THE PERMANENT SCAR

                                           

The Permanent Scar

Divorce.......

What an evil, cold-blooded word

I wonder who originated it?

I wonder what slimy pit of lowest hell

It crawled it's way from

With that wicked, sickening grin

Upon it's face?

I think I know.......

I think I comprehend all too well

The day divorce was born

And thrust upon a world

That until then, had known only joy

Harmony, unity and true love:

The day Lucifer shook his fist in God's face.

Man was meant......

To have his mate, his helper

His companion through life's journeys

His lover, his friend, his partner, his muse

Man was alone

In a garden full of couples

Until he was torn apart and then made whole.

How lonely......

Is this world full of strangers now

Strangers that used to be friends

Friends who used to be lovers

Lovers who used to be partners

Partners who used to be mates

Mates who used to be married.

All strangers now......

Estranged and hating

Bitter, broken, bruised and bleeding

In places no one can heal

No matter how many times we plead

Or pray or give ourselves to others

Who will only wound us deeper.

Divorce is just a band-aid .....

Casually displayed on the shelves

Of convenience stores

Down the street from the wedding chapels

With their flashing neon signs

Enticing you to make the commitment:

Tomorrow you can undo it!

But see the zombies.......

Walking the streets

After divorce court?

Hearts torn out and big dead eyes

All dark and hollow and full of dreams

That will never come true?

Divorce is worse than death. Worse than death.

With death comes.......

A kind of peace

Not this cruel rejection that says:

You are no longer a part of me!

You are not worthy of my affection!

You are despised and scorned and unwanted

I never loved you!!

How God's heart......

Must break for the forsaken

The cast-away, the bereft soul

Lying in the street of rejection like refuse

The shattered families who will never be mended

Never know security, never know the comfort

Of a hand in hand again.

I suppose if anyone......

Could understand divorce

It would be Him

He, who was rejected by the very vessel

He formed there on the potter's wheel

By the very people He birthed to love Him

By the very world He holds in the palm of His hand.

Scars are usually permanent......

Even when the wounds have long healed

They remain, a constant reminder

Of what we have endured, what we have lived for

Would have walked into hell for

With love shining brightly on our faces

Knowing that for love, we would do it all over again.

              

©by Voo

Oct 5, 07

1:24 a.m.

BEAUTIFUL IN LOVE

Beautiful In Love



He makes me feel like a woman 
When he smiles 
I am enveloped in warm honey and moon glow 
I am bathed in sunshine and sweetness 
And I am so glad to be alive. 

He sees me like I'm beautiful 
And always has 
Even though I know I am not fair 
Or fine or lovely as the girls he painted 
On the canvases of his youth. 

He shines me like a diamond 
With his artist's hands 
Outlining my features with his fingertips, 
My mouth, with the curve of his thumb 
I am subtly, and permanently, imprinted. 

He holds me like a treasure 
As though I were fragile 
And I let him think I am 
For my strength would only make him feel 
His weakness. 

Oh, but when he touches me 
In the darkness! 
In the cocoon of love he spins there 
Dancing to the music of my joy 
Flying as one, on a single pair of wings. 

Without light, I forget his eyes are blind 
And cannot look upon my face 
Cannot see the sunrise, or the setting, 
The full moon hanging in the sky, or storm clouds
Unless he sees them through my seeing tongue.

He gives me more than I can give to him 
Because my eyes are full of life 
And his are full of memory and of wonder 
Gifts he finds, on the midnight paths he walks 
With sharpened senses I will never know. 

He's painted all my sorrows now with beauty 
In tender shades of love and light, 
Traced my heartbreak with knowing hands 
Until it disappeared 
And cast it far into a hidden sea. 

The world he paints for me 
Is more magical than the one he remembers
When his eyes were whole and unwounded 
And his brush yielded poetry to hang on the walls 
In a world that could not be framed. 

I did not know how blind I was 
Until he found me and showed me the light 
That love only illumines in a life that's gone dark 
I did not know that my unlovely face 
Could look back from a portrait, and be beautiful in love. 

He makes me feel like a woman 
When he smiles 
And when I tease him with silence, he reaches out, 
Touches my lips, my heart, my soul 
And sees the sun shining on my face. 

©by Voo 
July 29, 09 
7:43 p.m.

NOTHING LIKE REJECTION

Nothing Like Rejection

There's nothing like rejection
To make you want to cry
Nothing like the pain of that
To make you want to die.

There's nothing like rejection
To make you ugly feel
To make you doubt there's any way out
Or that you are really real.

There's nothing like rejection
To cause you to despise
The reflection in the mirror there
In front of your own eyes.

There's nothing like rejection
To make you hopeless be
You lose your mind and then go blind
And life no longer see.

There's nothing like rejection
To shatter your fragile soul
Cause nothing seems genuine after that
Even if it's gold.

There's nothing like rejection
This verse has plainly shown
For rejection is my daily bread
And all I've ever known.

There's nothing like rejection
To make you in sorrow dwell
You feel like Heaven doesn't want you
And you're not good enough for Hell.



©by voo
Jan 11, 2005
 1:15 a.m.

I THOUGHT I KNEW YESTERDAY

I Thought I Knew Yesterday



I thought I knew yesterday
What I didn't today
I thought I felt happiness
Coming my way.

I thought I saw yesterday
What would happen tomorrow
And receive joy in hand fulls
Not buckets of sorrow.

I thought I'd found yesterday
What would come with the dawn
A little dream coming true
That by night would be gone.

I thought I believed yesterday
What I cannot today
For today like a thief
Has stolen all hope away.

I thought I tasted yesterday
What was sure to be great
But today I am holding
Just this cold empty plate.

I thought I knew yesterday
What tomorrow would bring
But tomorrow is here now
And I don't know a thing.


©by Voo
August 21, 2017
1:04 a.m.

ADJUSTING TO THE SILENCE

Adjusting to the Silence



Adjusting is never easy
For the heart is set in stone
To turn to touch the one you love
And find that they are gone.

The ears are tuned to tender words
The hands are taught to reach
The smile's a prize for sorrowed eyes
And the tongue, it lives to teach.

But these things are worthless to a soul
That has no anchor's depth
A ship that's tossed on a lonely sea
With one crew member left.

The prose of your heart, it fills my thoughts
With passion's memory, calls
The laughter that taught my heart to sing
Is silenced, once, for all.

Adjusting to the silence
(I do not think I can)
My world's an empty seashell now
Half buried in the sand.

My ears are full of wordless roars
That make no sense, no rhyme
Those sounds of joy were all deployed
When our love ran out of time.

©by Voo
May 18, 2005
midnight