Attaining

Attaining


Sleek, black vehicle
Jaguar fast and moving
Through the night
On rain soaked roads
Shining like glass.

Beautiful.....
Deadly.......
In the hands
Of the careless.

Dark, brown eyes
Seductive, enticing
Sending forth commandments
To come to
Instead of running away from.

Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the soul
Of the vulnerable.
　
Wet, welcome storm
Quenching the thirst
Of barren, desperate desert
Not knowing when to stop
Washes away the work of a thousand days.
　
Beautiful.......
Deadly.........
To the very earth
So hungry for the taste.
　
Why must the things we want,
Need, crave, desire,
Delight in, pursue, seek out, and purchase,
Destroy us in the attaining
And kill us in their arms.

　
©by Voo
Feb 10, 2010
10:47 p.m.

Scenes From One of the Sexiest Movies Ever

Scenes From One Of The Sweetest Sexiest Movies Ever

Don Juan DeMarco

Song:

 Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

Timing Is Everything

Timing Is Everything

Silently, wordlessly.....

I walk behind you in the fog

And wait for you to pause

Long enough for me to catch up.

You stop and look furtively around

Jingling the coins in your pocket

And I see the frown you occasionally wear

When you think of me.

Seeing nothing in the mists,

You walk on, glancing up at the sky

And pulling the trench coat collar

Tighter around your throat.

You stumble over a stone

And utter an indecipherable oath

That I can't quite hear

And it makes me smile.

"Where are you?!" you shout out loud

And kick the stone out into the darkness

"How much more must I endure?" you ask

And I recognize my moment and rush forward.

"I'm right here, mon cher." I whisper

And slip my cold hand into your pocket

And into the warmth of your fingers

As they grasp mine in fear and trembling.

You twirl underneath the dim street lamp

And clouds of fog circle around us and between us

You make motions to disperse the mist

And stand there in stark disbelief and indescribable joy.

"Is it you?" you ask, reaching to touch my face

"Is it really you?" "Tell me it's you and not a dream."

And I back away and look into those eyes

That I have dreamed of melting into for evermore and always.

"It's really me, beloved." I whisper softly

"Can a dream do this?" and I stroke your cheek with my finger tips

"And can a dream do that?" As I run my thumb over the outlines of your mouth

And leave it there upon your lips.

Time is suspended, stands still,

And we both wait to see if this is reality or fiction of the mind

Before we give in to the emotions that run rampant

Over, under, around and through us like mad things beyond control.

"There was a glitch in time." I say, 

"And I slipped through the veil when the time was right."

"Well, timing is everything." you murmur

And push a wayward curl behind my ear.

Somewhere in the distance 

A band begins to play in some elegant ballroom

And the music reaches our ears and swirls around us

And you bow and say, "May I have this dance, Princess?"

I take your hand and the touch of it sends currents through me

Your arm around my back, and we waltz as if on clouds

I cannot take my eyes from yours as we meld in that sweet embrace

Like warm honey spilling from an overturned bowl.

I hear you exhale and I exhale my own breath

Over your shoulder as my pulse runs wild

Tighter you pull me and your grasp is like steel

Yet the pain is delicious because I know you are real.

  ©by Voo

 Dec 28, 2018   

2 days before my birthday

Unrequited

Unrequited 

Were I to pen a letter true

And tell my deepest thoughts to you

What would you think, what would you say

Would you rebound and run away?

Were I to sing a song of love

And convince you that 'twas from above

Would you in rapture listen to

And believe the words I sing to you?

Were I to die for true love's sake

Would you from slumber come awake

And love me then like you don't now

If I should die for you somehow?

Were I to die and haunt your dreams

In golden fields by crystal streams

In downy clouds lie down in love

Would that then win for me your love?

For all I've done has come to naught

I've found no hope in what I've sought

You've passed me by like I'm unseen

And kissed me only in my dreams.

And though I've laid my heart out bare

I know for me you do not care

My song's unheard, my words unread

In heartache's hand I make my bed.

Were I to wish now that I die

Would you in pity deem to try

And kiss my lips for pity's sake?

I'll dream forever and never wake.

©By Voo

some time ago

I Love a Man Who Can Cry

I Love a Man Who Can Cry

I love a man who can cry without feeling embarrassed

Who can smile at a sunset at the end of the day

Who can listen to a symphony and get a lump in his throat

Who can write down a song and then give it away 

I love a man who can see little babies

And get all mushy inside without questioning the joy
Who can hear a child's laugh and remember what fun is

Who plays with puppies and kittens like he's still just a boy

I love a man who is not ashamed to be vulnerable

Who can show me his weaknesses, his fears and his thoughts

At the same time being confident of who he really is

Who can be my strong shoulder when he knows that he ought

I love a man who can hurt and then be healed by love

Who can pray darkness gone and keep demons at bay

Who can show the whole world that he's not ashamed

Of the God that he knows that made him that way

I love a man who loves with his whole heart

Who needs his woman like a flame needs to burn

Who isn't shy about saying just how much he wants her

And what he will do to make her want him in return

I love a man that works hard and plays hard

But will take rainy days off without so much as a care

When his woman needs him to stay in that bed

And shut out the world like it's not even there

I love a man whose eyes light up when he smiles

But can darken with passion when I look deep in those eyes

Who will recite my poetry like Shakespearen sonnets

Or a song so worth singing that's his joy and his pride

I love a man who can slow dance for hours

In candlelight's glow without saying word one

Who will touch me so softly that it feels like a feather

But then hold me so hard that I cry when he's gone

I love a man with a strut in his walk

Who can make the heads turn when he walks in the room

But who doesn't look back at the heads when they turn

And saves himself for the woman who's his sun and his moon

I love a man who writes poetry for me

Who writes letters to me

Who sings songs just for me

And who shows me "the him" that no one else ever sees

I love a man who takes time and is kind

Who knows and who shows that he understands

Who will hold me when I need him, you can bet I won't leave him

For he needs all the same things that I need from my man.

©By Voo

Jan 14, 2018 

9:20 a.m.

this may be my new favorite song....

Like A Man by Adam Cohen

(son of Leonard)

 

I Want To Dance With Somebody

by Bootstraps

Cry Like a Man
what a powerful message here!!!!

CRY TO ME, BABY, iT'S OK