A MAN AGAIN

Love Come the song that inspired the write.......

A Man Again

My life is like a shadowed room

With sun afraid to shine

But I would throw the windows open

If only, you were mine.

Cobwebs full of memories

Hang ’round this silent place

And everywhere my eyes might look

It’s there I see your face.

There is no music in this house

Except within my head

It followed you right out the door

Glanced back, and then fell dead.

I look around and see myself

A remnant of a man

A ghost that has no one to haunt

A soul without a hand.

For I would reach that hand to you

And let you taste my tears

And I would show myself to you

And let you see my fears.

If only you would come to me

If only you would come

And turn this ravaged heart of mine

Into your home sweet home.

It rains here every single night

It thunders out my pain

I cannot look upon the light

Till I see you again.

My bed lies un-used and un-made

For I no longer sleep

My dreams are fragile waking things

Not real enough to keep.

But midnights in the lightning’s flash

The mirror shows you true

Standing here alone with me

In love like I’m with you.

I do not move for if I do

Your sweet face fades away

And all my love and all my need

Cannot make you stay.

So I stand still and do not breathe

And do not speak out loud

But love you with my hungry eyes

No longer, cold and proud.

For when I was a mortal man

And not this apparition

I took for granted all I had

So full of supposition.

Then I woke up, a broken man

In this broken home

My sad voice echoing off the walls

Begging you to come.

Love, come, love, come!

Live here with me again

Bring back the days I counted loss

Not knowing what I’d gained.

The past is never truly gone

I know that for a fact

But show me where you threw my love

And I’ll go get it back.

My life is like a shadowed room

And your smile is the sun

If you’ll just meet me halfway, love

The rest of the way, I’ll run.

I’d tear these dusty cobwebs down

If you gave me a sign

I know I could be a real man again

If  you were only, mine.

©by Voo

April 26, 2011

9:31 p.m.

FAST FORWARDED

                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Fast Forwarded

Running in slow motion down fast forwarded streets,

We dreamed on our silent feet

Of love

In the back seats of cars, 

Playgrounds at midnight,

And silk sheets at the Fountaine Bleau hotel.

There were your eyes

And that was all I could see

Staring 

Into my soul from a hundred yards away

On the other side of the crowd

And the law of attraction.

Dark, sensual, greedy eyes

Almost like mine but darker

Pulling

Me toward you, into you like magnets

Drawing objects

That have no will to refuse.

The noise of the city 

Vanished in the roar of our hearts

Beating

Like wild things in our chests

Waiting for that moment

When all motion stopped and we stood face to face.

I had no one to go home to

No one waiting to bid me hello

No one

To wine me and dine me and love me

No one to need me

At the end of the day.

For love is not something

That I've ever been able to hold

Nothing

That I've ever been able to keep,

To rest in, or live up to

Or to say it was mine.

And because of that,

I'm always searching for the taste of it

Dreaming

That it's just around the corner,

In a stranger's arms, a stranger's eyes

Who, meeting me, will not think me strange at all.

It's Friday and the day has been long

I am hurrying off to nowhere 

And

There you are, with your tousled hair

And your hungry eyes looking

And here I am, looking with my own.

Closer now, and just four people apart,

The setting sun catches your hair,

Fire

Dances off your heart and lights your face,

Brings a glow to your eyes

And a sweet sad smile to your mouth.

"Hello." you say, "Don't I know you?

Didn't we meet in my dreams?"

"No."

I say, "We met in mine on the 41st of June."

And we both smile like lunatics 

Meeting underneath the moon.

Sometimes, it just happens,

Sometimes, it just clicks and there you are,

Falling

In love with your other self, your better self,

The other half of your soul

In a stranger's eyes.

The bad thing is,

The worst thing is, when it's over,

Life

Becomes an endless, endless day

And eventually you stop looking for love

And you're swallowed up by the crowd.

But for now, there's always tomorrow,

And the day after that,

Days,

When dreams still follow me down the street,

Look into my eyes and take me by the hand

Days, when they're good, make my eyes forget

That they ever saw your face.

©By Voo

Sept 17, 2010

10:43 p.m.

LIVING INSIDE MY HEAD (for the saddest man I know)

Living Inside My Head

(poem from a lonely man)



My imagination runs wild sometimes and sometimes I reign it in
My mind goes off into the great unknown, seeking the great unseen
And looking for the great unfound to bring it home to the great unloved
Which is me, but then you don’t know that because you don’t know me.

So, I’ll tell you a little about myself here and now while you’re reading this poem
About me, written by me and for me and to me and because of me
I live inside my head. I mean to say, I live in my dreams and not in reality
I read books and I go to plays and I watch t.v. and I attend movies and I….....

