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Thursday, July 4, 2019

WHAT IS IT?



















What is It?



If love is not love

Then what is it?
How can it exist
If it's not real?

If love is not there

How can you feel it?
And what is a love
That you can't feel?

What is wanting

If you don't want it?
And needing something
That you don't need?

Why is the thing you don't need

So all powerful?
And how does it grow
If you don't plant the seed?

How does the heart decide who it loves?

Does the mind then, not play a part?
All of the thoughts in the brain can't conceive
Of the emotions that live in the heart.

The heart is an entity all of it's own

No one can control it by will
Your mind can demand and command it
But the heart hears and goes it's way, still.

I do not want to love you

I had made no plans, you see
I didn't count on you entwining yourself
Till you became a part of me.

I didn't want to want you 

I didn't need the pain
I had hurt so much from love's cruel touch
And I didn't want to hurt again.

I really tried to run away

When that feeling did approach
I resisted everything I saw in you
That my lonely heart needed the most.

But the heart became my master

And my mind just sighed and left
For it knew that soon my heart would break
And that I'd find myself, bereft.

And so I am and so it did

And love's wounds have cut me deep
As my heart reached out to hold onto
Something it could never keep.

You tell me love cannot be real 

In this place and space and time
Because your own heart does not feel
The love I feel with mine.

And though that might be true for you

That doesn't make it so
Not thinking, I reached my hands to love
And with the same hands, must let it go.

If this love is not love

Then what is it?
How can it exist
If it's not real?

If my love for you

Is not something that's true
Then tell me, what is this heartbreak
I feel?

You can't tell me my mind has imagined

When my mind warned me not to partake
My mind only has one thing in common
With the heart and that's both of them break.

But only love can break a heart

That thing that God gave man
And only He knows the secret to how
Love can heal that heart again.












©by Voo
July 4, 20019
12:27 a.m.
Independence Day


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Only Love



Only Love


Only Love

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

JUST WANNA BE


me at 6 mos


me @ 3




me@15



Just Wanna Be


When I was a baby
I wanted to be a tot
When I was a toddler
I saw what I had not.

When I was a big kid
I wanted to be a teen
But then I just wanted to be grown up
Do you see now what I mean?

I always wanted to be me
But an older, wiser version
And when I'd played around with love
I wished I was still a virgin.

When I was a woman
I wanted yet to be a girl
But the girl I'd been wanting so to be
A woman in this world.

I never wanted to be old
But live young and wild and free
I wanted life on my own terms
But a younger, wiser me.

I can't be sure just what I want
In living day to day 
But it's so true, I'm telling you
I've always been this way.

I want what I cannot obtain
I loathe the things I own
I need to have what I cannot have
And I want my old things gone.

Oh, I've worked hard for what I've got
Of that, make no mistake
And I have more than my fair share
And what I've got is great.

But here I find myself back there
At indecision's door
I've got too much stuff on my plate
But I think I still need more.

Sure, I collect my favorite things
I have my expensive tastes
I like the luxuries of life
But I let them go to waste.

........sigh......

What should I do, I ask of you?
What would you say to me?
For your opinion is all I want
And your happiness to see.

You see, I am a mixed up girl
I have been all my days
I've gathered things I had to have
And then just walked away.

But there's one thing I must tell you
And it's certain, not a maybe
I said all that to just say this...
I just wanna be your baby.



©by VooVoo
June 18, 2019
10:10 p.m.


me at 19

me now






you'll always be
my baby
by Felix




Tuesday, June 18, 2019

THE SILENT DARK




soundtrack




The Silent Dark


The silent dark calls my name
Without words, in whispers
That caress like a hundred feathers
Silky and teasingly 
In the hands of a lover who lives
To indulge himself in the taunting of my flesh.

It is too dark to see the face of he
Whom my soul loves
But I know he is there, waiting
For my eyes to catch the glimmer of his own
And run barefoot through cool wet grass
To enter the shelter of his arms.

It is in darkness that he resides
In darkness that he dwells alone
Chanting my name like a holy man
Hidden away in a sacred place that only he knows.

I cannot hear him in the morning
Nor at noon time when the sun is high
And life revolves like the Earth does
In it's never ending orbital dance.

It is at midnight, in the silent dark
That the call rings like a bell in my ears
And quickens the beating of my heart
Like the pounding of a horse's hooves.

I cannot see the path but I find my way
Led by love and the glow of his heart
That only I can see there in his chest
His aura shining like an angel's borrowed halo.

As his arms close 'round me, I sigh, content
And the darkness enfolds us like a blanket
And covers and shields us from prying eyes
Eyes who seek to take what is not theirs to take.

It is only then, within arms entwined
That we feel safe and complete, whole
Like a puzzle seeking for missing pieces
And finding those pieces at last.

The silence is as beautiful as the darkness
A song in and of itself
To be sung by the chosen few who know of it's treasures
Who dare to explore without light the depth of it's delights.

We are creatures of the night, my love and I
And we love what we find there
We fear nothing except to be apart, knowing that cannot be
For we are one in every fiber of our beings, counterparts.

The voice of darkness bids us come and we obey
Running like children down paths that protect
And silver streets that no eyes see but ours
It is our world, our place, our home.

When morning comes, we slip back into shadow
And we wait until the first star blinks on in the sky
It is our alarm clock, our inkling that another night approaches
And in anticipation, we listen for the call to come
From beyond the silent dark.





©by Voo
June 18, 2019
6 a.m.