LET ME NOT AS OTHER MEN

Let Me Not As Other Men


Let me not as other men,

Turn my face from hurt

From beggars with their empty hands,

Digging in the dirt.

Let me not as other men,

Lock myself away

In shelters, safe while homeless folk

Walk the streets all day.

Let me not as other men,

Toast, with rarest wine

And can't be bothered to spare a crumb

From banquets where I dine.

Let me not as other men,

Ignore the cries of pain

Coming from the little ones

Who won't go home again.

Let me not as other men,

Pass the dead-eyed faces

Of people who have lost it all

And dropped out of their races.

Let me not as other men,

Sneer at the reservations

Those ghettos full of broken spirits

Descendants of proud nations.

Let me not as other men,

View girls as less than boys

Use, abuse and then refuse

And throw them away like toys.

Let me not as other men,

Forget from whence I came

And set up kingdoms for myself

And play a rich man's game.

Let me not as other men,

Turn my back on love

That diamond that is still mined here

But formed by God above.

Let me not as other men,

Disdain the world around me

Who wandered deaf and dumb and blind

And lost till someone found me.

Let me not as other men,

Leave here not knowing why

And for what purpose I was born

Before I lay down and die.

Let me not as other men,

Die lonely and alone

Buried in a crypt of gold

That will never be my home.

Let me not as other men,

Though I am as weak as they

Leave this world a far worse place

When my footprints fade away.

©by Voo

July 6, 2011

11:40 p.m.

ONE OF THE GREATEST SONGS EVER  RECORDED
WHAT GOOD AM I BY TOM JONES
IT INSPIRED THIS POEM...........     

              

IT'S RAINING AGAIN

It's Raining Again

It's raining again

The sky is crying

The night is falling down

The clouds are full

And they're releasing

The darkness so full of sound

It's raining again

The grass is wet

It's cool upon my feet

The lightning hits

Close to me now

And I'm running across the street

All day, the sun

Has held me tight

Within it's fiery hands

And now, the night

Has just shown up

And it has other plans

It's raining again

The air is electric

My lungs feel fresh and new

The day has been great

But that old news can wait

Cause now all I can think of is you

It's raining again

You know what that means

Boy, you better hurry home

You and me, baby 

Got some night work to do 

You know how that rain turns me on.

©by Voo

May 12, 11

10:50 p.m.

BREATHE ON ME

Breathe On Me

Breathe on me
In me,
For me,
Because of me,
In spite of me,
Despiting me,
For love of me
Or like of me,
Just breathe on me
Give life to me.

For I am crushed
Like trampled roses
Like tangled moss
And battered moths
Descending to 
Discarded gardens
Like rain
That has no where to fall.

Breathe on me
This broken bird,
This haunted flower,
This dying sun
I am but yours
As stars, the sky
As moon, the magic
As life, the death.

Breathe on me
Resuscitate me,
For I have plunged
To darkest depths
To deepest dark
From highest heights
Breathe on me
For I have crept
Where heartache slept
And despair lives.

In your eyes,
Your darkened eyes
My life and light
Lie hidden there
And yet you wait
And yet you sigh
And watch me die
In hesitation
Do you not know?
Can you not see?
The we inside
The you and me?

Reach forth your hand
And teach my hand
Teach my soul
To fly again
Teach my mind 
To think past pain
My heart to blossom
There in your rain
Teach my mouth
To smile in storm
To pull the coldness
From the warm.

Dance with me
To this, my song,
For night is long
And dawn has fled
Feel the lightning
In my touch
The sweetness sleeping
In my bed
Taste with me
The wine and wonder
And all the treasures
That love bestows.

Walk with me
And run with me
Out in the meadows,
Upon the sea
Touch the clouds
The silver sky,
All that's tarnished, 
Purify
Lift your face
And look at me
Let your eyes see
What I see.

I need your breath
I need your voice
I need your hunger
I have no choice
I need your arms
I need your kiss
I need your shadow
In morning mist
I need to burn
In midnight's flame
The way your lips
Caress my name.

