WHAT IF?

What If?


What if there were no star shine
Or moon light's gleam
What if there was no golden sun
Sparkling up the stream?

What if there were no bird song
Or melody in the heart
What if there were no lantern glow
Lighting up the dark?

What if there were no sweetness
To sourness, counteract
What if we lost everything
And couldn't get it back?

What if there was no beauty
And ugliness did reign
What if there was no comfort
And all we knew was pain?

What if days were endless
And nights, a moment's bliss
What if lips were hungry
And couldn't taste a kiss?

What if life was temporary
And this time was all we knew
I wouldn't care about any of that
As long as I had you.


©By Voo
April 12, 2017
8:08 p.m.

BEAUTIFUL IN LOVE

Beautiful In Love



He makes me feel like a woman 
When he smiles 
I am enveloped in warm honey and moon glow 
I am bathed in sunshine and sweetness 
And I am so glad to be alive. 

He sees me like I'm beautiful 
And always has 
Even though I know I am not fair 
Or fine or lovely as the girls he painted 
On the canvases of his youth. 

He shines me like a diamond 
With his artist's hands 
Outlining my features with his fingertips, 
My mouth, with the curve of his thumb 
I am subtly, and permanently, imprinted. 

He holds me like a treasure 
As though I were fragile 
And I let him think I am 
For my strength would only make him feel 
His weakness. 

Oh, but when he touches me 
In the darkness! 
In the cocoon of love he spins there 
Dancing to the music of my joy 
Flying as one, on a single pair of wings. 

Without light, I forget his eyes are blind 
And cannot look upon my face 
Cannot see the sunrise, or the setting, 
The full moon hanging in the sky, or storm clouds
Unless he sees them through my seeing tongue.

He gives me more than I can give to him 
Because my eyes are full of life 
And his are full of memory and of wonder 
Gifts he finds, on the midnight paths he walks 
With sharpened senses I will never know. 

He's painted all my sorrows now with beauty 
In tender shades of love and light, 
Traced my heartbreak with knowing hands 
Until it disappeared 
And cast it far into a hidden sea. 

The world he paints for me 
Is more magical than the one he remembers
When his eyes were whole and unwounded 
And his brush yielded poetry to hang on the walls 
In a world that could not be framed. 

I did not know how blind I was 
Until he found me and showed me the light 
That love only illumines in a life that's gone dark 
I did not know that my unlovely face 
Could look back from a portrait, and be beautiful in love. 

He makes me feel like a woman 
When he smiles 
And when I tease him with silence, he reaches out, 
Touches my lips, my heart, my soul 
And sees the sun shining on my face. 



  

©by Voo 
July 29, 09 
7:43 p.m.

YELLOW BIRD

YELLOW BIRD

YELLOW BIRD SITTING IN A FARAWAY TREE

I LOOK AT HIM AND HE LOOK AT ME

WE EYE EACH OTHER LIKE WE KINDA SCARED

BUT HE NOT THAT BIG SO I DON'T CARE.

YELLOW BIRD FLIES WITH HIS WINGS SPREAD WIDE

LIGHTS IN A TREE ON MY RIGHT SIDE

I KEEP ON PLANTING MY SEEDS AND SUCH

HE MAKES ME NERVOUS BUT NOT TOO MUCH.

YELLOWBIRD CAWS A BIRDLIKE CALL

AND I SAYS TO HIM "I HOPE YOU FALL"

I KEEP ON WORKING, IGNORE THE FOOL

TILL HE SWOOPS DOWN AND STEALS MY TOOL.

YELLOWBIRD LAUGHS FROM THE TOP OF THE TREE

HOLDS UP MY HOE SO I CAN SEE

I TAKE OUT MY GUN TO SHOOT HIM DEAD

AND THE BIRD AND HOE FALL ON MY HEAD.

YELLOWBIRD SHAKES HIMSELF AND STANDS

SAYS: "NOT TOO BAD FOR A COMMON MAN"

WE EYE EACH OTHER AND THEN WE GRIN

AND THAT'S HOW THE BIRD AND ME BECAME

BEST FRIENDS.

©BY VOO

NOVEMBER 4, 2006 

MIDNIGHT 

 

YELLOW BIRD by CHET ATKINS

PIANO, PLAY ME

          

             Piano,  Play Me

            Piano, play me

            With wordless tune

            Through breezeless desert

            And 'round the moon.

            Piano, play me

            On black and white

            Pale ivory chords

            That gleam in night.

            Piano, play me

            Forgotten songs

            Like footprints, written

            To guide me on.

            Oh, let me hear

            Your thunderous roar

            Your soft, sweet ebb

            Upon the shore.

            Like starlight falling

            From skies above

            Raise me up high

            To fall in love.

            Your keys have glory

            And notes of gold

            Soothe newborn tantrums

            And hearts grown old.

            How many masters

            Composed and wept

            Upon your keyboards

            While dreamers slept.

            Piano, play me

            Let me draw near

            To music's kingdom   

            Within my ear.

            Piano, play me

            Like rain falls down

            In hands of rapture

            Oh, let me drown.

   ©By Voo

   May 3, 09
7:08 pm

 

NO SILENT BELLS

No Silent Bells
　
　
　
It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in us that cries out for recognition,
For acknowledgement, for fame, whatever fame might be.

It is hard to fade away into oblivion
When everything in us is screaming for validation
And we are consumed by the fear of our unworth.

It is hard to kick against the thorns
Jesus said to Paul
As he walked to Damascus with his eyes full of pride.

It is hard to be a human being
Here in a world full of money and machine
While every day in every way, they take away our humanity.

It is hard to love outside ourselves
When inside our inner souls, voices cry out
Needing forgiveness and finding little within our own hearts.

It is hard, it is hard, it is so damned hard
And yet, we stumble on because we must
For if we do not try, then what can living mean?

There must be someone here to ring the bells
When the world has drowned in sorrow
And the survivors hide in shadow as tomorrow turns to gray.

The bells in shattered belfries wait
For us to climb, for us to strive, for us to reach
To ring out our departures and the arrivals of new life.

It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in goodbye that tastes of terror
And as I die, I ring this bell in fervent hope, that someone out there hears.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear the.....bells.....?
Promise me they will never go silent, promise me
That you will take my place........

　
　
　

©by Voo
Feb 20, 10
10:33 p.m.


Bell ringing