The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone

Wednesday, July 3, 2024

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Strength of Vulnerability

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Sunday, June 30, 2024

DREAM LOVERS

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 greet us

With welcome mats upon 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're scared of it's fate.

And most of us, from youth to aged

Sit in darkened rooms alone

In a house that we have built ourselves

That will never be a home.

We live in a 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 the 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 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 would not 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 on to what we'd found

Just as passionately as we could

For fantasy was all 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 love 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 that world that was our dream.

©By Voo

July 22, 2019
10:15 p.m.

Dreams That Cannot Die By Voo

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Thursday, June 20, 2024

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Purple Neon Moon

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Monday, June 17, 2024

UTTER NONSENSE and Other Pages from my Diary....

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Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary

Stereo blasting in full color
Bright blues for blues
Grays for emptiness
And equalizers throwing gasoline
On red hot torch songs about darkness.

She walked
But no one saw her
It was one of those days
When the nights never end
And camels stop
To fill up their tanks before
Heading into Los Angeles.

There was nothing to do about it
The ufo just hovered there
Like the one above Travis Walton's head
And I kept hoping it'd beam me up
Or knock me senseless but it never did.

Icicles hung from the sun
And snowmen melted
On the truck beds of 4th of July parade floats
While children threw candy
And taunted Santa Claus with wish lists.

I can't stand this stuff anymore!
No body writes about my life
It's like I don't have one or something
I must just be somebody's dream
On some far away planet
In the middle of an ocean of dishwater.

Is there any way out of here?
The banana cook flipped his pancake
And stared at me like I was Cornflakes
On a hot afternoon
But he had it all wrong: I was Fruit Loops.

You need a drink, he said
You look like chocolate milk
On a prehistoric playground
Here, drink this.
And he handed me a rubber plant
And a straw.

There's no ending to this story
I could go on and on and on and on.....
Like a cabaret singer
With a thousand songs in her soul
And a mike so hot it burns her hand.

I see you out there reading this
You're thinking: Damn!
I should play chess more often
I had no idea how insane the queen was.

Well, I am insane
But I'm never boring
These words prove that
These words prove
That you can make a poem outta anything
And somebody will read it and say
My God, she's brilliant!

But that's just a fact
In a constellation of a sea of fiction
Oranges don't grow on trees, baby!
And girls like me
Don't come along every day.

Which is why the earth is spinning
And global warming is popping corn in the fields
In the middle of December
Al Gore knows the truth: He invented it
Just ask his wife.

If the world turned upside down
Would the oceans fall on our heads
And would we drown in self pity
And fish for tuna in the tops of trees?
I really need an answer to that question
I really do.

Oh, wait, the CIA is at the door.....
BRB.......
(They wanted to know my sources)
They wanted to know if I was a double-knot spy
And if I knew the way to San Jose
(I told them to hang a left at the Dollar Tree.)

My therapist does my therapy for free, you know
He said it amuses him
And that he finds my vocabulary sexy
But I won't lie down on his couch without protection
I wear an inner tube and hold a flamethrower.

I'm in love with this guy
Who lives in my stereo CD player
And sings to me about blue lights and purple things
We have this love/hate relationship
I love him but he refuses to eject so I hate him, too.

Buffaloes roam in the canyons
I think they fell out of the ufo
I'm not sure. I'm sure of that
Being sure of unsurety keeps me grounded, you know?
I tried to lasso one once but it got away.

( A buffalo, you moron!)
What did you think I meant?!
I may be insane but I'm not stupid!
Except on Tuesdays but then everybody's
Stupid on Tuesdays, right?
I think I read that on a menu somewhere.

Crickets are calling my name
I must run.............
You could probably catch me
On your little frog legs if you wanted to
But there's a 99.9 % chance
That I won't kiss you if you do.

Some people live
For that 1%, however.......