight;
I wanted to fall into them but I held back.

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I wondered if she was a spell caster
Or evil masquerading as sweetness
We stared across the dim lit noisy room;
Until my soul could no longer resist.

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I wanted to buy her champagne
But they didn’t have any
I wanted to take her for a walk on the moon;
But I knew she’d already been there.

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When I came to myself, night was fading
I was in the middle of a dream at the edge of the world
I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the water;
Beckoning me with music in her fingers.

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Her smile was like honey, but it was not warm
Still, I starved for her and reached out as I stood
I heard a murmur as I stumbled in the dark trees;
But no matter how hard I reached, I could not touch her.

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She was an angel, she was a demon
She was a siren and a premeditated crime
Taunting me with whispers till I ran screaming;
I fell into the black water and plunged to my despair.

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But that was then and this is now
Now I sit on a different bar stool in a different dive
It’s midnight and I have no pride left in me at all;
And there she is, wearing black, and shining like a promise.

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She beckons me and I follow, as she knows I will
As I do when the madness calls and I am lost
She carries the keys to my desperation;
And she always finds me.

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©By Voo
August 1, 08
five after midnight