WHEELS

Wheels

You asked to hear my story and here it is:

My muse died in the year 1778 at eight o'clock 

'Neath the wheels of a wagon on a muddy dark road

I did not hear her scream but I felt her die

I felt her die because my soul sank into despair

And all my hopes fled from me and into ether

All the songs I'd never sung, died of their anguish

All the poems I'd never read on pages, vanished

All the dreams I'd never dreamed, all gone and vanquished

When the sun arose, the morning shined the news

And all the grimy townsfolk cried the blues

For there in tattered pieces, lay the muse

And I, in sorrow's cloak, and out of rhyme

Bade my horse fly swifter than death's arrows

And on we rode through Time with bloodied wheels.

©by Voo

Jan 29, 2010

9:44 p.m.

                            Neil Young.....Dead Man theme song.....

love this song!!!

                                  Dead Man theme with Johnny Depp reciting poem

HOPE IN SMALL THINGS

Hope In Small Things

Life, like everything, goes round
On it's own terms
Spinning in invisible circles, moving
To unwritten, unheard music in God's head.

I guess I wanted it to be different somehow
For me to be somebody special
Like the people I see on the streets, maybe
Walking past me, talking to their friends.

I guess I wanted to know what it felt like
To be loved
To be treated every once in a while
Instead of tricked every bless'ed morning.

But nobody asked me
So I just make up my own life as I go
Music plays softly in the background of my soul
And sometimes I dance when nobody's watching.

I find hope in small things on occasion
Wisps of wonder, magic in motion
I thought someone almost smiled at me once
And I kinda smiled back behind my hand.

But it still feels like
I'm living somebody else's life
It's not working for me
Maybe it would work for you.

I'm not asking for the world
Just a taste of joy, a bite of happy
I could live on that for a thousand years
I could run off that till my feet fell off.

I'm starving to death
Pandering on these mean streets for love
Those hopeful moments
Come spaced farther and farther apart now.

But something inside me keeps whispering
Don't give up. Don't let this sorrow kill you
Keep looking for the small things that give you hope
For hope, like life, will surely come round again.

Oh, God, let it come round again.


©By Voo
December 30, 07

TWILIGHT LAST

Twilight, Last

Twilight, last

We walked the paths

Of passion like the thunder

The tide of which

Rolled over us

And then it pulled us under.

The gold

To sapphire blue, it turned

The day

To evening hue

And all I felt was needing's grasp

And all I saw was you.

We stumbled

More than ran, to meet

As rain began to fall

And gathered love up

In our arms

And answered wanting's call.

The barn

With roof

Of battered tin

The hay strewn for our bed

Your arms, an offering in the cold

And pillow for my head.

And then

We kissed

And all the world

Began to fade from sight

As midnight captured twilight's blue

And morning captured night.

Twilight, last

We walked the paths

That today we may regret

We pass, discreet

On noonday street

Like our hearts have never met.

But soon

Wild wind

Will blow again

And the thunder's roar will call

And we'll go running down that path

And again, in love, we'll fall.   

©By Voo