Easily Pleased and At The Same Time Discontent

Easily Pleased And At The Same Time Discontent



I am an enigma boiling in my own juice
Of confused red ripened heart
I think to myself in song-less rhymes
Unborn yet ageless in their need to be
And silently screaming, I shout down
Every faded gray wall within my soul
Until I fall into the newly broken day
There you are! I think. There you are!
And I reach forth
Tiny, outstretched fingers digging
Their way out of my being
To grasp the only thing that means anything
In this world to me
Or ever will:

The love I threw away
The love I still see shining on your face.

©by Voo

Jan 11, 2007

9:13 p.m.

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inspired by a line by Ebenezer Stone

face by Mark*

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Talk You Out Of It

Watching You

Can't Help Falling




Watching You


Watching you walk down the stairs
My glad heart skips a beat

I pick you out of every crowd
On every crowded street

I see you in the moonlight
And every ray of sun

The night wind whispers your blessed name
And the birds sing, "He's the one"

I feel your sweetness in every smile
I see your face in dreams

I taste your kiss in every raindrop
See your image in every stream

You're with me everywhere I go
Even when I go to sleep

Your memory reaches up your arms
And pulls me down so deep

Till you're in every part of me
And I'm in your every part

I'll love you more each passing day
Till there's no room left in my heart.


©By Voo
August 18, 2019
2:40 a.m.

World Without Books

World Without Books

What would we read?

What would we write?

How would we tell

The tale of our plight?

A world without books

Would be a world without dreams

Unshared and lost

In an ocean of screams.

How would we know

How our brother man feels?

If we could not peruse

His way and his will?

How would we treasure

Another friend's heart?

If we could not read it

We'd stay miles apart.

A world without books

Would be a world without voice

We'd reason in silence

Not seeing a choice.

For books bid us "Come!"

And welcome us home

And allow us to find out

That we're not alone.

©voo

aug 22, 08

Seeds, Lost and Found

thunderstorm

Seeds, Lost and Found

I do not know why I was never afraid of storms

Why I longed for them, looked for them, prayed for them

Needing to feel that electrical charge in the air,

That blinding white lightning, that menacing roar

That violent thrusting of a great downpour.

Sans umbrella, I would run in the rain

Wade in the water, play in the mud

Dare the Heavens to chastise my defiance,

Fling out my arms and beg angels to dance

For no mortal would, like me, take a chance.

And so I grew from girl to woman

Always searching, always wanting

Always needing, always grieving

Always lonely with no love around

Always lost and never found.

And then I saw with eyes wide open

The strangest thing, the sweetest thing

So like a dream but not a dream

A dream come true like a fond wish granted

My tears turned to seeds and those seeds then were planted.

And I watered  them and I tended them

I cared for them like the gardener of Eden

Sometimes a seed would sprout out of the dirt

And I would watch hopefully with tears in my eye

Only to see it soon wither and die.

Disappointment was the cloak I wore

Dark with despair and disconsolate

Dangerously daring and almost past caring

I ran then from love for I could no longer take

Watching what I thought was real turn to fake.

So I pretended that I didn't care 

Played with the tigers and ran with the lions

An innocent lost in the valley of shadows

Trying so hard to be found in this world

But just a face in the crowd of lost boys and girls.

We had our fun out on the run

Defying death and loathing life

Gothic angels with bent halos

Seeking for shelter or a hole in the ground

But really, just dying to somehow be found.

And then one day after years of dying

For life had evaded and love had perished stillborn

I turned a corner  that I had never turned

And I saw the face that my soul had known

On a plant that sprang up from those tears I had sown. 

The face of a lost boy who wandered like me

Looking for something that he could never find

Standing before doors that were slammed in his face

Stinging from weapons of words to his heart

Our hands clasped as though they had not been apart.

His mouth, my mouth devoured with kisses

His eyes, my eyes would not look away from

His body, my body could not wait to make love to

His heart, my heart heard without making a sound

And this lost girl and that lost boy had finally been found.

In a world of madness, we had found our sanity

In a world of dragons, we had found our swords

In a world of darkness, we had found our light

In a world of lack filled with just empty shelves

We had found that love lived, we had found ourselves.

The lost boy and I who had both planted seeds

When we were just children and abandoned to weeds

When no love would spring up from our careful tending

Now flourished and nourished and scenting the air

He was my seed, I was his, born of dreams, standing there.

©by Voo

11/27/19

12:21 a.m.

Find Me

by Bread