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Look! A falling star, I said
And as you turned, my lips caught you
In the hollow of your throat
It was midnight and the sand was warm
The sky was clear, the wine was cold
And you were the sweetest dream
I'd ever had.

Listen to the waves, I said
And as you listened, I heard my heart
Thunder louder than the highest tide
The ocean behind you in the moonlight glowed
And you smiled at me
Sparkling like a diamond
In my lonely eyes.

The beach was ours
The world was ours, so it appeared
And hand in hand, we walked
Till midnight died and left a hint of dawn
And we laughed and laughed till the puncture wounds
In both our hearts were mended
And we walked on.

Look! A falling star, you said
And as I looked, your lips caught me
On the mouth, my hungry mouth
And devoured me with your wanting
Hypnotic, lulling waves caressed our bodies
And we loved each other
As the tides swept out and back

Till break of day.

©by Voo
July 29, 07
2 a.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.

Cat Dancing

Wanna Be Your Lover
by Prince

  

Getting Jiggy wit It

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.

Clandestine Rain

Clandestine Rain

(the splendor of your laughing face)

Waiting in the carriage at the end of Summer Lane

I pulled the fur close to my neck for the fall of sudden rain

Had brought a chill into the air and the horses stamped their feet

They longed for home, they didn't care who I had come to meet.

The driver cleared his throat and pulled his cap low on his head

A lightning bolt flashed bright nearby and filled my heart with dread

I couldn't understand why you were tarrying so long

I needed wine and candlelight and my ears full of your song.

I needed you close in my arms and dazzling with your smile

The night wore on and thunder roared and accompanied me a while

I thought about your sweet, sweet face, I thought about your hands

That played the violin for me as my eyes devoured the man.

I thought about how you loved me in a way I've never known

A royal, true, and unlike you, with no home of your own

To palace bred and palace born, to loveless life unshared

Marriage arranged so cold, estranged, to a man that never cared.

And you, a gypsy, wild and free with raven eyes and locks

Living life on your own terms free of my rules and clocks

What splendor in your laughing face! What wonder in your eyes!.

You brought a truth to life in me that had known, till then, but lies.

Clandestine meetings in the dark, chance meetings on the street

Your eyes would find me and my heart would fall down at your feet

The palace spies, they shadowed me, they looked to find my fault

So often did they spoil our joy and bring our plans to naught.

But sometimes, sometimes, did I slip past and meet you in the night

And share with you such happy times there in the candlelight

But here tonight, I wait for you in the carriage in the rain

And longing for you with a love that feels less like love than pain.

The driver stills the horses now who are chomping at their bits

Wild eyed, they scream in horses' tongues as the jagged lightning hits

My face is buried in my hands, I know that I should go

But if I leave, my soul will grieve and you'll come and will not know.

A letter! I think, I'll leave a note for you there by the tree

Where you oft leave your gifts and poems and carved a heart for me

I hurry to do the task and write, my hands trembling in the strife

But the smile on my lips dies as the carriage door opens

And a cold voice says "Hello, wife!"

© by Voo

Feb 10, 2005 

12:30 a.m.

Nocturne by Secret Garden

play the two videos at same time
for perfect soundtrack.......