YELLOW BIRD

YELLOW BIRD

YELLOW BIRD SITTING IN A FARAWAY TREE

I LOOK AT HIM AND HE LOOK AT ME

WE EYE EACH OTHER LIKE WE KINDA SCARED

BUT HE NOT THAT BIG SO I DON'T CARE.

YELLOW BIRD FLIES WITH HIS WINGS SPREAD WIDE

LIGHTS IN A TREE ON MY RIGHT SIDE

I KEEP ON PLANTING MY SEEDS AND SUCH

HE MAKES ME NERVOUS BUT NOT TOO MUCH.

YELLOWBIRD CAWS A BIRDLIKE CALL

AND I SAYS TO HIM "I HOPE YOU FALL"

I KEEP ON WORKING, IGNORE THE FOOL

TILL HE SWOOPS DOWN AND STEALS MY TOOL.

YELLOWBIRD LAUGHS FROM THE TOP OF THE TREE

HOLDS UP MY HOE SO I CAN SEE

I TAKE OUT MY GUN TO SHOOT HIM DEAD

AND THE BIRD AND HOE FALL ON MY HEAD.

YELLOWBIRD SHAKES HIMSELF AND STANDS

SAYS: "NOT TOO BAD FOR A COMMON MAN"

WE EYE EACH OTHER AND THEN WE GRIN

AND THAT'S HOW THE BIRD AND ME BECAME

BEST FRIENDS.

©BY VOO

NOVEMBER 4, 2006 

MIDNIGHT 

 

YELLOW BIRD by CHET ATKINS

PIANO, PLAY ME

          

             Piano,  Play Me

            Piano, play me

            With wordless tune

            Through breezeless desert

            And 'round the moon.

            Piano, play me

            On black and white

            Pale ivory chords

            That gleam in night.

            Piano, play me

            Forgotten songs

            Like footprints, written

            To guide me on.

            Oh, let me hear

            Your thunderous roar

            Your soft, sweet ebb

            Upon the shore.

            Like starlight falling

            From skies above

            Raise me up high

            To fall in love.

            Your keys have glory

            And notes of gold

            Soothe newborn tantrums

            And hearts grown old.

            How many masters

            Composed and wept

            Upon your keyboards

            While dreamers slept.

            Piano, play me

            Let me draw near

            To music's kingdom   

            Within my ear.

            Piano, play me

            Like rain falls down

            In hands of rapture

            Oh, let me drown.

   ©By Voo

   May 3, 09
7:08 pm

 

NO SILENT BELLS

No Silent Bells
　
　
　
It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in us that cries out for recognition,
For acknowledgement, for fame, whatever fame might be.

It is hard to fade away into oblivion
When everything in us is screaming for validation
And we are consumed by the fear of our unworth.

It is hard to kick against the thorns
Jesus said to Paul
As he walked to Damascus with his eyes full of pride.

It is hard to be a human being
Here in a world full of money and machine
While every day in every way, they take away our humanity.

It is hard to love outside ourselves
When inside our inner souls, voices cry out
Needing forgiveness and finding little within our own hearts.

It is hard, it is hard, it is so damned hard
And yet, we stumble on because we must
For if we do not try, then what can living mean?

There must be someone here to ring the bells
When the world has drowned in sorrow
And the survivors hide in shadow as tomorrow turns to gray.

The bells in shattered belfries wait
For us to climb, for us to strive, for us to reach
To ring out our departures and the arrivals of new life.

It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in goodbye that tastes of terror
And as I die, I ring this bell in fervent hope, that someone out there hears.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear the.....bells.....?
Promise me they will never go silent, promise me
That you will take my place........

　
　
　

©by Voo
Feb 20, 10
10:33 p.m.


Bell ringing

SAFE FROM IRONY

Safe From Irony

I'm sick of love, I need it so

It tries to stay, I make it go

It flings itself down at my feet

And gags me on it's taste so sweet.

I'm tired of dying, I want to live

I can't take anymore, I want to give

I cannot sleep nor close my lids

Don't wake me now, you never did.

If I could walk, I'd walk so far

Or drive myself there in your car

If I could fly, I'd fly to God

But I'm a dead man, made of sod.

Ironic things, ironic thoughts 

They don't come free, they must be bought

And bought with diamonds encased in gold

Exchanged and bartered by the soul.

The nights are days, the days are nights

And in our terrors we delight

The days are dark and fads that fade

And passed in secret masquerade.

You say you love me but you don't

You want to love me but I won't

I run in circles cloaked in woe

I'm sick of love, I need it so.

©by Voo

Jan 14, 2007 

10:48 p.m.

BODY SURFING ON OCEAN BEACH

Body Surfing on Ocean Beach

Look! A falling star, I said

And as you turned, my lips caught you

In the hollow of your throat

It was midnight and the sand was warm

The sky was clear, the wine was cold

And you were the sweetest dream

I'd ever had.

Listen to the waves, I said

And as you listened, I heard my heart

Thunder louder than the highest tide

The ocean behind you in the moonlight glowed

And you smiled at me

Sparkling like a diamond

In my lonely eyes.

The beach was ours

The world was ours, so it appeared

And hand in hand, we walked

Till midnight died and left a hint of dawn

And we laughed and laughed till the puncture wounds

In both our hearts were mended

And we walked on.

Look! A falling star, you said

And as I looked, your lips caught me

On the mouth, my hungry mouth

And devoured me with your wanting

Little white waves kissed our ankles

And we loved each other

Till the tide came in again.

©by Voo

July 29, 07

2 a.m.

                                                      Ocean sounds