Angelou

 

Coming Out Of A Coma....perhaps the strangest thing you'll ever read

 

Wandering Soul

Coming Out of a Coma

(and all the subsequent questions

a sleepless girl named Voo might ask)

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What is it about dying

That makes you want to live?

To hold onto life with all your might?

To capture it in a locked cage

And destroy the key?

Even if you never really wanted to live

In the first place?

What is it about love

That makes you want to believe it's real?

And desire to hold it in your arms

And look into it's eyes

Even if you never really believed before

That anything as lovely as love

Could possibly be real?

What is it about a man

That you've never even touched...

Never even kissed...

Never even knew existed

Outside of a dream.....

But just the very thought of that man

Can make your heart beat

Like a thousand warring drums?

What is it about a woman

A woman who is all woman

And yet a child with a million questions

Written on the pages of her heart

A woman who knew she was a woman

Before she was born.....

And spent the rest of her life

Trying to find that child inside herself

Because she knew that child

Knows all the answers?

What is it? All of this?

The irrational, illogical, unreal reality

Of all of this?

The longing to live in the midst of dying?

The yearning for love in the fear of the trying?

The needing to smile in the downpour of crying?

Lucid dreamscapes you walk into

Though you've never known sleep?

Scriptwriters say

That none of this is real

That we are all asleep somewhere

Plugged into some creator's machine

Just dreaming preprogrammed manufactured lives

As He watches to see how we'll react to stimuli.

There's no such thing as crying

No such thing as love

No such thing as living or dying

No hell below or heaven above

No dream to wake up from

No arms to run into

No memories of people

Or places we've been to.

It takes a lot of faith to believe that

Much less faith to believe it's a lie

Like it took no faith at all

To let go of living

But a whole lot of faith

To decide not to die.

Coming out of a coma

Is like being reborn

The world seems strange

And yet oddly familiar

You feel as though you're a newborn baby

Entering into a body that is a thousand years old.

And it's frightening

And exhilarating

And wonderful

And awful

And awful.....

And awful

Because you can't be sure

For a very long time

If anything is real.

You're still in that place you were

Before you came back

To this place

This strange, familiar place

Where people in white uniforms smile

And take your temperature

And check to see if your heart's beating normally

When in that other place

It wasn't even beating at all.

And yet you felt more alive there

Than you ever have here

And you could do a multitude of things

That you have never attempted to do here

You could fly.............you could fly!!!

And every cloud in every silver sky scene

Was so saturated with love

That it rained sometimes for years

And no one ever drowned in it's deluge.

It was wonderful there

And yet it was lonely

Even with it's beauty and majesty

And the ever present perfume

Of fresh cut roses

And newly mown grass

A sun that stayed

 Precisely the same temperature

And nothing ever died there

Not even a dream.

It was lonely there

Because I could not find you

You, the man I have yet to find here

And yet to touch and yet to kiss

And yet to forget

Even though your memory

Covers me like a warm shawl

And follows me everywhere I go

I could not find you there

And I was afraid.

Part of me knows you're not real

But part of me knows that you are

And it's up to me to decide

What part to listen to, what part to believe

But I don't want to make that decision

Because I know that part of me

Will no longer be alive if I do.

For part of me only lives in you,

In your eyes and in your heart

And in the world we have created in our dreams

Dreams made of poetry,

Built of magic and light

In a paradise cradled in an angel's hand

And watched over by every wounded writer

That ever wrote a love song or a fairytale.

You see what I mean?

Only a child knows the answers to these questions

They don't make sense to grown-ups

Those who were born old and will die older

Who never rode a horse of fire

Or danced on thunder or kissed the dead back to life

Like you and I have

We, who have waited eons to find one another

Only to lose ourselves again

When they told us we didn't exist.

We couldn't exist because people like us

Only lived in works of fiction

Pages of prose or long Celtic sagas of lost love

And star crossed songs sung by Sirens of the Sea

Who don't exist either.

You see, we don't exist, you and I

That's why I couldn't find you there

In that other place

And that's why I can't find you here

In this one

Because that place where you and I do exist

And love and laugh and live, my love

Is in a love story in a book, in a library, in a dream

In a fantasy, in a myth, in a fable, in a fairytale

In the minds of people who do not live in this world,

On this planet, in this universe

People who do not know each other and have never met

But who have shared the same dreams for hundreds of ages

Dreaming such magnificent dreams of love and valor

And relentless searching and finding

And going through the cycle again and again and again.

And how do I know that, you ask

With that twinkle in your eye?

Come now, little boy with your mischievous grin,

You tell me!

And you take my girlish hand, fresh with youth

And we laugh and scream into the break of yet another dawn

In voices so loud they will wake the dreamers on other worlds:

Because they are Us!!! We scream, And We are Them!!!

And as long as they exist, so shall we

And as long as we exist, so shall they.

Coming out of a coma

Is like being reborn

The world seems strange

And yet oddly familiar

You feel as though you're a newborn baby

Entering into a body that is a thousand years old.

And it's frightening

And exhilarating

And wonderful

And awful

And awful.....

And awful

Because you can't be sure

For a very long time

If anything is real.

©By Voo

Yes, I Do Bite

 

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

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