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Friday, November 22, 2019

The River Made of Dreams






 The River Made of Dreams




Tonight, my love, I'll be off again
Like I've been wont to do
Rowing down that river of dreams
Searching still for you.

Listening for your heartbeat
The call I hope to hear
Feeling my heart beating fast
When it feels you are near.

Your smile is like my morning sun
Your eyes, my stars at night
Your love is like the moon above
Reflecting Heaven's light.

I follow the compass in my soul
That I know will lead me to
The only love I've ever known
That's ever proven true.

I miss you like a summer's breeze,
Rain on a desert floor
We only had a taste so brief
Of love but I need more.

My love, why did you have to go
Leave me alone and thus
Searching every waterway
On a shore that's turned to dust?

I know you did not mean to leave
It was against your will
Your sad eyes swore your bond to me
And we are bonded still.

The waters took you away from me
In the currents wild and wide
And I followed till I lost sight of you
And there I died inside.

I promised that I would find you again
No matter how hard it seems
And tonight I'll row my boat once more
Down that river made of dreams.



©by Voo
11/22/19

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

It Won't Be Tonight




Glen Hansard
put on loop




It Won't Be Tonight



Standing on the precipice 
That steep and craggy cliff that draws my wounded soul
I heard my heart 
             Urging me to jump......................
Whispered urging that turned to loud command
Loud command that turned to plea
That drowned out reason
                     And slowly deafened me.

I put my hands upon my ears
Senselessly
Like a blind man wearing glasses
When he has no eyes at all
Senselessly
Trying to block the scream
While begging for the fall.

I didn't want to love you
I didn't want to care............
I didn't want to see that face
That form that's standing there

I didn't want......
                     I didn't want
I didn't want your charms
            Now look at me, a tangled mess
Uncradled by your arms..............

You threw me away
          And I came back.............
I left you before you could do it again
You searched for me
                And took me home
Tell me why are we lovers
When we're not even friends???

We can't even be in the same room
Without tearing each other apart
We love and we lust......
When we don't even trust.....
And all we do is break each other's hearts.

This need of you is madness
Why can't I let you be?
You cannot live without me
And you can't live with me.

That bed, it is our battlefield.....
For our wars.... one after the next
We love and cry
               We love and we die
For this wild and wounding sex.

And when we've licked our wounds
And mended..............
The heart bruise and the sore...
The passion that cannot be tamed
Soon calls us back for more.

And you hurt me and I hate you
                  But I love it more than life
Craving each wayward bullet......
Every slicing of the knife.

Then your dark eyes beg me to devour
As you give yourself to me
Lying helpless in your needing 
             And not wanting to be free.

We've run away so many times... 
           Battered victims of love's thumps
 And both have stood on that precipice
                      But no one ever jumps.............

We only turn around and run back to  
  The next sweet and savage fight
            Swearing this mad love has got to end!
And knowing it won't be tonight.






©By Voo
       the mad poet
      who cannot run away.....
11/13/19

midnight

Monday, October 28, 2019

THE LAST WARRIOR in the land of machines


































The Last Warrior
(in the land of machines)



Cold, steel gray eyes like arrows shooting out sparks

Of disenchantment, he steps into the dawn of a new day
Yawning away the taste of dreams and reaching forth to
Draw the sun into his arms so full of emptiness.


He smiles at his reflection in the puddle left by last night's rain

Distant memories of thunder and white lightning
Bouncing off the green hills and the glens, far away mountains
And deep, dark caves full of OtherKind and people not his own.

Muscular arms and legs clothed in warrior's garb, nimble feet in deerskin boots
Carry him to the forest's edge, quiet as the WolfKind and swiftly as the hawk
Beyond those trees lies another land, another world
A world full of mystery, wonder and danger.


Tales he knows well from childhood

Told by people long dead
And ascended into the night world above the stars
He is alone.

Shaking back his long, dark hair and rubbing sleep out of fresh, awakened eyes,
He listens to the calls he does not recognize echoing from the forest's midst
And from places he can never say he's known. Today, he thinks, today I will
Enter that forest and confront the owners of those voices.


Today, I will go and fight them

 For what is the good of being a warrior without a war?
Who is here still to challenge me and taste my strength? 
There is no one here but the bear who is my friend 
And the unseen ones who live in shadow and never show their skin
Who is here to fight or slay...or love?


Peering through the trees, he tries hard to make out any form of life

There in the darkness of their shade but sees none 
And yet his ears are full of their many sounds
Tomorrow, he thinks. Tomorrow.... Tomorrow, I will go and seek them out.

Those who taunt me and call to one another in unknown tongues 
I will confront them
He says softly and turns for home, the night falling now
Around his shoulders like leaves in autumn, his feet treading lightly
Upon the ground silent as the stars.

Lying on his back in the firelight's glow, he looks into the sky and wonders

If the others can see him there below and asks them for their guidance
I will go, he says to the night wind as his eyes close, I will
And the night wind whispers across his heart
And utters urgent words into his sleeping ears:

Yes, tomorrow you will go, my son, but not through the forest to die

At the hands of mindless strangers but through the sky above the stars
Into the night world where the warriors wait for you
You must go, for there is no place left here for your kind anymore.

Tomorrow they will cut down the trees and build a city in the place
Where now your head lies full of dreams. Tomorrow you will go for this is a battle
Fought with mechanical hands and with cold steel feet trampling down green hills
And valleys full of memories since time's birth.


It cannot be fought by fighting flesh or warrior's hand, this battle of machine

And progress, more a curse than a blessing from where we watch
It's movements up on high
Breathe your last breaths and dream your last dreams, my son.


And then tomorrow go from here to fight no more forever
For the battle that you seek is futile to your soul
And endless in it's pursuance
And it cannot be won.

















                             


























    


      June 20, 05 
       midnight
      ©By  Voo Shining Stone 


For all Native Americans and for all peoples across the 

world who have lost their beautiful lands in the name of progress.


Wednesday, October 16, 2019

YOU WITH THE SMILING EYES




You With The Smiling Eyes


I have always been greatly drawn
To a man with smiling eyes
There is something sweet and special
And a wonderful surprise.

When you see a smile upon the face
That gives you such a start
And you know that smile that shines in his eyes
Is beaming from his heart.

So many men will smile at you
And their eyes will never show
Love or light, merely their teeth
And their smiles just leave you cold.

And you know they're just pretending
And they don't really care
They just smile to be polite
They don't really see you there.

But when you see the sunshine
Light up the eyes of a man
You know that you can safely put
Yourself in that man's hand.

For smiling eyes cannot be faked
For you cannot fake real love
Love is something not of this world
But originates above.

Jesus has those smiling eyes
So beautiful and deep
And when He turns those eyes on you
That memory you'll always keep.

So when I see sweet smiling eyes
On the face of mortal men
I'm always drawn magnetically
Like I was drawn to Him.

And now I know the reason why
I was so drawn to you
The love of the Lord and His smiling eyes......
Love, I see those things in you.





©By Voo
Oct 15, 2019