Let Us All Be Bridges Over Troubled Waters

Archie

Archie


Archie lived in the woods, back in the hills where nobody visited or hunted or thought much about. He liked it that way, Archie did. They said his mother died giving him birth and his daddy never recovered from the loss and blamed the child until the day he, himself died in a most peculiar way.

So Archie lived alone with a coon dog and a one eyed cat and a raccoon that came up and begged for stuff every two weeks or so. He tried to make that little one room shack a home and it sufficed for he had few needs.

On Saturdays, he went fishing and the raccoon helped reel in the fish and washed them up with his little black hands while the dog napped in the shade and the cat sat ready to pounce upon the undeserved treasure the first chance he got.

That rarely happened but when it did, there was hell to pay afterwards but boy, was it exciting for a few minutes at that secluded creek! And secretly, Archie loved to see the cat run off triumphantly with the fish and then peek fearfully around a boulder to look at him with  his big pitiful eye as he licked his paws and face of all trace of the catch.

Archie was a gentle man and he had a big heart that longed to love but was terrified at the thought of being loved. For his father had scarred his heart and his face in his unforgiving rage and told him that nobody would ever, by God, love his sorry ass and Archie believed him. He was all Archie had and he had no choice.

When the boy was five, the coon dog came along one hot June morning and adopted him and no matter how hard the old man tried to run him away or scald him with hot water or shoot him with buckshot, the dog stayed by Archie's side just like a guardian angel. And every time his father lifted his hand to Archie or swore at him or threw a stone or stick, the dog took note of it and growled.

One cold day in December as Archie slept, the old man stood on the side of the hill and screamed his rage into the sky and shook his fist into God's face as he often did after a night of drinking and for some mysterious reason he decided to throw himself off that hill and into a swamp that was full of quicksand and there he vanished still screaming out his rage at an innocent child. And the only eye witness was the dog. But from that day forward, the dog was happy. And so was Archie.

© By Voo

June 30, 07

Favorite Belly dance

I Play For You a Violin repost

I Play for you a Violin

I play for you a violin

And song so soft and sweet

I keep my eyes downcast, demure

As I sit at your feet.

I play for hours at your request

Till time has lost it's meaning

And candles burn down to their wicks

And night is slowly weaning.

Before the dawn has fully come

You hold your hand up high

And bid me stop my melody

Arise and say goodbye.

You do not look back at my face

Tearstung and raised to light

You do not see the love I bear

As you pass from my sight.

A servant girl, that's all I am

With gifted hands to play

Sweet melodies to comfort you

From torments of your day.

A king of royal dynasty

A man of power and yet

You find no peace in power's grasp

No love in life's plan set.

And so I play and so you listen

In silence, just we two

Night after night till daylight breaks

And my heart breaks for you.

You have no inkling of the love

I feel there as I play

Pretending you are mine alone

Till morn takes you away.

To kingly duties, kingly demands

The power of life and death

There in your words, there in your hands

There in your very breath.

All day I wait till midnight comes

For the summon and the call

Your weary face so full of woe

Till at your feet I fall.

And I play for you my violin

Pray peace into the gloom

Wait for your sigh with tear filled eyes

As my love fills up the room.

©by Voo

April 28, 2007

3:45 p.m.

The Man of Contradictions

(The Man of 
 Contradictions)

I loved a man of contradictions

Who none of his promises kept

He wrote pages of  poetry about wiping my tears

But he was the reason I wept.

I told him all about myself

My dreams, my fears, my hope

But when I queried a simple question

With that he could not cope.

He wrote of gods and goddesses

Of Poseidon under the sea

He wrote long poems about mists and mysteries

But few of his love for me.

And if he did, it was a series

Of questions without end

That took you down such winding roads

And back where they'd begin.

And you never got an answer

To any question asked

Not about the future

And not about the past.

The more you learned, the less you knew

And life went on the same

And all  you knew at the end of the day

Was his last and given name.

Oh, he could tell you about magic

Or Medusa with snakes in her hair

And he could write books about  Lilith's good looks

But about him, he had little to share.

Such a contradiction, was this man

Always secretly, carefully contained

He could charm and be bold till the unknown turned you cold

He could obtain love but could not love sustain.

He didn't lie but he didn't tell you the truth

He just omitted all the simple everyday facts

We'd talk for hours about every kind of thing

But I never knew what lived behind the mask.

How can you love a man that you don't really know?

How can you long for one who does not care?

How can you believe he'll be there and not leave you

When every time you turn, he is not there.

The man of contradictions

The darkness and the light

Rolled into one, the fear and the fun

But only real in the dreams of the night.

I never was sure where I stood 

Never was sure how he felt

He seemed to think I should  just be so happy

With the mysterious cards that he dealt.

But I was never happy

And never satisfied

For he never gave me enough to be

And the gulf was always wide.

His joy could be contagious

And you hoped that it was true

And then from out of nowhere

He'd turn and blindside you.

And you never saw it coming

Or knew from whence it came

And you wondered what on earth you'd done

And why you felt such shame.

Eggshells were the carpets you walked then

You had to tread so light

Because you never knew what made

His sunshine turn to night.

I loved him, oh, I loved him!

With all my heart and soul

But I never was a priority

A need, desire or goal.

I don't know what I meant to him

If indeed, meant any thing

In light of the way it all fell away

When I woke from that indecipherable dream.

The man of contradictions 

And complexities so deep

He'll never share his heart with me 

And his secrets will always keep.

And our love will fade into the mist

Like a cloud into the blue

And none of the dreams I shared with him

Will I ever see come true.

I stood and I waited, he walked away

I wanted the joy, and he chose the woe

God put together what his fear tore asunder

And that fairytale ending now, we'll never know.

©by Voo Shining Stone

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