I pretend that they’re about me. I read poetry and I tell myself that
The poems are written to me and about me (and most of them are)
Especially the melancholy ones, the sad stories, the lamentations and such
I read the poetry and I cry because the words are so beautiful, you know? And true.

I love Shakespeare. I love his way with language. I love his metaphors
His imagery, his sharp wit and rapier tongued heroines and heroes
I love his world of flowery prose and macabre, dark death scenes
His tragedy and triumph, pleasure and pain, heartbreak and true love found.

I’d love to live within those pages and act out those scenes that I love,
That I have memorized and quoted and shared with only a few
Books are like beloved friends to me and more precious than I can tell
They never hurt me except when I want to be hurt in their reading.

They never change, their plots stay the same, their dialogues comfort me
But they cannot hold me. Or kiss me. Or love me the way I need to be loved
They can only tell me of how how it feels or sounds or smells or tastes
And they make me feel even lonelier when I finish the pages and put them away.

I walk down the city streets and I see life going on all around me
And I die inside myself. I bleed. From wounds no one else can see
Nevertheless, I bleed and doctor myself the best I can
And put on a brave face and laugh
And do what I have to do the best way I know how, the only way I can.

Living inside my head, dreaming within my heart,
Waiting for God to bless me
 With love and joy and dances in the dark.
 Poetry in someone’s eyes. And reality
I have big dreams, I do. Wild, incredible, fantastic things that I want to do
With someone walking by my side, dreaming the same dream
Wanting the same things that I want.

Someone that knows how to pull this stuff out of me
 And make it real and wonderful and do-able. Do-able.
What an incredible word! Do-able. Existing in real life and not just in fantasy
The way it has always been for me.
 Cause there’s never been a hand in my hand
Showing me the way.

I’m tired of living inside my head, loving inside my dreams,
Existing inside a book
I want to live outside of me and what I can imagine and wish. I want to live!
Damn it! I want to live! But you don’t know that about me, do you?
You see this blank face and this placid exterior
And you think I’m  just an average Joe.

But you don’t know. You have no idea the wild man I am inside
The crazy lunatic I’d like to show you
 Without driving you away wide eyed in terror
The truth now: the real me, coming up, served barefaced and open
My guts hanging out and my heart exposed 
And my soul longing for solace in your hands………

The lover, the poet, the warrior, the dreamer
The maker of dreams come true
I’m showing you myself, you’re reading my heart
I want to live. With you.



©By Voo
May 23, 2004
8 p.m.

An absolutely true story gleaned from the soul of someone who
is like the dog that chases the car and doesn't know what to do
with it once he gets it................sigh

  Please Come to Boston

 by Dave Loggins

Elvis Quotes

          America........

Ain’t nowhere else in the world where you can go from driving a truck to driving a Cadillac overnight

       . I didn’t know what I wanted to do as a kid. But I used to pray to God that I’d amount to               something some day. I never dreamed that something like this would happen.

• Just because you look good don’t mean you feel good.

• Folks always look good in their coffins. 

• The most beautiful thing in the world to me is a baby lookin’ as pretty as her mama 

• It’s not how much you have that people look up to you it’s who you are. 

• I never believed that anything was a coincidence. There’s a reason for everything that happens dreams tells us that we’ve got to be smart enough to interpret

• When you let your head get too big it’ll break your neck.

• A person’s eyes tell you more that their words I’m sort of getting tired of being Elvis Presley.

• The image is one thing and the human being is another. It’s very hard to live up to an image

• The world is more alive at night, it’s like God ain’t looking. I don’t believe that death is the end. 

• You can’t breathe or even go to the bathroom without them knowin’ about it. 

• I never hated anything so much in my life as I have the army. It’s an excellent experience.
  It let’s you find out how other people think and live. 

• Gospel music is the purest thing there is on this earth 

• People who read sex into my music have dirty minds.

• I’ve always lived a straight, clean life.

• I don’t set any kind of bad example. My music appeals to teenagers because it’s strongly emotional. 

• When rock-n-roll dies out another type of emotional music is going to take its place.

• Then I can sit on my back porch at Graceland and remember the good ol’ days. 

• I believe in the Bible. I believe that all good things come from God.
  I don’t believe I’d sing the way I do if God hadn’t wanted me to. 

• Music should be something that makes you gotta move inside and outside
  Music is like religion when you experience them both it should move you Rock and Roll music 

• I don’t think it’ll ever die completely out because they’re gonna have to get something mighty good to take its place. 

• My songs are a way of caressing people with my voice 

• I like acting better that I do TV because if you goof in a movie you can go back and take it over. 

• Hollywood had lost sight of the basics. They’re a lot of fancy talkers who like to pigeonhole you. 

• Only the only thing worse than watchin’ a bad movie is bein’ in one. 

Talent is bein’ able to sell what you’re feeling.

Coffey Anderson

I love this guy!!!!

omg!!!

ooh baby