I AM THE CROW

 

I AM THE 

I am the crow that scarecrows flee from

Falling over their feet of straw

Losing handfuls of their dusty brains

Out among the ruins of cornfields dead and dying

But still inhabited by ghosts.

I am the crow that junkyard dogs howl at

As they run away in terror from the paleness

Of my face

For they know the truth: I am no ordinary crow.

I am the crow that love glances at

In midnight pools of moonlight

Screaming it's horror into my eyes

And crushing my still beating raven black heart.

For love alone knows above all things

That flee from me: This crow is not of this world

Does not belong, is not wanted here

And never shall be.

©by Voo Shining Stone

March 25, 06 12:46 p.m.

For Mark
whose creative face you see above


wonderful soundtrack that goes with it

Birth of a Legend

MASK

Dark Piano

Mask

I wear a mask these days
These long, long days of apple green
And cherry red hues of violent fire
Flowing ever constant through my veins.

No one should see this
This me that lives inside my head
This soulstruck, angry being
Shoveling coal in an imaginary hell.

What is it about me
That terrifies myself as nothing else can
That wakes me in the deepest night
To lie awake working out unsolvable puzzles?

I love..I can love…I do love
I love with a persistence that denies dream
Denies fault, denies substance and begging
And clings to invisible strings dangling in the darkness.

Yet in the morning
I wear a mask and a cloak of hiding
Covering breaks in the mind
And tears in the seams of a ragged heart.

I do this for protection
Not for myself but for the world
That must not be exposed to the hurt
Hanging from my eyes and shadowing my footsteps.

I am a phantom
A ghost living among the living
Not participating in the life
But still remembering it’s taste.

Here and there, now and again
I meet another, like myself
Shrouded in mist and howling in silent pain
And we stand and stare as if in a mirror.

And oft as not, we do not speak
But nod in recognition and bow
To a fellow sufferer of these dark days
And endless, everlasting aching.

Once, I was young and beautiful
Vibrant with life and running over with love
Joyful as dawn and undaunted by the setting of the sun
And the world was my happy playground.

But now the midnight
Wraps me in it’s icy arms
Caresses my face with cold sleepless fingers
And kisses I do not want.

It tells me that here I belong
Here, abandoned by love and deserted by hope
I must dwell now always, hiding my ugliness
Behind this mask of the forsaken.

What a hellish, lonely thing life is!
Outwardly, I have not changed
I am still beautiful there, still young, still very much alive
It’s only on the inside that I am terrifying

It’s only on the inside, that it’s dark

All the time.

by Voo

Sept 22, 07

copyrighted

Haunted House

 

Try Jah Love

 

Shapeshifter

Shape Shifter

I am a gentle man, you said

and kissed my hand, raising your eyes

in the process to meet mine

in the candlelight

Promise? I queried and withdrew 

My hand from your tightening grasp

I wouldn't hurt a fly, you answered

And certainly not the heart

Of a fair lady

And I believed you and went tumbling

Down into the spell you cast

The web you wove

The love I needed so badly

For days on end and nights

Forever

Falling for you and your lies

And then the spell was broken

And the web began to strangle

True colors came to light

And cruelty took the place 

Of tenderness

I saw the true you in full sunlight

One day as you shape shifted

From knight to ogre and reached

Out to crush my soul in your hand

You sneered at my fear and laughed

At my pain

You sir, are no gentleman.

You sir, are no gentle man.

You sir, are no man.

©by Voo

Jan 10, 2005

 8 p.m.