Some of My Old Homemade Videos...omg cheesy

 

Video I made of me and my friends making a recording
in J.T.'s home studio...........
It turned out better than this video but this was
fun to make. 
The radioactive pair singing is me and Chuck. Several shots of Linda
and J.T. and miscellaneous pics of people I do not know
but thought were funny.....
Filmed in upstate New York.
They recorded over 30 songs, some of which I wrote.

This is me and my best buddy/prayer partner
Chuck as seen in the video. We are singing
a song I wrote at a church we used to go to

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: RED CURTAINS

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: RED CURTAINS: Red Curtains Leaving home, I looked back one more time At the little yard that needed to be raked The old ca...

Nothing Rhymed Today

Nothing Rhymed Today

Nothing rhymed today

There was no meter or melody

No singing lyric or verse of song

Just jangled nerves and unspoken fears

Left dangling on my key chain.

Cars passed me

In the pouring rain

And never acknowledged the girl

With the gas can and the thumb

And the mascara running down my face.

I could have shown some leg

I suppose

But my clothes were plastered to me

Like I had been poured into them

And everything I had was exposed already.

If it had been yesterday

I would have laughed at my mishap

Run down the highway

Danced in the rain and stopped traffic

With the glow on my shining face.

Everything rhymed yesterday

Every word that issued from my mouth

Was finely tuned, in perfect key

Poetry sprang from my fingertips

And car horns sounded like sonnets.

But I have no music left in me

It walked out in your suitcase last night

Winked it's dark eye and said goodbye

And I heard it laughing

All the way down the staircase to the street.

Poetry is a traitor

It makes you write when you don't want to

From places you don't want to revisit

Sing songs so sad they break the heart

And make rhymes of things that will never rhyme again.

©by Voo

August 8, 07

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: CATNIP and no, it's not about cats.....

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: CATNIP and no, it's not about cats.....: More by Yello  please play............goes with poem Let it play till the bass kicks in...........then read Cat...

Only Lonely....A Disjointed Discourse at Four In The Morning

Only Lonely song

Hootie and The Blowfish

......Only Lonely.......

A Disjointed Discourse

At Four In The Morning

The clock ticks

Resounding reverberations mocking

Each tick like a heart beat

While silver stars made of dust

Are dancing in the moonlight

Streaming through cloudy windows

Onto the floor

Where I lie curled into a little ball 

Of hurt.

It's a quarter past four

A wine glass overturned,

Spills garnet red onto the polished wood

Inching slowly toward a book of poetry

That you gave me

When you met me

When you liked me

When you loved me.

A sudden wind visits

And rakes a wayward limb

Against the roof

A dog howls

A cat yowls

An owl awakens

And surveys his surroundings

And goes back to watchful sleep.

I wonder why I'm lying there

On the floor

In the dark

Covered only by my raven dark hair

And the blanket of moonlight

That rests upon

My flesh and form.

And then I remember

And I touch my wet face

And taste the wine on my tongue,

Push the book away from disaster

And upright

The crystal flute

Lying in it's wasted sea of Merlot.

Go away, teardrops! 

Run away, heartache!

Move along, memories!

Nothing to see here!

We've all seen this scene before.

Through season

Storm and sunny day

Since fate and luck

Took love away

Since all my hopes of loving you

And all my dreams did not come true.....

(Hey, I made a rhyme! I wrote a poem!)

We've been here before

This floor and I

Moonlight bathed

Tears in my eye

Wine and poetry in my hand

Longing for a loveless man.

There's nothing here

Stars haven't seen

Nothing here or in-between

Nothing, nothing

But the sound

Of clocks that tick,

Tears falling down.

I am not dying

I am not dead

Not intoxicated

In my head

I am not crazy

I'm still quite sane

I still have thoughts

Within my brain

But I hurt, I hurt

I miss, I miss

Your hard embrace,

Your tender kiss.......

Sigh

I stand now, stumbling

Holding onto empty air

For a moment, I almost call your name

But I catch myself

And stop myself

From making an even bigger fool

 Of my foolish self.

Up the stairs I climb

Very slowly....

Because I do not want

To fall into that empty bed

With it's pillows

Still indented

And scented

By your head.

The moonlight trails me

And lights the way

Glinting off your pictures lining the walls,

Our pictures,

Filled with happy smiles 

And anticipations

That never came to be.

Look at you there 

In the shadows, hiding

Hurtful things

In the corners of your eyes

Waiting to rob me like a midnight thief.

I will never let you see

How your leaving left me

Only the moon and the stars

Will know the pain that I feel 

Your love was not real

Nor were your smiles, so seductive

That they made me believe

That you were loving me only.

Tomorrow will be a new day

As this night fades into light

Not all nights are this bad

Not all days are this sad

In the morning I'll be almost alright

Tonight I'm

 Only lonely.

 

©by Voo Shining Stone 

10/1/2020