SO DIFFERENT, SO ALIKE

So Different, So Alike

I think it

And you say it

I feel it

And you expose it

I want it

And you with-hold it

I with-hold it

And you want it.

You and I, we

Dance to different drummers

But we're always in rhythm.

Why is that?

What is that?

How can we think and say

And feel and rub raw

The sameness and the differences

Of who we are?

I am a mystery

And you are an enigma

I am the feather

And you are the wind.

You make me crazy

I make you mad

You make me go

But I don't go far.

The key is this, perhaps

If there has to be a reason,

An explanation or an answer

To this question of us..............

Like calls to like

And deep unto deep

Your depth moves me to great passion

And expression

And I think that when you look at your reflection

In the pool of my eyes, (however deep or shallow)

You see yourself there

And oftimes you like what you see.

I may be only a fragile feather

But in the breath of the wind which is you, 

I can always find a  new way to dance

Hoping against hope that you won't let me fall.

Right???  Hello!!!

Tell me what I'm thinking right now!

It's there on your tongue!

My soul keeps no secrets from you

Tell me!  (please)

Yes, that is correct!

Mmmm, baby, you read me so well

But stop that reading and learning and

Exposing my innermost thoughts now.

Put what you've seen and read and learned 

Without me saying a word..... 

To good use.

Neither of us are with-holding now

And both of us are wanting

I feel it, you say it

And we're both on the same page

For now. 

You'll make me crazy and I'll make you mad

We'll run off screaming in separate directions eventually

And circle back again

Wanting

Wanting

Wondering how we can be so different
 And yet very much the same

Only God knows how all this works..........

But only we know how it works so good.

Look at me, baby. Read me.

Speak out what my heart is feeling

For nobody can read me like you.

(At your convenience, of course)

You drive by lover!

For even a little light reading

Is better than no reading at all.

I have no idea
 If you'll ever get to page 893 in my head 

But that one's a doozy

And we're both gonna be real happy

When you get there! Promise! 

I know we could keep talking in shorthand

 And short proses and tiny verses

But at this point 

I could use a couple of hard bound dictionaries

 Full of words pulled from my heart
And spoken by your mouth.

 My words, your words, our words

Thoughts and sayings
 And feelings and exposes'
 That show those feelings are real.

We need to be together. 

I think it, you say it.

I feel it and you reveal it to public scrutiny

But the only opinions we need are ours

Speak your mind! I'm impatient now

  Can't you feel it? I can only hear your silence.

And the next time you say Go.......

I just might not come back

But I will be sadder than hell

 And I'll be very mad at the idea of you reading

Another girl's thoughts 

And speaking them out for her to hear.

I hope you only find closed minds out there

And empty thoughts that bore you to tears

And  yeah, you're right, I am jealous

For your mouth belongs to me

Enigma, my foot! 

 Look at me......I know you better 

Than you'll ever know yourself!!!

No matter how different we are and always will be

Hear my heart tell the God's honest truth!

We are different but we are just alike.

©Voo
 Aug 12, 2016

  4:39 a.m.

NO SUCH THING AS A HAPPY PROPHET

No Such Thing as a Happy Prophet

No such thing as a happy prophet

Not many carefree godly scribes

Sad is the seer who watches the sinner

Profit from wine that the world imbibes.

Lamentations fill the mouth of the prophet

Woe and sorrow fill the heart of the man

Who's been called of God to say to the nations:

The world cannot save you. Only God can.

The watchmen, vigilant, on the walls see the danger

Encroaching the cities, encircling the Earth

They signal to brothers who signal to others

Who don't grasp the safety of the new birth.

The shepherd's heart that loves his flock

Is often broken, often ill

He weeps on knees so scarred with kneeling

And cares for the lost when no one else will.

The hireling comes, the hireling goes

Bent by desire for gold and fame

While the called of God go 'round un-noticed

And only God can recall their name.

The narrow path is far less travelled

For only righteous feet trod there

While on the wide and worldly highway

The feet of fools run every where.

God never said there'd be no sorrow

When He called us to Him, girl and boy

He only promised that if we served Him

One day that sorrow would turn to joy.

He will not let us live in isolation

And curse the lost ones who love the night

We must reach out in God's compassion

And love them to Him and be their light.

And though they stone us and rail against us

And though they kill us with their words

Some few or thousand may find salvation

In the anguished sermons that their hearts have heard.

We cannot turn our eyes away

We cannot let our ears go deaf

We cannot refuse to preach that Gospel

But preach until we've no tongue left.

There's no such thing as a "happy" prophet

For we cannot rest till the race is won

And this world will never love or embrace us

But oh, the love that waits beyond!!!!!

Oh, Lord, the Love that waits beyond.......

©By Voo

Feb 16, 2016

2:36 a.m.

I Am The Crow

I AM THE 

I am the crow that scarecrows flee from

Falling over their feet of straw

Losing handfuls of their dusty brains

Out among the ruins of cornfields dead and dying

But still inhabited by ghosts.

