PLACES IN US

Places In Us

There are dark places in all of us

Deep, hidden, unseen, unexplored caverns

Fraught with danger, seething with passion

Powder kegs with unlit fuses, waiting, just waiting

For the right match to strike.

There are bright places in all of us

Beautiful, glowing, starlight places

Lit up with love and humming with melody

The pulse of the human soul beats there

Hungry to serve it's purpose and sow and reap love's harvest.

There are warring places in all of us

Something that makes us declare war

When peace is needed

Run when we should stand our grounds

And stand when we should just give in.

©by Voo

2006

WE ARE DIGITAL

We Are Digital

Heaven, help us

For we are digital

And do not know

How to wind a watch.

Heaven, help us

For we are spoiled

Born into electricity

And terrified of a candle's spark.

We are such driven people

Driven here, driven there

We don't know how to walk anymore

We don't know how to use our feet.

Babies come into the world

Reaching for cell phones

Knowing the words to songs we've forgotten

Dancing the latest dirty dances and old.

Heaven, help us

For we are set on automatic

We respond in kind to deadened emotions

React as our programming dictates.

Heaven, help us

For we are milk-fed, soft-handed ingrates

We think that the world owes us everything

When we haven't earned a space yet to stand.

Our lives are played out on mp3 collections

Our music lives in the pockets of our jeans

Our souls are compartmentalized, our hearts, cold machines

And our spirits are hybrid, cloned things, not of God.

What do we do then, when the lights go out?

How will we live? What will we eat?

Where will we go when they hunt us and kill us?

How will we survive when the wolves rule the streets?

Heaven, help us

For the magazines tell us

That we're destined for greatness

And the history books tell us that we're destined for doom.

Heaven, help us

For we see the armies, and not the man

We see the forests, and not the tree

We think in plural and "greater good."

Gone are the days of clear blue skies

And smog free air

Our lungs are full of chemicals

That the drug lords sprayed up there.

Tonight, I sit by candlelight, writing

Trying to put my heart on paper

For somebody to find and read when I'm gone

And I hope that they will, before it's thrown on the fire.

Somebody in an unborn generation

Will have to discover that marvelous thing all over again: Fire

It's beauty, it's warmth, it's terror

For today, even the candle lights are fake.

Tomorrow, they will build igloos

Out of unplugged microwave ovens

Sleep in old bath tubs and bathe in the streams

Tomorrow, they will not know what we took so for granted.

Heaven, help us

For we are digital

We are numbers with faces

And we walk in our sleep.

Heaven, help us

For we are blind and bereft of love

We have made a mess of this beautiful planet

Turned it into hell as you watched from above.

©By Voo

Oct 13, 08

9 p.m.

AND THE COW DID NOT JUMP OVER THE MOON

        Voo reading this poem on soundcloud

And The Cow Did Not 

                            Jump Over The Moon

The moon is made of cheese, they said

When I was just a tot

And so I dreamed of lovely things

For we didn't have a lot.

The cow jumped over the moon, they said

In my fairy story book

And I believed everything I was told

And I thought I'd take a look.

So I crept out to the barn one night

And saddled up the cow

We're flying to the moon, I said

(But I know better now.)

How I got that cow up on that barn

I'll never, ever know

But she was willing and I was silly

And she jumped when I said "Go!"

A pig pen is a nasty place

Full of slime and sleaze

We gave it a try but the cow couldn't fly

And I didn't get no cheese.

 ©By Little VooVoo 

          July 15, 07

For all the kids, big and small, out there......

 and especially the grown up kids, like me.

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.