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Thursday, October 19, 2017

FRIDAY NIGHT, CORNER TABLE





Friday Night,  Corner Table




Friday night
Corner table
Candlelight,
Wine,
And you.

I'm so nervous
That I'll say something
Do something
Feel something
Wrong.

But 
Your eyes 
Shine over my face
Like sparkles on the ocean
Like a man on a mission.

Cheers, you say
And I nod,
Raise my glass,
Clink and let the champagne
Glide it's way down my thirsty throat.

Are you happy?
I'm caught off guard
And I blink and laugh a small laugh
As the bubbles tickle my nose
And I feel your fingers on my wrist.

The band starts,
The busboy takes the dishes away
All the while smiling
And staring at me in my sequins
And freshly curled hair.

You signal 
For more wine
Unless you want something more potent?
You query and I shake my head
No, thank you, I've had more than enough.

I turn my chair
Towards the stage
But you catch my arm
And turn me back to you
Not yet, you say, not just yet.

And we sit there
Watching one another
Wondering in low light
Swimming in questions
Drowning in song.

After three pieces, fast and slow
The maestro stops 
Holds up his hand and says
We have a special request
From the gentleman at the corner table.

He wants to know
If the girl of his dreams,
The lovely lady with the pretty curls,
The woman that's sitting there tonight,
Will be his wife?

And I gasp
And put my hand to my mouth
As you slip a ring onto my other. Will you?
You ask with your heart in your eyes. Will you be mine? 
But I am speechless.

This was going to be our last date
I had decided. I was tired of waiting.....
Our last date. I had been trying to find the words
But if you never read this poem, I guess
That's something that you'll never know.




©by Voo
Feb 17, 08
4:45 p.m. 

the song they were dancing to....


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I  See Your Face Before Me  by Johnny Hartman....................

SONG OF THE ANGUISHED








Song of The Anguished




I was dreaming under water
With delusion all around
While the bones of dying blackbirds
Cried their last and hit the ground.

I was thinking of my true love
Whom I've yet to meet and touch
I was running toward a yearning
That my heart still loves so much.

On the hill there stood a gallows
With a noose tied just below
So the hanged man died there quickly
Before he had the time to know.

If the pain of death was hurtful
Or if he died from just his fear
It was quick and it was awful
And it left it's terror here.

Running from my waking nightmare
Running to my future fate
I was thirsty, I was hungry
But my life's an empty plate.

Tantalizing with her fragrance
Seduction was her favorite game
As she wound herself around me
Said I'd never be the same.

And that's true, I was a new man
And it's true, I was reborn
In her passion and her beauty
That soon shredded me with scorn.

The things I've done, I cannot tell you
The things I did, I hate to think
As I followed her to quicksand
As she stood and watched me sink.

Love is like a burning ember
Love is like a dying coal
Fires of joy and Eden's promise
Before the flames burn up your soul.

I have walked the ancient desert
I have climbed the mountain tall
I was young and strong and worthy
Before the stumble and the fall.

There, a hero to my mother
Then, a friend to my best friend
And a brother to my brother
Till the dark and bitter end.

Oh, sweet heaven, rain upon me!
Oh, sad sun, shine on my face!
Hangman of Hell, open this lock now!
Let me leave this cursed place!

I will run the roads forever
Show the blind man how to see
Teach the deaf and dumb and foolish
Not to ever follow me.

If you wake me from this nightmare
If you calm my screaming eyes
If you hush the dying ravens
So I cannot hear their cries.

I will seek out newer pathways
Leave the old ones far behind
If you re-turn my life to me
If you'll give me back my mind.

Yes, I'll sign your bloody papers
Yes, I'll stop my sad refrain
Yes, I'll do what you ask of me
No, no more will I complain.

Ah, much better, so much better
Peaceful now, it is so quiet
I can barely see the gallows
All I see is tinted light.

Breathing now, I take a deep one
But I cannot then exhale
I breathe in such warmth and sweetness
But cold is all I can expel.

Dreaming deep beneath the water
And the nightmare of this place
I make my last deal with the Hangman
For one more glimpse of her face.






©by Voo
Sept 30, 2012
9:45 p.m.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

GIVE ME A NAME



start music first


Monday, October 16, 2017

NIGHTMARE









nightmare



rats crawled underneath my eyes last night
I held my breath and listened to their rapid little rodent
feet scurrying around inside my head
they whispered
but I could not tell what it was they said to one another.


a song began to play on a scratched up old record
somewhere in my ear, not the right, just the left
and it played until I loathed the song and screamed
for the non existent deejay to turn it off but he would not
then the strangest thing: I saw the Night.


it became an entity to me, not a dark passage of time
and moon but a being, tall and opaque and endless
I asked it what it wanted and it just observed me quietly
it's ancient eyes, not shining, not glowing, not alive
but staring, cold, in it's horrible fearsome form
and feeling me with snake like fingers and hungry hands.


I tried to run but I couldn't move. I lay there like the residents
of graveyards, molding in perpetual decay and dying ever
deeper, yet so aware. yet so aware of human feet walking
over them, rushing to their picnics and Sunday School lessons
and circuses.


in desperation, I brought my hand up to my mouth and touched
my face to see if I was there but it went right through me
and disappeared into a maze of beasts and chains and undead things
taunting me like evil school children on a playground down in Hell
I could not get out or away. I could only watch as they shredded
me to ribbons and ate my soul with ghoulish lust and joy.


I died and died a thousand times. I fell to ashes and rose up like
the Phoenix flying over bombed out landscapes and burning cities
full of screams and unheard cries and motherless babies everywhere
the desolation was complete and unimaginable but real, so real
the realest thing I'd ever seen and ever felt and ever, ever, never
wanted to see.


I found a haven on a corner and crawled
beneath a crumbled shanty's remnants, huddling in the mud and
growing darkness, clutching my ragged clothes to me with
broken hands and despair laying on my heart like bricks of
cathedrals blown to bits and mingled with the wings of saints.


and there I lay and there I stayed without light. without hope
without friend in God or man or beast or thing. friendless
and just when I thought I could endure 
and find peace there in the silence
the rats came back and crawled underneath my eyes.










©by Voo
July 29, 2005
midnight




BEGGARS



















Beggars


You married me for a little while
And then you had to go
I thought our love to death would last
But I didn't know.

That death was there within the bud
Of the new love that would bloom
And cold winds waited at the gate
Of the garden warmth of June.

But oh, the passion of your kiss!
The heat of your embrace!
The sweetness of your sultry smile,
The love there on your face!

I saw the things I longed to see
That weren't really there
And all I gave so freely of
You had no will to share.

And I, so wedded, always remained
While your heart rambled free
And gave your love to other fools
And never thought of me.

Until the day, of all that love
You found yourself deprived
And you came back to your first love
Where my joy had arrived.

And oh, the horror on your face!
To find that love had gone
And no one waited in that garden
And you felt so alone.

For I had waited a thousand years
That only came to three
And I had strained to hear your footsteps
Running back to me.

And in the madness that true love brings
When true love is denied
Sweet death embraced me in it's arms
When all my hope had died.

There in the garden of first love found
You heard the singing crows
No trace of me for your eyes to see
Just a single, solemn rose.

How sad that marriage seldom proves
The bonding of two souls
When one heart is full and one is empty
Like the beggars and their bowls.




















©by Voo
Aug 19, 2016
11:31 p.m.