APPARITION RIVER

APPARITION RIVER 

I walked along the river again today

I saw the places where we used to play

I saw the apparitions floating by

Of smile and kiss reflecting in the sky

I felt the touch I can't feel any more

Since you walked out and slammed that hollow door

And it bounced back and refused to catch and lock

And I sat there waiting three days for your knock.

After three days I thought I heard a siren's wail

But I was so far down I couldn't tell

Screaming past my house down by the water 

It woke me up and I went running after

My mother caught my arm and said "Go home."

Then she rocked me, crying, "Baby girl, he's gone."

So now I walk the river's edge and cry

And watch the apparitions floating by.

"There are ghosts in that river," you told me, "Suicides,

Lovers lost and widows, jilted brides."

You teased me every time we gathered there

But I loved you so much I didn't care

I remember how your ghost stories made me shiver

But how we loved that muddy rolling river

And now that dirty water is your grave

And I have nothing lovely left to save.

I saw you there last week by river's edge

You waved at me and smiled that golden smile

I stood there so dead still upon the ledge

And let your memory hold me for a while

I know I broke your heart but you forgive me

I know I lied to you and did you harm

For three long years I've walked along that river

And longed to be back in my true love's arms.

Tomorrow morning I shall get up early

I'll put on my unused white wedding gown

I'll carry roses in my arms to give you

And let your apparition pull me down 

Down to the muddy depths of cold, cold water

Reflecting blue that's borrowed from the sky

Then immortal, hand in hand, we'll walk together

And watch other apparitions floating by.

One More Time by Laura Pausini

©by Voo

March 3, 2004

THE SCARE CROW THAT I AM

the scare crow that I am


dead cornstalks hanging there in scattered rows
like broken mummified men
like me........
but they have ancient cornfields in which to stand
I have no place to be and no reason to exist

surveying the neglected countryside of my youth
and the forgotten fields that once were fruitful
I feel like the aftermath of a hurricane
and a desecrated cemetery

hopelessness walks around me in the mist
the cold gray morning whispers like a lover
who no longer loves but despises
and I try to cry but cannot well up tears
the ducts are as dry as the heart

why do we always run home when our souls
are snapped in two?
do we think we'll find ourselves there 
in those broken windows, those cobwebs,
those untended gardens and uninhabited pastures?

I couldn't wait to leave those hills and valleys
to run to the city and to the fulfillment of my dreams
I couldn't wait to leave home, to leave behind  
humiliations, real and imagined, to search for proud pursuits
and now this, the last straw on my humbled back:
home does not exist anymore, neither here nor there

the once green cornfields are now only haunting memories
like the love of my true love lost in the war of life
I walk into the corn rows and pose myself among 
the decaying stalks like the scarecrow that I am
and hang my head when even the crows laugh at my pain.


©by Voo Shining Stone
March 7, 2005

 7:30 p.m.

THE CIRCLE WHERE LOVE RESIDES

Rhythm of the Heart

native american song

The Circle Where Love Resides

Past a thousand midnights

Underneath ten billion stars

I waited for my love to find me

In the circle where love resides.

He was there, I was here

We were apart and dreaming

Of togetherness in our mortal flesh

With our souls eternal cleaving.

The wind sang his song to me

And took my reply back to his ears

The sky cried his tears on me

When my life was as dry as desert.

I waited and I waited there

Watching birds soar on the wing

Hearing men speak human words

Seeing Spring turn into Spring.

Past a hundred thousand midnights

Underneath uncounted stars

I felt him yearning, I felt him needing

And all my love reached out for him.

The clouds I weaved into soft blankets

The moon I turned to candle wax

The sun, my fire, through rain and snow

I shivered not, I did not sleep.

I knew that circle where love resides

Would return him to the place he left

I knew that cycle of losing and finding

Would lead him to the starting point.

I knew that all would come to pass

Like the old ones wrote in the stories of stars

I knew his wandering love would find 

My light in the darkness to lead him home.

I did not age, love cannot grow old

It branches like a tree with leaves

It does not die or cease to try

But oh, it grieves, but oh, it grieves.

So if he comes not for me by sun's downing

If he does not stand again by my side

I'll run to the mountain where the rock touches heaven

Mount up my spirit horse and to him will I ride.

©by Voo

November 11, 2012

11:12 p.m

wow! 11/11/12 at 11:12 pm!!!

how cool is that?!

LARRY AND GARRY AND MERRYANNE new edit

LARRY AND GARRY AND MERRYANNE

THERE ONCE WAS A FAIRY NAMED LARRY

WHO LIVED WITH HIS TWIN BROTHER GARRY

THEY LIVED IN A TREE BY THE SIDE OF THE SEA

AND VOWED THAT THEY NEVER WOULD MARRY.

THEIR LIVES WERE FULL OF SINGING SONGS

AND MAKING MERRY ALL DAY LONG

THEY HAD A LOVELY, HAPPY HOME

TILL MERRYANNE MET GARRY.

NOW MERRYANNE WAS BLONDE AND SWEET

AND GARRY WORSHIPED AT HER FEET

(BUT LARRY SAID HE SMELLED DECEIT)

AND WARNED HIS BROTHER GARRY.

BUT GARRY WAS SO MUCH IN LOVE

HE SWORE SHE FELL FROM UP ABOVE

WITH JOY THAT FAIRY TALES SPOKE OF

AND DETERMINED SOON THEY'D MARRY.

ONE MORNING EARLY IN THE DAY

GARRY WOKE AND WENT HIS MERRY WAY

TO FIND HIS LOVE HAD GONE ASTRAY

AND BROKE THE HEART OF GARRY.

AND NOW HE LIVES IN THE TREE ALONE

THAT ONCE WAS THERE A HAPPY HOME

FOR FICKLE MERRYANNE IS GONE

(SHE MARRIED HIS BROTHER LARRY.)

© BY VOO

 JULY 10, 2005

 4 pm

Poet of the Light's poem "In Betweens"

 by Poet of the Light
Shed petals of a poet's whisper
Sep 25, 11:40 PM

In-betweens

I can be, be there
Between every happenstance
To save you- be the last
From everything that
Drowns you so easily
And often in bitter sea’s
Like an answer in a dream
When at last finally happens
I can be, be the fresh breathe of air
That changes things, all directions
And lets the sun come up- smiling
As the feeling of love covers you
While you lay within my arms gently
Yes I- I can be, be there, a difference
In all your nights and days
And even the way you think
About everything that- matters
If only you can save…me first

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