The Only One For Me

The Only One For Me by John Trudell

The Only One For Me

You're my prayer's answer

My song's refrain

My cloud, my sky, my sun and rain

You are my passion

My heart's desire

My night, my day, my warming fire

You are my sweetness

My spirit's soar

My dance, my music, my reason for

You are my light

My soul's embrace

My other self that wears your face

You are my treasure

My hidden gold

My wealth, the depth, cannot be told

You are my blessing

My greatest gift

My joy that gives this life a lift

You are my lover

My dearest friend

My best companion that's ever been

You are my heart

My need to be 

My love till ends eternity

You are the only one for me.

©By Voo

Sept 19, 2010   

1:45 a.m.

 

I Dreamed Of Oranges

 

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 Ghost Song by Max Ablitzer

I Dreamed Of Oranges

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl

On a brown teak wood table

In a small yellow kitchen.

I could smell the fragrance

Hanging in the sun beamed air

So sweet and tangy

I could almost taste them.

Checked blue curtains billowed

In the gentle morning breeze

The window was open

And somewhere a child sang softly.

I stood in the doorway, puzzled

Something felt so right

Something seemed so wrong

But I didn't know what it was.

My eyes caught the sight

Of a tiny baby shirt

Hanging on a clothesline

Swaying, swaying back and forth.

A dog chased a big black cat

Through tulip beds of red and purple

And in a moment of bravery

The cat turned and stood still as stone.

There were no cars, no radios

The world was strangely silent

Except for the wind blown lullaby

Of the faraway child.

The floor was cool on my bare feet

But it felt so good and comforting

I walked into the sun beam

And took a fruit in my trembling hand.

I peeled diligently in one long peel

Until I got to the last piece

And then it broke off and hit the floor

So loudly that it woke me up.

So sweet, so juicy, so tantalizing

I raised my dusty hand to my mouth

Lying there in the baked red desert

Dying of thirst and dying of longing.

I dreamed of oranges

In a white china bowl.

           

©by Voo

Aug 13, 07

10 p.m.

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHEN CAME THE RAIN

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: WHEN CAME THE RAIN:                                                                                                                                  ...

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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: ONION SKIN: ONION SKIN MY KINGDOM IS LIKE AN ONION BELOW WHAT'S REVEALED ON THE SURFACE: THERE ARE MANY PARTS, MANY LAYERS LEVELS, ...

That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain......a true story told in prose form

                               

Gentle rain sounds

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That Night In Hot Springs In The Rain

I had to get away

And get away I did

Drove to Hot Springs and got a hotel

Ordered some pizza

And tried to watch some tv.

But I was bored

So very bored

And it was raining a sweet Spring rain

Yeah, rain has always

Made my blood run hotter

And my feet want to get loose and dance.

I got all dolled up

In a black jumpsuit of spandex

Curled my long hair

Put on perfume

And silver.

Drove the streets of that town

Looking for a place that was alive

With music and men

Some place or cool scene

To let off some steam.

The high end clubs

All seemed too dull

Though I was dressed in a "high end" way

But there was nothing in any of them

That made me want to stay.

I was about to give up on the whole idea

When something shiny caught my eye

I pulled over into a parking lot

Surveying the neon lights

As the rain fell gently 

 And Phil Collins sang "my song."

It was a biker bar!

(You know the kind)

The kind you see in movies

With Hondas and Harleys parked there everywhere

And men all dressed in black leathers.

I was terrified

(But so enthralled)

For I'd never darkened that kind of door

But I was bored and feeling dare devil-ish

And my body was just starved for dancing.

I checked the rear view and tousled my hair

As "Hold On My Heart" played on repeat

(You know sometimes when you get obsessed)

And you just wanna hear that song?

Well, hold that image in your mind....

I walked in like it was a movie premiere

And the crowd held it's collective breath

No exaggeration, I kid you not

(But I was scared too death!)

Yeah, me, the girl you think you know.....

I was scared too death!

But I made my way through

The whistles and smoke

And found a place to sit down

Looked around to see if I was the only girl there

And I was but for some Motorcycle Mamas..

Then the beers started coming

(And I do not drink beer)

And the boys started swaggering

And making boy noise

But I didn't look up and meet anyone's eyes

(Though they all seemed to be willing toys.)

After two or three beers

I was losing my shyness

And feeling my boldness

And losing my blues

And began looking 'round 

For a partner to choose.

And then it hit me:

The wildness

(You know that wildness)

And I tossed back my hair

Oh no, not that!

Oh, yes, I did!

I tossed back my hair

And got to my feet.

Downed the last of that horrible

Horrible beer

And then I kinda lost what was left of my mind

Grabbed me a startled cute guy by the collar

As Def Leppard started screaming out "Sugar."

 "Come here, boy, let's dance." I said

And all eyes glued to us

(Well, mostly on me but.... you know, you know 😉)

The cute guy ate it up, grinning like crazy

And didn't put up much of a fuss.

To be continued....................(maybe)