The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone

Monday, September 29, 2025

If Blues Is A Woman

If Blues Is A Woman

Honey, if blues, it is a woman

Well, then, heartache is a man

Can't nobody down here tell me

The devil don't have busy hands.

You see, the boys, they love to preach it

How they love us little girls

Then they love us and they leave us

Where they found us in this world.

Then they sit in bars till daylight

Talkin' how they was done wrong

Chasin' women, chasin' whiskey

Till ever drop o' love is gone.

Now, I've broke a heart or three

Had my share of dirty deals

Didn't love the one that loved me

So I know just how that feels.

But I never meant no evil

Never tried to do no bad

Made acquaintance with tha' lonely

Slept in rooms just full of sad.

Men say blues, it is a woman

Makes 'em hurt long as it can

But I say if blues, it is a woman

Surely, heartache is a man.

I'll Take Care of You by Van Morrison

©By Voo

May 11, 09

12:43 a.m.

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Evanescence of Love In The Year 2022

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: The Evanescence of Love In The Year 2022: The Evanescence of Love In The Year 2022 Ethereal, though it was In every way Every day, it became More and more eternal in it's scop...

Sunday, September 28, 2025

You Write As If

You Write As If

You write as if you're bleeding

Bleeding on the inside where hurt hides
Though the hiding further amplifies it's voice
There in your eyes, those wounded eyes
That used to see me as the sun
On a dark and cloudy day.

The days when you wrote poetry

Like a fountain flowing love
You poured out every thought and dream,
Desires so raw and pure they felt like sacred
And handed them to me to bring to pass.

You didn't have to touch me but I felt touched

You didn't have to bless me, still I felt blessed
As in your arms a dance could last an eon
And your sweet kiss could make me levitate.

Where went those days, my love, when we could fly

On wings of bliss like honey-making bees?
The nectar of our mouths intoxicating
When nights flew by without the need for sleep?

Look at you sitting there now, lost in memory

The paper stained with ink beneath your hand
You write as though you're bleeding
As the words pour from your soul
And it's then I see, unseen, over your shoulder
That every drop of blood spells out my name.

Nov 14, 2023
7 p.m.

First new write in a long, long time🌻🌺🥀