RULER,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,(my American Pie) apocalyptic

The Sounds of Saturn

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Gregorian Chant...........

RULER

Dry leaves sang

And birds came tumbling down

And somewhere a crowd paid

To see the tears of a clown.

To spite the time

A clock refused to chime the hour

But beat as a broken heart

There in the tower.

Somewhere an angel frowned a saddened frown

And rain fell up instead of falling down

Seasons reversed and snow fell in July

And jolly folk that laughed began to cry.

A mother's love turned into hostility

A baby's wail became a silent plea

The world turned upside down and drowned itself

And darkness descended down when sunshine left.

Flowers burst into sprays of weeds and thorns

As night destroyed the coming of the morn

People sang with weapons in their hands

And with deadened eyes, disposed their fellow man.

No laughter rang from happy lips again

As everyone embraced the reign of sin

No mother's son returned from gore of war

And in the land there was no peace....no more.

The love of life went back from whence it came

And minds of men went empty and insane

Machines of death rolled, grinding godless gears

And silenced all the children's hopeful tears.

Oceans full of blood gave forth no life

No father loved his children nor man, his wife

But all, they ran to hillside and to cave

To save themselves but no help came to save.

No air, no food, no water left to drink

No love to feel and no thoughts left to think

No hope to calm the fears that rampant ran

And none to save the rotten race of man.

The bombs, they burst in clouds of man made glory

But no song writer lived to tell the story

The puppets ran the world with master's strings

And won it all but then lost everything.

Kings in crowns and palaces of gold

Exchanged these things and more things for their souls

And never once believed that it would end

But be renewed in splendor once again.

They sacrificed their useless little sheep

And took away their minds there in their sleep

They gave away the precious gifts they held

In secret, rang, but no one heard the bell.

The man who came from Heaven ran away

He came to Earth but said He couldn't stay

He "saved" a few but left them to their fates

And hid Himself behind those pearly gates.

And who am I to tell these things to you?

The only one who tells you what is true!

The Shining One who lives forever more

Is standing even now outside your door.

What happened to the world of yesterday?

What happened to the grace that came your way?

What happened to the love and gaiety?

Hell has come to earth....because of me.

You see, I changed the fate of all mankind

I took that god's creation and made it mine

I killed the unborn dreams that men all shared

The hope they gave to me...as if I cared.

I reign this Earth and it is mine to kill

No "Savior" came and no "savior" ever will

Take back from me the world on which I rule

And anyone who believes that is a fool!

For I am Lucifer, Bright and Morning Star

And I am King of all, both near and far

These kings of men have floundered in their tasks

And failed me in the tiny things I asked.

And even now, they burn in flame and sea

And never will they share a throne with me

But what is that to me, the King of all?

Never again I swear, will I be made to fall.

At Heaven's gate, they watch in humbled fear

To see destruction's glory I wreak here

My fires ascend to Paradise's door

No Holy Ones will visit anymore.

The Earth is mine to do with as I see fit

And I will crush it down and trample it

No man shall ever dare to rebuke Me

In blindness do they crawl, no more to see.

Six thousand years I have awaited now

So patiently to reign and show "Him" how

How I am God and He is just a lamb

And He will never be the Lion I Am.

But wait! What is that light that fills my eyes?

My army melts, their mouths screaming "You lied!"

That white horse running that should have been my own

And on it's back, that Man, that Holy One!

I will not bow! I will not bow! I will not bend!

To You who died on that cross for their sin

I will not bow before You, Son of Man

I'm not one of your servants made of sand.

I will not break, my pride is much too strong

And though I bow, I will not bow for long

And though in chains of darkness do I sit

I will not forever wait inside this pit.

I will not. I will not! I will not beg

For mercy from You. I will drain the dregs

Of humankind there at that Age's end

And I will be their Ruler once again.

