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Wednesday, October 5, 2022

The Same Storm In Mine

  



The Same Storm In Mine


We recognized one another

The night we met

Though we had never met before


We saw in each other's eyes

The passion we craved

The wildness that was yet to be tamed


We felt our heartbeats slow

Then race

Then synchronize together in unison


And then the madness began

The indescribable madness of true love

The true love that only comes once


We fought like lions

And made up like lambs

But oh, how we loved!


Loved like the lightning loved the darkness

Loved like the thunder loved the roar

Loved like the raindrops loved the earth


Through days of war and nights of peace

Through cries of pain and love's delight

We imprinted ourselves upon pages of poetry


And then the world ended

As all worlds, they do

Created out of myth and longing


And you flew away on your invisible wings

Leaving Earth and the boundaries of time

Waving goodbye as our tears fell like raindrops

With the storm still in your veins and the same storm in mine.




©by Voo Shining Stone

Jan 3, 2021

5:15 p.m.

Gentle Storm by Elbow

oh, my my, what a song and video!


Moon Of Red

 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 the life, exhales the 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 in 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.




Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Darkness Falls pt 1

ust 16, 2019









Darkness Falls


Darkness fell way before the end of day
It was like night hurried to begin
And end the reign of sun and light
Because what they wanted to do
Could only be done under the cover of night.

They say man has no control over such things
But I don't think that's true
I think man can control anything he wants to
If he just goes to the right source.

And I think we all know who controls darkness
Not the one who loves the day, no, not him
But the source of darkness that was born of himself
Born from evil thoughts that germinated in a petri dish
And sprang forth fully formed and man shaped, though he was no man.

Man was fascinated when this being came on scene
And though his resistance was momentary,
Soon, his allegiance was made and switched from the One who loved the light
And given to the One who loved the dark.

And that is our backstory to this tale
A tale that may terrify, may enthrall and may immerse
You in waters so deep and black that even the blind avoid it
Not even knowing what it is or that it's there.

If you do not like the dark, 
Perhaps you might want to leave off reading further
And make your departure now while you still can
But if you are the brave sort, then read on, by all means.

We met on April 14th at midnight at an elegant formal party
On an ancient estate high upon a hill beyond a dense dark forest
Where no bird sang nor fox ran or bear prowled
We did not know our host nor did we know why we had been invited.

We were young and foolish and careless
As only the young can be as they explore the nooks and crannies of life
Tasting this, trying that, learning of love and lust
And what the finding and the losing of both can do to one's soul.

We were beautiful, still innocent, un-jaded
 By the hands of men and lecherous hearts
We still sang in the mornings and prayed in the evenings
Before we went to beds alone and dreamed of love and wanting.

We didn't know what lay before us or we would have never gone
No, that's not quite right, we would like to think we would not have gone
But we were too heady with anticipation of the ball 
And thrilled that we'd been asked.


We were like sheep to the slaughter led by our trusting natures
Because we had not yet discovered that there was any other kind
Our mothers had taught us to be obedient to our elders, kind to strangers,
And respectful of our betters and you were a good boy and I, a good girl.

There! The scene is set! We are at the ball in the dark castle on top of the hill
We are glorious in our elegant clothes and youthful faces
We are eager to raise our champagne glasses and eat our fill of feast
And wonder whose faces are hidden underneath the intricate masks.

We think we are so mature and worldly but we don't have a clue
And when that night is over, we will pray to wake up in our own beds
And find that it has all been just a dream
We will pray that we can forget and that God will forgive.


To be continued......................