The Crossroad Of Darkness And Light

 

THE CROSSROAD

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OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT 

There were two lovers, star-crossed bound

Born in the same century, at the same hour

But years apart

Soul mates, if such a thing exists.

They grew up searching for one another

In strangers' eyes and strangers' hearts

Feeling the longing and needing of the other

But never meeting nor given that divine appointment.

They became poets and writers of thought

Expressing themselves 

The only way they knew how

And yet in expression, became all the more lonely.

And years of life went by on different continents

Speaking with different tongues

Living two different lives

Full and yet void of true satisfaction.

The boy and girl, the woman and man

At the end of themselves one bright shining day

Crossed each other's paths

And saw in the other the treasure hard sought.

But alas, the joy was all too brief

And the anguish came and washed it away

Not comprehending, not understanding

That there could not be what they wanted to be.

There could not be

Because their paths had both reached a crossroad

And one went to the left and one to the right

And would never join again.

You see, one of them loved the darkness

And one of them loved the light

The choices all souls born to this realm

Have to make before their journey ends.

The Book of Truth says that no man can serve two masters

For he will love the one and hate the other

And that light can have no fellowship with darkness

Because none can walk together unless they be agreed.

And so that is where the lovers found themselves

Two sides of the same coin, as it were

With only a thin layer, a thin veil between them

So very near and yet so far away.

Constantly reaching and ever repulsing

Pulling toward and pushing away

They could not find a common ground

And so lived life with souls asunder.

For one would write of darkness

But to reveal it, expose it and curse it

And the other would write of the same

But to revel in it, glorify it and bless it.

And that would sever their bonds forever

The soulmates born to complete one another

Unless one fell down to darkness

Or one rose up to light.

©by Voo Shining Stone

3/1/22

for D.P.

 

Statue Of A Fool

 

Dead Flowers In A Fruit Jar

            

Dead Flowers In A Fruit Jar

"See you around, girl!" you say hanging out the window

Trying to look sorrowful

"I left you some flowers over yonder to make you think of me!"

And I look toward the window on the porch by the swing

And see a fruit jar full of Black-eyed Susans setting there

Like little spots of sunshine on a cloudy day

And tears sting my eyes.

"Take care now." you post script hastily

And pull that loud ass Grand Prix out of the driveway

And burn rubber down the highway just as fast

As a crazy man can with forty dollars in his pocket

And a dream as big as Texas.

Watching that burnt orange color

As far as I could in the noon day sun,

I felt like a thrown away memory 

In somebody's childhood scrapbook

Standing there like a fool in my cotton dress

And the apron I made cause you said you liked the color yellow on me.

But never got around to buying me a yellow dress or a car or an iron

Or found time to give me that baby girl you always said you wanted

With my eyes and my hair and your smile and your imagination

I imagine I won't ever get that baby now. Or that iron.

I don't imagine I'll ever see your smiling face again in my lifetime

Not now, when you got everything you ever wanted

Waiting for you down the road with a big contract to sign

And shiny new guitars and movie stars to meet

(And of course, that willowy blonde that discovered you

At the roadhouse fifteen Saturday nights ago

Singing "Your Cheating Heart.")

Taking the wash off the line,

I bury my nose in your fresh blue shirt

And wonder if you'll remember that you forgot it

And come barreling back up the road,

Dust clouds twirling about your head like halos

In that ugly orange monstrosity you love more than me

But not as much as yourself.

For a moment I let myself

Look longingly down the road in hopeful wonder

And when minutes pass by

With only the sound of a dog howling

And angry bees in the apple trees buzzing

And that old grandfather clock in the living room chiming

Like the Death March at some body's funeral.

I shrug my proud shoulders and march over to the well,

Take off my wedding ring and throw that damned thing in

Not waiting to hear it ding against the walls

Or splash into it's cold wet depths

But turn and throw the laundry into the wind

Like confetti on Dick Clark's New Year's Eve.

The blue shirt ends up plastered against the side of the barn

Like a bull's eye waiting to get shot at

And I wonder if you took the gun

But feel too sad to shoot it if you didn't

"I hope you're happy." I say crossing the porch

And looking into my empty house,

Down the hall and at the unmade bed

Still strewn with all your empty promises.

A solitary tear runs down my face

And I let it fall into the dust

And say your name so quiet not even I could hear it whispered

"Oh, Lord, don't ever let him be happy." I pray.

And reach to close the door, my brown eyes falling

On the flowers on the floor

Black eyed Susans, your favorites

In a big glass fruit jar of unknown origin

Your parting gift, your way of saying goodbye

When you promised me forever.

In two week's time, they'll be dead and dry

But I'll keep them there until they disappear

And in four month's time, unbeknownst to me,

I'll draw that wedding ring up again

In a bucket full of cold water, shining like fool's gold

And clutch it to my heart

As your voice comes pouring  out through the radio.

©by Voo Shining Stone

December 5, 2005

2:30 a.m.

With You I'm Born Again

 

Bigger Than Disclosure watch till the end....oh my!

 

Extra Added Bonus...****

 

  My cousin from Tennessee Tim Burchett!!!

(yes, another famous cousin!)