Ooh Baby Baby

Look at this "baby" singing the heck out of one
of my very favorite old Smokey songs
OOH, BABY, BABY.......wow

you go, kid!!!!



And this version......oh sweet Lord, I'm
going to swoon!!!!! oh geez....

I am melting here.....💋💖😍😎

The Scare Crow That I Am

the Scare Crow that I am

dead cornstalks hanging there in scattered rows
like broken mummified men
like me........
but they have ancient cornfields in which to stand
I have no place to be and no reason to exist

surveying the neglected countryside of my youth
and the forgotten fields that once were fruitful
I feel like the aftermath of a hurricane
and a desecrated cemetery

hopelessness walks around me in the mist
the cold gray morning whispers like a lover
who no longer loves but despises
and I try to cry but cannot well up tears
the ducts are as dry as the heart

why do we always run home
 when our souls are snapped in two?
do we think we'll find ourselves there 
in those broken windows, those cobwebs,
those untended gardens and uninhabited pastures?

I couldn't wait to leave those hills and valleys
to run to the city and to the fulfillment of my dreams
I couldn't wait to leave home, to leave behind  
humiliations, real and imagined, to search for proud pursuits
and now this, the last straw on my humbled back:

home does not exist anymore, neither here nor there
the once green cornfields are now only haunting memories
like the love of my true love lost in the war of life
I walk into the corn rows and pose myself among 
the decaying stalks like the scarecrow that I am


and hang my head when even the crows laugh at my pain.

©by Voo
March 7, 2005
 7:30 p.m.

Insanity of the Tribes

         Earth Drum song

Insanity of the Tribes

             a collab result of......................

                  (Mental Wrestling across the Miles)

                     He

The water rippled across her back

Her long dark mane of hair a duck tail at the end

Drenched were we both in the stream

As I pulled her from the rivers edge

Coughing, we took stock of our wounds.

                   I

And I, in wet and wild dismay

Fought, not ungently, against the flow

Curious, bewildered, wanting, not wanting

Tasting water I had yet to drink

I found a kind of healing in your hands.

                       He

We breathed shallow on the banks

My love, an arrowhead buried in her thigh

The insanity of the tribes, my silent cry

And a small wince as I pulled it from her flesh

We held tight and I stopped the bleeding with clay and leaves.

                               I

You have hurt me, I said without accusation

For I did not know the ways of man,

The way of the warrior beyond my boundaries

You have torn me and healed me again

You, with the eyes of a tribe I've never touched.

                             He

There was a silence between my love and I 

We whispered  words together, with inaudible sound

As our flesh drew close, I said:

" I am a human being and I recognize nothing other than this love,

This need of you."

                                 He

On every side there flew the arrow

The sound of gunfire, the cry of pain

"Now we must run for our lives, my feathered princess

We must run like the wind

Away from your people and the encroachment of mine."

                                 I

And I, with my heart, acknowledged him

And all he said and did not say

For my father's fathers would not think sacred

The emerald grass on which we lay

Or that strange fire within our breasts.

                              I

His pale hand in my brown, we flew

Across the water and up towards the sky

Through waterfalls and ancient trails

Clinging to new love as old as time

It mattered not how futile seemed the flight.

            He

We flew through clusters of new-borne stars 

Into the eye of the dying sun

Melted down into the core of earth itself

And became a part of the living land

A new tribe, birthed, born out of time.

              I

For just as we, with feet of fire

Found our freedom, our paradise

Beyond the realm of tribe and troop,

The arrows of my father flew

The bullets of your companions sang.

             We

And into arms of soft, soft dream

We fell as one, with lover's cries

Our mouths went seeking,

Our hearts poured out,

Our eyes, not knowing how to say goodbye.

              We

Me, of the earth and of the sky

You, of the sea and distant shore

We lay in arms that felt like home

In a strange, new world

With our hearts knowing like silenced drums,

 We did not belong.

a collab across the miles

©by Voo and Rusky

finished May 16, 2010

3:23 p.m.

RUSSELL/RUSKY

and

 VOO

The Dream by John Trudell

Body Surfing on Ocean Beach

                            

Ocean Sounds                          

Body Surfing on Ocean Beach




Look! A falling star, I said
And as you turned, my lips caught you
In the hollow of your throat
It was midnight and the sand was warm
The sky was clear, the wine was cold
And you were the sweetest dream
I'd ever had.

Listen to the waves, I said
And as you listened, I heard my heart
Thunder louder than the highest tide
The ocean behind you in the moonlight glowed
And you smiled at me
Sparkling like a diamond
In my lonely eyes.

The beach was ours
The world was ours, so it appeared
And hand in hand, we walked
Till midnight died and left a hint of dawn
And we laughed and laughed till the puncture wounds
In both our hearts were mended
And we walked on.

Look! A falling star, you said
And as I looked, your lips caught me
On the mouth, my hungry mouth
And devoured me with your wanting
Hypnotic, lulling waves caressed our bodies
And we loved each other
As the tides swept out and back

Till break of day.






©by Voo
July 29, 07
2 a.m.