FEELING YOU WITH MY EYES

Feeling You With My Eyes


for my hands cannot reach
the place where you stand
the place where you ran
the place where you are
there on the other side of forever
I've tried to reach there
I've tried, I've tried
but I cannot swim
through that raging tide
to get to that shore
and moor on that landing
though I see the sun shining 
on you where you're standing
you've pushed me away
shut your ear to my cries
my hands cannot touch you now
but you're still in my eyes.


Copyright ©2007 Voo

A THOUSAND KNIVES

A Thousand Knives

Beyond darkness,

Unforgiveness shouts

Like a thousand knives

Forgetfulness, 

Soiled beneath memories,

Creaking, lying………

I feel terror,

Torment,

Loneliness,

My lover

Is an angry mob.

©by Voo

June 28, 2011

10:10 p.m.

SO DIFFERENT, SO ALIKE

So Different, So Alike

I think it

And you say it

I feel it

And you expose it

I want it

And you with-hold it

I with-hold it

And you want it.

You and I, we

Dance to different drummers

But we're always in rhythm.

Why is that?

What is that?

How can we think and say

And feel and rub raw

The sameness and the differences

Of who we are?

I am a mystery

And you are an enigma

I am the feather

And you are the wind.

You make me crazy

I make you mad

You make me go

But I don't go far.

The key is this, perhaps

If there has to be a reason,

An explanation or an answer

To this question of us..............

Like calls to like

And deep unto deep

Your depth moves me to great passion

And expression

And I think that when you look at your reflection

In the pool of my eyes, (however deep or shallow)

You see yourself there

And oftimes you like what you see.

I may be only a fragile feather

But in the breath of the wind which is you, 

I can always find a  new way to dance

Hoping against hope that you won't let me fall.

Right???  Hello!!!

Tell me what I'm thinking right now!

It's there on your tongue!

My soul keeps no secrets from you

Tell me!  (please)

Yes, that is correct!

Mmmm, baby, you read me so well

But stop that reading and learning and

Exposing my innermost thoughts now.

Put what you've seen and read and learned 

Without me saying a word..... 

To good use.

Neither of us are with-holding now

And both of us are wanting

I feel it, you say it

And we're both on the same page

For now. 

You'll make me crazy and I'll make you mad

We'll run off screaming in separate directions eventually

And circle back again

Wanting

Wanting

Wondering how we can be so different
 And yet very much the same

Only God knows how all this works..........

But only we know how it works so good.

Look at me, baby. Read me.

Speak out what my heart is feeling

For nobody can read me like you.

(At your convenience, of course)

You drive by lover!

For even a little light reading

Is better than no reading at all.

I have no idea
 If you'll ever get to page 893 in my head 

But that one's a doozy

And we're both gonna be real happy

When you get there! Promise! 

I know we could keep talking in shorthand

 And short proses and tiny verses

But at this point 

I could use a couple of hard bound dictionaries

 Full of words pulled from my heart
And spoken by your mouth.

 My words, your words, our words

Thoughts and sayings
 And feelings and exposes'
 That show those feelings are real.

We need to be together. 

I think it, you say it.

I feel it and you reveal it to public scrutiny

But the only opinions we need are ours

Speak your mind! I'm impatient now

  Can't you feel it? I can only hear your silence.

And the next time you say Go.......

I just might not come back

But I will be sadder than hell

 And I'll be very mad at the idea of you reading

Another girl's thoughts 

And speaking them out for her to hear.

I hope you only find closed minds out there

And empty thoughts that bore you to tears

And  yeah, you're right, I am jealous

For your mouth belongs to me

Enigma, my foot! 

 Look at me......I know you better 

Than you'll ever know yourself!!!

No matter how different we are and always will be

Hear my heart tell the God's honest truth!

We are different but we are just alike.

©Voo
 Aug 12, 2016

  4:39 a.m.

NO SUCH THING AS A HAPPY PROPHET

No Such Thing as a Happy Prophet

No such thing as a happy prophet

Not many carefree godly scribes

Sad is the seer who watches the sinner

Profit from wine that the world imbibes.

Lamentations fill the mouth of the prophet

Woe and sorrow fill the heart of the man

Who's been called of God to say to the nations:

The world cannot save you. Only God can.

The watchmen, vigilant, on the walls see the danger

Encroaching the cities, encircling the Earth

They signal to brothers who signal to others

Who don't grasp the safety of the new birth.

The shepherd's heart that loves his flock

Is often broken, often ill

He weeps on knees so scarred with kneeling

And cares for the lost when no one else will.

The hireling comes, the hireling goes

Bent by desire for gold and fame

While the called of God go 'round un-noticed

And only God can recall their name.

The narrow path is far less travelled

For only righteous feet trod there

While on the wide and worldly highway

The feet of fools run every where.

God never said there'd be no sorrow

When He called us to Him, girl and boy

He only promised that if we served Him

One day that sorrow would turn to joy.

He will not let us live in isolation

And curse the lost ones who love the night

We must reach out in God's compassion

And love them to Him and be their light.

And though they stone us and rail against us

And though they kill us with their words

Some few or thousand may find salvation

In the anguished sermons that their hearts have heard.

We cannot turn our eyes away

We cannot let our ears go deaf

We cannot refuse to preach that Gospel

But preach until we've no tongue left.

There's no such thing as a "happy" prophet

For we cannot rest till the race is won

And this world will never love or embrace us

But oh, the love that waits beyond!!!!!

Oh, Lord, the Love that waits beyond.......

©By Voo

Feb 16, 2016

2:36 a.m.

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

March 25, 06 12:46 p.m.

For Mark
whose creative face you see on this page


wonderful soundtrack that goes with it

Birth of a Legend

play while reading poem