Revelations 20:2-7

©by Voo 

April 12, 2004 

THE TRUNK

The Trunk

Unbuttoned buttons

Falling out of an old trunk

Stuffed with mildewed lace

And blue ribbons barely

Holding together ancient love letters

Browned with age and turning to dust

At a touch

There, a faded photograph lies

'Neath cobwebby frames and old air

Remnants of a life long dead

A love still living in a distant past

I hear the sweetness of a tiny bit of violin

Muffled girlish laughter

Shoes with elaborate bows dancing dainty steps

As the face in the photograph looks down

From his towering height into shining blue eyes

A pocket watch with exquisite chain of gold

A lock of auburn hair inside a locket

A pressed flower so old, I cannot tell what it had been

A book of Keats, it's sanctuary

And a prayer book with a scribbled prayer in spidery hand

"Please, please, please, dear Lord

Let this be the night he asks me!"

Underneath a wedding veil, a Bible with crumbling cover

Inside, the marriage recorded for all the world to see

Oh, happy, happy day! She has written in bold letters

And I feel the joy and smile at her rejoicing

In a brocaded box, a baby's tooth, a curl tied with thread

A christening dress, what used to be a doll

With reverent hands I pull the items towards me

Breathe in the musty memories they eminate

And gently place them back inside the trunk

In the corner, stuck inside a seam, I see a picture

Creased and faded almost into non existence

The woman's blue eyes, still shining, still full of love

Sitting in a rocking chair, holding a doll

As though it was her sole salvation

No gown of yellow adorned her frame

And I could not hear the violin's tender trill

But I knew that it was her

And for a moment, it flashed into my mind

That she could see me seeing her

See me holding the remnants of her life

Celebrating her little victories

And great, great losses

Now silently announced by the ugly black dress

And by an unspeakable sorrow on a yet young face

"I'm so sorry." I whisper

And close the trunk in slow retreat

Passing an ancient mirror standing like a portal

To another world in that dusty, forgotten attic

I catch a glimpse of my own face surrounded by untidy curls

With similar eyes and inherited sadnesses

It is her face there staring back at me

"It is our face." I think and touch my rounded belly

With a new mother's hands

Perhaps, it'll be her face, too. And I'll bring her here

To see where she came from, how strong the genes imparted

How thick the blood, how deep the love that survives the sorrow

Down through the ages

And imprinted on the cherished things she touched

Almost disintegrated now

But living still

Inside that dusty trunk.

©by Voo

May 14, 07

3 p.m.

VALLEY OF PROUD MEN

 Valley of Proud Men

Sorrowed down

In the dirt of an unbloomed rose

I seek the light of a moon so weak

It cannot lift it's head.

What made me think

        I could find my way

Out of

This treacherous valley?

Where blood and bone

Have gone to ash

And dreams

Have turned to dust?

I hear the cries of moaning men

Their specks of life 

Snatched up by dogs

And buried under ground.

The whispers of the Old Ones rise

In the mouths of angry crows

And when they fly, the sky turns black

Like an endless, celestial sea.

I am an apparition now

Not dead or alive, not breathing breath

The ghosts of bison run me down

And the wolves devour my heart.

See them roaming

The tired brown earth?

Looking for flesh

        Of tired proud men?

The proud men 

Are all gone now

They live in memory

On the eyelids of the dead.

This is the place of massacre,

The land of boiling blood,

The resting place of those

Who cannot rest in death.

And I, you ask me, who am I?

I am the future that never was

The yesterday that died unborn

And the tomorrow that never came.

I am the nightmare

And eyeless vision,

Bitter water pooling forth

From the chasms of the earth.

Searching for the tall, green corn

And drums that beat for dancing

Riding on the backs of beasts

That no longer dare to fly.

I am the voice of children, silenced

And the howl of wolves, unheard

I am the desolation falling

That blankets out the sun.

Ride with me, my angry crow!

My hungry dog, my empty bow!

Ride with me on the bones of steeds

        Lying buried in the dust.

The mountains taunt me with their crowns

Stretching arms of evergreen

Point to splendor on their peaks

        Made virgin white with snow.

Calling me with teasing smile

To stand and walk the walk of men

The talking trees command me Come

And cool my fever with singing wind.

And I reach forth my eager hands

As seasons change and crawl away

Again and again seeking reprieve 

Touching my lips to the face of the sky.

The horse neighs,

The crow caws, the dog growls and sighs

As over and again, 

My hands fall to my side.

For the valley won't let me go

The valley won't let me go

I'm the shadow in the valley

Of the shadow of Death

And the valley won't let me go.

©by Voo

June 28, 10

7 p.m.