The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone

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A MILLION MILES

A Million Miles

Last night I drove a million miles

And kept my mind on you

Seeing no scenes off the road

As darkness took the blue.

Feeling like a hungry man

With nothing left to eat

The car wheels seemed to turn so slow

And couldn't match my feet.

I wanted to get out and run

I wanted to get home

To take you in my loving arms

And be with you alone.

But miles and miles lay in between

With miles and miles to go

And I sang softly to our songs

On the radio.

I guess I never realized

How much a heart can break

Until I ran away from love

And the depth that love can take.

When your voice on the telephone

Asked me to come back

I had to get my crazy self

On the homeward track.

The night skies sang above my head

The moon held out her hand

And all I knew was I was yours

And a new and better man.

I saw your face in the headlights glow

I heard your laughter ring

I passed through town and country side

And didn't see a thing.

For loving you was all I sought

And all my soul could bear

Needing you to be needing me

And to see you standing there.

Forgiveness is not so hard to ask

When the shards of pride no longer

Pierce the flesh of stubborness

It only makes you stronger.

But I have learned and I have grown

And I have come to see

That only God and your sweet love

Can set this grown man free.

I'm pulling into our drive way

And it is almost dark

I see the glow behind the drapes

From the scented candles' sparks.

I hear the song we always danced

To on those special nights

Throw open the door with a heart determined

To change all the wrongs to rights.

And there you are, with no questions asked

No if, or and, or maybe

And a million miles just fade away

And I'm dancing with my baby.

©by Voo

April 02, 2012

2:54 a.m.

DANCING WITH MY BABY BY THE
GREAT JOHNNY REID.............

ANGEL

Angel

The angel stood there in the dark

Peace about him fell

His eyes so full of light and love

He lit the halls of hell

Such mercy in his hands I saw

Such grace, and tender touch

That guardian angel sent from God

Whom we both love very much.

©by Voo

July 3, 07

(face by Mark)

AND WE HAD SECRETS

And We Had Secrets

(And we had secrets

Like diamonds wrapped in newspapers

Carried under eager arms,

As we ran through our lives,

Hampered not by sun or storm,

To shadows full of bliss.

For it was there

In shadows, gray

That nothing cruel could find us,

Nothing cold could touch our souls

Nor quench the hungry kiss.)

There, in shadow,

The dark unseen,

No illumination shown

Our hands, our eyes

Would find the prize

Our hearts had never known.

Concrete jungles,

Asphalt gardens,

And no bed in which to sleep,

You stole the stars

Out of the sky

And gave to me to keep.

Love letters written,

In graffiti sprayed

On cars and bars and walls,

Two runaways

With no where to stay,

Answering no other hearts' calls.

Two wild hearts beating

Like crippled birds

That don't know that they're lame

We soared and flew,

Just me and you,

So different, yet the same.

We vowed to stay forever

On the streets where we ran free

Hiding from schools and homes and rules

Where we did not want to be.

Homes, where your father

And my father and us

Lived in our lives

Full of hate and mistrust.

But you grew weary

And I grew up

And made my way back home

I left the anarchy of my youth,

And you, I left alone.

Rebellion has an emptiness

And it's voids that you can't fill

But the future calls us from the past

Where the memories live on, still.

I sit behind a law firm's desk

With employees all around me

And I look up and see your face

For once again, you've found me.

A business man

In Armani suit,

With a woman and a child

There in your wallet,

Part of your past,

And my heart goes running wild.

My eyes can't seem

To look away

And yours can't seem to meet

For if they do, I know it's true

They'll sweep me off my feet.

"So nice to see you."

I hear you say

"Just wanted to say hello,

I've just made partner

And I've got the office

Across from yours, you know."

I turn and look out

Of the glass

Rain splashed, bereft of sun,

I don't know what to do or say

And I don't know where to run.

For running's all

I've ever done,

For many lonely years

Away from you, away from me

Rebelling back the tears.

They say that you cannot go home

No matter how many tries,

But the only home I've ever known

Lies hiding in your eyes.

And I know that

And you know that

As I turn and try to smile

"So kind of you to think of me,

Won't you visit for a while?"

But you shake your head

And back away

And make a quick retreat

"I've got to move all my things in."

A mistake then: Our eyes meet.

Slow motion waves

Of memory,

Of days and nights in love,

Running hand in hand

With naught

But Heaven up above.

We drown in loss

And deep regret

In pain and passion's lure

We sink in sickness, knowing, both,

That passion is the cure.

And people stare,

Until we blink

And pull our eyes away

As decades pass before our eyes

Like they only were a day.

No one could know the history,

No one could guess the truth,

That the two of us had ever been

Punkrockgothic, reckless youth.

Now days have flown

Since you've moved in

And caused my life such bother

You're moving up and doing well

Working for my father.

It's funny how our lives turn out

It's strange how things can change

How in one moment all our plans

Come undone and rearranged.

We are so careful with one another

When we meet, we do not touch

We look away and try not to say

What our hearts still say so much.

Today, I came back

In from lunch

To find my desk, askew

A graffiti note lay in the mess

Spray painted, neon blue.

And only I

And only you

Could know what that note meant

And only I could know the one

From whom that note was sent.

(And we have secrets

Like diamonds wrapped in newspapers

Carried under eager arms,

As we run through our lives,

Hampered not by sun or storm,

To shadows full of bliss.

For it is there

In shadows, gray

That nothing cruel can find us,

Nothing cold can touch our souls

Nor quench the hungry kiss.)

And we have secrets

And they have us

And at the end of every day,

From my father's eyes,

And to our surprise,

We still run away.

©by Voo

Jan 22, 2012

1:42 a.m.

Run Away by Jefferson Starship

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Black rain gleaming
Down silver glassed panes
Reflections echoing memory
And youth's delusions, we,

Drink our pasts like water
Hoping for resurrection
For futures bright as tinfoil,
As the thunder whispers by.

Where were the moons of Jupiter
When we needed light?
Where were the knives of Caesar
When we needed to be cut free?

Why do the young fight and die?
When the old ones start the wars
It is not our fight
It is not our fight, but theirs to lose.

And we, the young, awaiting our turns, at attention, stand
Surveying the valleys of chaos,
Watching torn curtains flutter at remnants of windows,
Sifting through dreams to see what can be saved.

But there is no beauty in war
Not even in victory
For victory comes by death
And death is no ending at all.

Death is a dandelion bursting
Blowing in the wind of the world
There, and there, and there, it drifts
And never can be gathered.

Where were the grains of wheat
When we were starving?
Where fell the dew of Spring
When thirst consumed our tongues?

We are too young to learn
And too old to care
They have taken out our hearts
And replaced them with machines.

Look at us, dead on our feet
And cannot fall down
As our weary eyes go on living
Even as they wait to fall.

Standing on our high rise clouds
Looking for signs,
Reflections staring from a million pasts
Into a handful of futures.

See the world and what it is
Down there torn past mending?
It is a sad and mournful thing
That started out so bright.

We are the young, now old before our time
And when we are gone,
There'll be no one left
To tell them of the joy.

And so, the night comes
With it's echoes and delusions
It's unfelt tears streaming from ravaged eyes
That have seen too much, that have hoped too much.

All our little revolutions, quashed,
Our anarchies, vanquished,
Our utopias, conquered, by jackbooted heels
We stand helpless at the windows of the world.

Till there is nothing left to be
And there is nothing left to see
But the dying of distant fires and ancient dreams
And black rain gleaming down silver glassed panes.