THE SONGBIRD'S SILENCE

The Songbird's Silence Darkling thrush upon the bough Do you see your darling now? Did you hear her songbird's calling As the arrow pierced her, falling? Through the night and through the rain Did you feel your darling's pain? Crumpled feathers softly fell From nest of home to earthly hell. No song shall pierce the gray of dawn Now that your muse of song is gone No feathered touch, no winged embrace Your world devoided of her face. She sang her last sweet thrush refrain And you flew off into the rain Through night and noon and cloudless sky That arrow bid no last goodbye. And now you sit, a songless bird No note to warble, no trill be heard In birch bough waiting till death is come To take you to her. To take you home. ©by Voo  March 1, 2004 10:45 p.m.

LET THAT DEVIL BE

let that devil be

perpetrating storm

she lied with sunshine

flattering with a look

that belied her cold disdain

patronizing innocence

she became my heart's betrayer

falling in with clear skies

she became my drowning rain

truth was not one of her gifts

nor was it in her nature

sincerity's beguiling dance

a trap I dropped into

 red rose scent upon her skin

it hid the smell of danger

luscious lips and snake skinned hips

and dark clouds in the blue

seducing like a sideshow

in the eyes of curiosity

in the latter days of childhood

before the boy became the man

I threw my money at her feet

and entered at her bidding

left my soul at her front door

and I've not seen it again

flashing pretty darkness

the morning fled forever

redemption's promise blazed and burned

and the rays of sun were gone

swallowing me like a sugary treat

she wiped her hands and mouth

threw me in with a thousand men

and her lair became my home

perpetrating storm

she lied with sunshine

her hands of sin are never full

and now they're holding me

if you should hear her honeyed voice

don't listen to her calling

turn your ears from her sweet song

and let that devil be.

©by Voo

Sept 24, 10

2:36 a.m.

Randy McQuay // "Feels Like Rain" // LIVE

One of the sweetest, nicest people I ever met and one of the most versatile, gifted singers and musicians singing one of my favorite songs. If you ever get the chance to see him in person, take it!

RAIN MAKER

One of my old homemade videos that I love..............music by Keb Mo

GOSSAMER CHAINS

Gossamer Chains

Perfume lingered

Like a wisp of memory

In an aged mind.

A whisper

Spoken from yellowed pages,

Beamed like sun

And fell into darkness.

It was…

A distant dream,

An unfed hunger,

And a knife that glittered with a thousand blades.

Caught in cobwebs,

Of silver spinning, gossamer chains

And a perjured heart.

Dust covered

And love denied,

The room stood still

And did not breathe.

Tinkling keys

Of piano, haunted

With fragmented song

Sweeping the air like the sea, the shore.

Windows dressed

In ancient lace

With no face smiling

Behind the glass.

It was….

Beautiful, like birth

And terrible, like death.

Angels

Did not walk there

Nor did they visit,

For it was unhallowed ground.

Only he

Would dare the door

And turn the key.

Only he,

Of shattered soul

And broken mind

Would enter that sad room.

Standing lost

In strands of dust

And shells of spiders.

The sun

Would hit his face

And shine him

Back to yesterday.

In the middle

Of the floor, he stops

And listens to the whispers.

Smells the fragrance

Settled there

That surrounds him

Like soft arms.

So quiet

So unearthly quiet……

And no sob can disturb it.

The silk dress lying

On the bed,

The shoes, the purse,

The strings of pearls.

Waiting,

Wanting to be worn

Longing to be touched.

But he cannot bear

The sight of them

And backs away

To close the door.

Leaning once more

Without strength

As the key turns in the lock.

I ask him

Why he locks the door

Why he still lives

In this house.

Why he doesn’t

Burn it down

And run away forever?

Don’t you know? he always says

In a voice as thin as paper

Don’t you know, beloved one

That I’ll never let you go?

And so he doesn’t

And so I stay

Within the walls, behind the door.

Red wallpaper roses,

Faded to pink

Cover my face, conceal every trace

Of the girl who once loved the man with the key.

The man,

Who took my life from me

The man who’s more dead

Than I’ll ever be.

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©by Voo

Sept 15, 2011

11:24 p.m.