Breathe on me
Above, beside me,
Without, within me,
Instead, inside me
Breathe on me
Breathe for me,
Breathe, breathe,
My love with me
For love of me
For love of me
My love, my breath,
For love of me.

©by Voo
July 18, 2012
11:06 p.m.

I DREAMED OF SNOW ON SILENT FEET

SNOW BY LOREENA McKENNITT

I Dreamed of Snow On Silent Feet

I dreamed of snow

On silent feet

Falling down

Where heartaches meet.

Trees so bare

Like sculptures stood

Shorn of beauty

In their coats of wood.

The skies were satin

The clouds were silk

Like soft round pillows

As white as milk.

And everywhere

That my eyes glanced

The sad brown flowers

Stood up and danced.

The bare fields welcomed

The falling snow

Shame needs a covering

(Oh, how I know!)

The wind came whistling

And kissed my face

Departed laughing

With one last embrace.

And soon I stood

In a world of white

And watched the day

Turn into night.

The moon was smiling

With a child-like ploy

Through a tree full of snow leaves

Falling in joy.

And I ran in the moonlight

With a heart light and sweet

While the snow walked beside me

On it's silent white feet...

©By Voo

Dec 15, 07

11:11 p.m

I ALWAYS FALL FOR THE VILLAINS

I Always Fall For The Villains

What is it about bad boys
That makes me go weak in the knees?
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I fall for someone nice
And stable and ordinary?
Why do I go for the villains
And anti-heroes
And the jerks who treat me like dirt?
And why do they fall for me?

I'm a nice girl
I'm sweet and romantic 
And kind
I'm thoughtful and helpful,
Generous, unselfish,
Soft hearted and soft bodied
With a mind like a sieve
My heart falls off my sleeve
Cause that's where I keep it
And it frequently ends up
Under bus wheels or trains
Or under some guy's steel toed boot.

If I have the choice
Between some nice normal guy
And some motorcycle, leather-clad
Angel from the Bad Place
Which one do you think I choose?
Huh?
I think we know the answer
To that one
(Actually, I choose Guy # 3)
The wolf-in-sheep's-clothing
That you never see coming,
The one that appears like an angel
And turns out to be a devil in disguise.

My taste in men
Is questionable
That's a known fact
Friends shake their heads
And say, "What do you see in that guy?"
And I have no good answer
I let my heart lead me
And my heart is stark raving insane
It doesn't have a clue
It just wants what it wants
And apparently,
It has a death wish.

One day, I hope to marry
But I'll probably have to go
Off planet 
To find a suitable partner
That can meet all of my specifications,
Qualities and requirements
He'll have to be exceptional,
Good-looking, funny, smart,
Poetic, passionate, spontaneous
And crazy
(Oh, yeah.......
And have a handwritten note
From God.)

Otherwise,
I will remain, unattached
As they say
Whoever they are
While at the same time,
Attaching myself to the underdogs
And rebels w/or/w/out causes,
The class of men who
Ultimately have no class
But are so very able and willing
To hide that fact
For long periods of time
Until they are sure 
That I have fallen madly in love
And no longer have need of my mind.

I am such a loser
No, seriously, I am
You wouldn't know it
To look at me
You wouldn't know it
To talk to me
You probably wouldn't ever know it
Unless I told you about it
Like I'm doing now
Like the dope that I am
There's such a thing
As being too honest, I guess
Right?
Right.

I've broken the hearts
Of a lot of good men
Men who adored me
And desired me like candy
(Or crack cocaine)
Men who thought 
I was the wildest, most exciting girl
That they'd ever met
And they were right
But what they didn't know
But soon came to know,
Is that I can't fall in love
 with the guys in white hats,
I am a villain
And an angel in disguise

What is wrong with me?!
Good Lord, what is wrong with me?!

©by Voo
June 20, 2011

      Somewhere Down The Crazy River
     by Robbie Robertson