I am the crow that junkyard dogs howl at

As they run away in terror from the paleness

Of my face

For they know the truth: I am no ordinary crow.

I am the crow that love glances at

In midnight pools of moonlight

Screaming it's horror into my eyes

And crushing my still beating raven black heart.

For love alone knows above all things

That flee from me: This crow is not of this world

Does not belong, is not wanted here

And never shall be.

©by Voo

March 25, 06 12:46 p.m.

For Mark
whose creative face you see on this page


wonderful soundtrack that goes with it

Birth of a Legend

play while reading poem

WHISTLING IN THE DARK

Whistling in the Dark

I whistled for you in the dark because that was our sign

That and the tiny candle spark between your house and mine

For many years from childhood's dawn till present day and now

That whistle brought my love to me without me ever knowing how.

At midnight by the hollow tree by full moon's yellow rising

You'd meet me there and pull my hair and I'd laugh at your surprising

We'd whisper all our secrets then and tell the day's events

And share our hearts and minds and souls till the velvet night was spent.

Those souvenirs from carnivals, those roses from the garden

We'd fight like silly kids sometimes, then beg one another's pardon

My brother didn't like your brother, my grandpa hated yours

But you and I were peas in a pod, of that much we were sure.

A boy and girl born in the world and trying not to grow

Like other people that we knew and didn't want to know

We promised oaths and swore on notes signed with two drops of blood

That till we died we'd guard and guide forever if we could.

Those crazy, hazy summer days down by the fishing hole

I'd sneak and meet you afternoons, carrying my pole

Sometimes we'd fish but oft as not, we'd take off in the woods

Exploring trees and birds and bees but always being good.

When evening'd come, I'd run back home and face my mother's wrath

And cry my phony little cry while behind my hand I'd laugh

And after supper, I'd go to bed to pretend to read my book

Then whistle for you in the dark and meet you by the brook.

One night I met you just like always though we never had a plan

And on that night with second sight I saw you as a man

And you saw me with silken hair and dewy eyes that shone

With love for you forever true, for you and you alone.

We didn't understand the change, we didn't know just how

But the little boy and girl were gone and sweethearts were we now

And in the midnights we would meet, for the days had lost their charms

My whistle in the dark would bring you running to my arms.

Such teen-aged angst we suffered through, such hellish longing pain

In snow and sleet we two would meet, in moonlight and in rain

Those sweet, long years we carried on, our secret safe, we thought

Then came the day, fate looked our way and in the lantern's glow, were caught.

My brother beat you half to death, or at least it seemed to me

Your grandpa dragged you by the arm but you smiled at me so bravely

We couldn't make them understand, we couldn't make them feel

The love we shared, still innocent, was nonetheless, so real.

For weeks, we saw not one sad glance pass 'tween your eyes and mine

So closely did they watch us then, we dared not give our sign

Then I couldn't stand it anymore, I didn't want to live

Without your lips there on my hair, I had nothing left to give.

I crept out in the still of night while the household was asleep

But I couldn't whistle one note because all I could do was weep

Then I felt your arms around me and your trembling lips on mine

And the desperation made our determination grow bold with the lost time.

We ran away that night together, we ran so far away

We ran till nights and days passed into other nights and days

And all our days were spent together, all our lives were spent

And now I sit alone and wonder where all that sweet time went.

You didn't mean to leave me here, you didn't mean to go

You kissed me like you always did and then you turned to show

That little grin you always gave me and said you'd be back soon

But your spirit left that worn out body and went sailing past the moon.

Past the sun and Milky Way, the planets out in space

Up to Heaven and left me here remembering your face

Remembering our childhood days, our teen-aged rebel nights

I look for you at every turn but you are not in sight.

I'm going back to my old hometown to see what I can see

My folks are gone and I'm alone and no one remembers me

I'm going to the fishing hole, I'm going to the brook

I'm going to my old bedroom full of dusty unread books.

And now here I sit on the window seat in the old home place once more

The threadbare curtains blowing back in my room on the second floor

I light a candle for a moment and wave it, throwing spark

And all night I cry, telling you goodbye and whistling in the dark.

©by Voo

December 7, 2004 10 p.m.

WHY CAN'T MAGIC LAST FOREVER?

WHY CAN’T MAGIC LAST FOREVER?

WHY CAN’T MAGIC LAST FOREVER?

WHY MUST IT ALWAYS GO AWAY?

WHY CAN’T SCIENTISTS FIND A FORMULA

TO MAKE THE MAGIC WANT TO STAY?

BUT TELL ME, WOULD IT STILL BE MAGIC?

IF IT WAS JUST A DAILY THING?

IF WE DIDN’T WEEP SOMETIMES NOW

WOULD WE EVER WANT TO SING?

I THINK THAT MAGIC IS FOR MOMENTS

AND THE OTHER STUFF’S FOR DAYS

MAYBE MAGIC WOULD NOT BE SPECIAL

IF IT NEVER WENT AWAY.

©BY VOO
long ago and far away