You Can Leave Your Hat On.....yes, yes, yes!

 

somewhere there is a video of me dancing to this.......um....yes. .with a hat

Dream Lovers

Dreamin' bout you
by Prince

Dream Lovers


You were my dream lover
And you loved me in my dreams
But we could not hold onto that
In reality it seems.

For love here in reality
Is a hard, hard game to play
And people run away from love
And almost never stay.

And I don't know why that is so
Or why it's always been
It's almost like true love's a crime
And wanting it's a sin.

People using people
Is now societal norm
Discarding them when they're of no use
From the moment they are born.

And yet inside each human heart
Is the burning need to know
The touch of love, not knowing that
Love needs our love to grow.

So people hide in shadows
And lurk at love's closed doors
Watching for love to open up
With welcome mats on it's floors.

But rarely does that closed door open
No matter how long you wait
For love's as frightened of you out there
As you are scared of it's fate.

And most of us, from youth to old age
Sit in darkened rooms alone
In a house that we have built ourselves
That will never be a home.

We live in virtual reality
That will never be a fact
Clinging to CGI people on screens
That will never love us back.

I don't think God made this world this way
Nor did He desire us thus
To live in lonely isolation
With no happiness or trust.

He made us to need one another
He made us need the things others have got
He made us to share the uniqueness we have
With other sad seeking souls that have not.

But you and I, we never met
On this lonely, orbiting rock
We waited inside our own closed doors
On which love just wouldn't knock.

Instead we dreamed ourselves a love
That visited at night
And who loved and lived in astral realms
But at dawn, kept out of sight.

And that sufficed for a span of time
But never truly satisfied
The hungry hearts inside of us
Who screamed at us and cried.

For something real that they could feel
To hold there in our hand
Not fiction, fantasy or film
But a real woman, a real man.

But we held onto what we had found
Just as passionately as we could
For fantasy was all that we had
And that dream world was safe and good.

Until the day came that we awoke
And could never sleep again
Till we embraced reality
And took it's hated hand.

And it led us out into the sun
And showed us skies above
Showed us life and all it's woes
And told us to look for love.

Not love in fairy story books,
Not love on movie reels
Not love in songs that just end wrong
But love that hurts and heals.

So we walked away from dreamland
Into the waiting arms of others
Who've longed for flesh and blood people to come
And take the place of their dream lovers.

And though we may not ever meet
And it may not ever seem
That we were true, I did love you
In the world that was a dream.

©By Voo
July 22, 2019
10:15 p.m.

Dreamsome

                                                                                                                                You Are The Dream

I've got dreams to remember
Michael Grimm

 

BROKEN ARROW

Broken Arrow

"I don't want to fight with you,"

He said as he drew near

"These fights are tearing me apart

And they're drowning you in tears."

"I don't know why you cannot see

And why you cannot feel

The love I have for you alone

Is good and strong and real."

He tried to turn my face to his

But my heartbreak wouldn't turn

He tried to cool my raging heart

But I just stood and let it burn.

And silence grew as he walked out

His sighs trailing soft behind him

I knew that I should beg him stay

But I knew where to find him.

And when the day had gone to dark

And foolish fled my eyes

I went in humble apology

To lay beneath the skies.

Before I approached, before I spoke

He jumped up to his feet

Brought out a present wrapped in fur

And handed it to me.

His hand, my protest, brushed away

Then shook back his long dark hair

And when I'd opened the mysterious thing

An arrow lay broken there.

My eyes sought his in pale moonlight

And questioned his silent face

He took my hand and closed it over

A heart shaped stone in place.

"This arrow is my vow to you."

He said defiantly

"I will not fight the one I love

And you won't fight with me."

"This heart of stone is what I had

Before I learned to trust

And now that you've taught me how to love

See, this stone heart turns to dust."

And he crushed my hand around the stone

And the stone to pieces flew

"This piece is me all lonely broken

And this piece here is you."

"Our people fought a thousand wars

With bow and arrow bold

But this one battle I will not fight

Though I die alone and old."

And he took me in his warrior's arms

And kissed the silver tears

Shining on my lover's face

That had not smiled at him in years.

The broken arrow crushed between us

As we melded into one

No longer remembering what the war was about

But knowing the fighting was done.

I brushed the dust of the powdery stone

Away from my hands and my face

Turned to the man with a smile like the sun

Our two crushed, broken heart stones replaced.

©by Voo

Sept 18, 07

2:53 a.m.

Broken Arrow by Rod Stewart

Like Evangeline

 

Like Evangeline

Like Evangeline I will search for you henceforth

Through dream and world and life and death and beyond

Through valleys low echoing with my calls 

And mountain peaks shouting back my cries

I will go on and I will not lose hope........

The birds may take my pleas to you in pity

The wolf may howl my heart song in the night

But I will never stop my journey towards you

I will not concede my loss and fight.

The world is not so large a place that you are lost forever

In it's jungles, streets, it's woodlands and it's glens

The eye of my heart will surely find your hiding place

And joy will overflow me once again.

I search, though foot weary and soul tired

I search, though humbled by the lack of sight

Very little in the way of clues has guided me thus far

But still, I look for you, my love, and I swear, will not turn back!

And if, like Evangeline, I find you there at death's door, waiting

I will not say that my journey was fruitless or call the searching

Wasteful of my life.......

I will say, as that one did, in anguish and in joy incomprehensible:

Father, thank You for the beating heart that beat in time with mine

And for the warmth that slipped away to cold there in my hands 

The love I felt one last sweet time as sweet as that I bear you now.

Still searching, still looking, still walking.......

The roads of the earth that will, one day, lead me back to you.

©by Voo

Feb 9 2005

10:30 p.m.

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