Dancing With Your Ghost

I love this song so much

  

no compromise

 no compromise   

                    

we found and lost one another before we met
and for the rest of our lives, we'll regret
what could have been, what should have been, it's true
and I will never know the joy of you.

we found a ground that we could share together
but found a ground that we could not share, ever
and in that finding lost what we had found
and said goodbye to that, our common ground.

we found a love that fairy tales speak of
and yet if love's withheld, then is it love?
Is love given in anger love that's true
and will I ever again know love like you?

we found the place that our hearts longed to live
but compromise of mind we could not give
we tossed the petals of the rose to wind
and turned our backs and began our search again.





©by Voo
April 19, 2004 
6 p.m.

For the love that almost was and never will be.

DEATH IS A WOMAN......for all the woman haters out there...you know who you are. lol....

EVIL WOMAN BY ELO

Death is a Woman With a Cold, Cold Hand

Death is a woman with a cold, cold hand

Reaching to pluck out the soul of a man

Standing in shadows, not making a sound

She waits for the moment when there's no one around.

Your heart is her banquet, your blood is her wine

She's hungry for company, for she's one of a kind

Born of the frost,  with her veins full of ice

She'll turn you to ashes and she will not think twice.

For that is her calling and that is her chore

A glutton for dying and she always wants more

She walks with the vultures and she flies with the crows

Sows despair and nightmare everywhere that she goes.

Her dark eyes are empty, her tongue is a blade

Cutting down dreams that the foolish have made

They run when they see her, they scream at her sight

But there's nowhere to go when she comes in the night.

The skies snow in summer, the clouds cry without sound

And the tree branches wither and their green leaves fall down

When she walks through the meadow, when she walks down the street

Mortals quake at her presence and hope falls at her feet.

She is pale icy terror, she is comfortless touch

Holding old man and infant in her merciless clutch

She slays and she lays us in her garden of weeds

Collecting their lives like they're so many seeds.

There is no escaping, there is no reprieve

She takes those we love and she leaves us to grieve

She's the enemy of mankind and the last one to bow

And one day she'll be banished but she knows it's not now.

Until then, she's the victor in a war with no sides

Ruling all unencumbered as on sorrow she rides

Like a horse made of snow, trampling man while she can

Crushing life like a rose in her cold heartless hand.

©by Voo

Aug 30, 2010

2:41 a.m.

I ain't no evil woman.........

Vincent

by Don McLean

DARK HORSE

Dark Horse

You're a flying dark horse

A powerful force

A maniacal killer on the run from the law.

You're a son of a gun

And some dangerous fun

You're the love words that stick in my craw.

You're somebody's baby

And every one's maybe

You're the ghost in the house in the dark.

You're the star and the moon

And the taste and the tune

You're the cold and the fire and the spark.

You're the tuxedo-ed cat

And the sneak of a rat

You're the mischievous laugh of a child.

You're the highs and the lows

You're the whys and don't knows

And the smile of your lips makes me wild.

You're the tops of the trees

And the cool of the breeze

You're the rose in the snow laying bare.

You're the faint light of dawn

You're the dew on the lawn

And you'll leave me but I do not care.

You're the pleasure and pain

And the sun and the rain

You're the strike of the snake in my heart.

You're the life and the death

And the drawing of breath

And the horse that is pulling my cart.

You're the here and the gone

And what's right with the wrong

You're the candle that lights up my night.

You're the villain and hero

Taking all, leaving zero

You're the wind blowing out of my sight.

You're the love of my life

And my passion and strife

You're the perfect ideal full of flaws.

You're the life that I choose

And the life I will lose

You're the rebel that runs from the cause.

You're the grit and the glory

The wheel spinning this story

You're the sweetest of bittersweet lies.

You're the beginning and end

You're my best and worst friend

You're my lover till that dark horse flies.

      

© by Voo

Nov 22, 08

6:45 p.m.

DARKNESS ON THE FACE OF THE DEEP

Darkness On the Face of the Deep

The earth was without form and void

On the day of the long destruction

No tree stood, no bird sang, no flower bloomed

When all the world fell silent in the wake of the death of life.

Where walked the man who had not been made?

The woman at his side, a softer version of himself?

Where ran the babies with their tender smiles and happy calls

Who had not then known the rage that leads to blood?

They were yet in their Father's eyes

In His mind, still innocent and loyal

Still children unborn and unnamed

In a garden that had not been tilled.

The earth, a crumbled, chaotic heap

Dying, in the past of a thousand dreams

War had come and war had gone

And war'd been declared until the end of time.

What did they know that we don't know,

The fallen rulers of the ancient world?

And what do we know that they didn't know,

We, the people of the end of it all?

(If Atlantis was an island

Was that island then, the Earth

Doomed by it's own reflection

And the glory of it's own device?)

For what has been, is being still

And what will be, has been before

There is nothing new, nor ever shall be

Until that day that dawns in cleansing fire.

Man is not the originator of seduction

Neither is he the architect of towers

He is the student, and willing, true,

But following only the counterfeiter's drafts.

How different was that world from this

The First World with it's ancient skies

Only relics now, and bones

Left behind to be untombed and sorted.

We wonder what the Watchers watched

Banished from their place of origin

No longer there in the City of Light

But under the rule of a heart full of dark despair.

And still he rules, though hampered now,

Waiting for the world to pledge allegiance

Waiting for the sun to plunge

And all the world go dark again.

He did not know what he had then

When he sat a king, on earthly throne

It was not enough for his desperate soul

He, who shined as brightly as a star.

What is it in the mind of men

That makes them crave the night?

It is he, the one who covered

It is he, the one who fell.

Like lightning through the sky to earth

Defiance, screaming, rebellion, taunting

Down onto that newly made thing of dirt

The new born world, untouched, unsullied.

And pride un-made it

And hate un-did it

And bitterness clouded,

And death found it's hold.

(Three times, the world must be born

Three times washed in the water of war

Three times destroyed and three times remade

Three times and at last, Death itself will then die.)

And where stands the ruler of that ancient age?

He, who finds no crown too big to covet?

He, who fell in love with his own face?

He, who crushed his gift in scornful hands?

Look within the hearts of men

Is he not there?

In the souls of kings and princes

With corruption in their eyes.

In the bullets and the guns and knives

Clutched in hands that know no love

Is he not there with growling voice

Saying, Come on, do the deed!

In the songs and in the pictures

In the papers printing lies

In the drugs and in the hunger

In the palaces bought with blood?

In the politicians's promises

In the Utopian's sweet dream

In the order birthed from chaos

His old lies are sold as truth.

Is he not there?

Is he not here, in sleeping men

On couches, deceived in darkened rooms

With our lives projected on a screen?

He still stands a conqueror

Still destroying an earth holding onto life

But we are his comrades now 

And his armies, they march at our sides.

He does not know, or perhaps he does

His time is short, his kingdom, crumbling

His future written on the page of a book

Written in history with ink of  pure blood.

He rules, the second time on a new made world

Angels first, now men, his stumbling slaves

But this time all of earth and all of heaven     

Will shake their heads when the Cherub falls again.

©by Voo

May 29, 2010

11:50 p.m.