THE RAIN MAN DANCES one of my scariest writes

The Rain Man Dances

and the rain man dances on the dark divide

of heaven and hell, beckons me inside

and I run but stop at his grinning face

there in the dark and gleaming space

of death and dream, found then but lost

there at the foot of the unfound cross.

               

               

the black skies darken, if indeed they can

to hide the shadow of a shattered man

but in the flashing of a lightning bolt

I see what's left of my last last hope

a pale hand reaches to touch my face

to pour on me it's soothing grace.

      

pushes back my hair and pats my cheek

and fills my mouth with something sweet

I swallow hard and wipe my eyes

then look in stunned and sad surprise

to see the rain man dancing still

as the cold rain falls and melts my will.

     

the desert of my soul has drowned

my cries imprisoned in a well of sound

the rain man stops his dance of death

as thunder roars and grabs my breath

and down we go on paths of pain

to eternal desert and no more rain.

  

the iron gate shuts and the lights grow dim
on my voiceless prayer and my wordless hymn

I fall in the nightmare where the lost ones reside

and the rain man dances on the dark divide.

               

         

scary soundtrack for poem

this music adds so very much to the read.....

©by Voo

Jan 21, 05 4:42 p.m.

based on a nightmare

FUGITIVE FROM LOVE

 

Fugitive From Love

(a modern day outlaw tale with no happy ending)

I am a fugitive from love

I’ve been on the run for years

I’ve been shot down by heart break bullets

My eyes shed blood red tears.

I am a fugitive from love

Afraid of that lovin’ stuff

Don’t want no fancy free liaisons

No one night romance fluff.

I am a fugitive from love

I only move at night

When love shines it’s light down on me

I keep out of sight.

I am an outlaw running free

I live by no one’s rules

I believe no lies so don’t even try

For I am no longer a fool.

That man, he broke my baby heart

He took away my soul

So I became a fugitive

Hiding in the cold.

(And now you think that you can arrest me

You’re surprised when I resist)

Put on these handcuffs, you say to me

And I’ll lock them with a kiss.

You’ll never take me alive, I say

You’ll never make me stay

I am a fugitive from love

And I will run away.

You shook me by my shoulders

So rigid with pride yet soft

And you said, You’re talking crazy, girl

Baby, that’s crazy talk.

But crazy or no, I will not go

Be led away in chains

You tell me love is getting healed

But all I see is pain.

But I let you persuade me a little

I relented and resigned to my fate

I forgot to forget for a minute

But as you slept, I crept out and escaped.

And I ran and I ran and I ran

Through the night and the stars and the rain

And I cried and I cried and I cried

As I caught that southbound train.

I am a fugitive from love

A woman, scarred and torn

An innocent victim of the pain

That simply can’t be borne.

It hunts me like a prisoner

Though I have committed no crime

It convicts me in the court of love

But I will serve no time.

I am a fugitive from love

An outlaw running free

So skilled am I, don’t even try

You cannot capture me.

You cannot capture me

You cannot capture me

I am a fugitive from love

And you cannot capture me.

©by Voo

Feb 16, 2004

secret garden by Bruce Springsteen
goes perfectly with poem

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....

.

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.

GIVE ME A NAME

start music first

Give Me A Name

It gets dark now at dawn

The old ones say the world has died

But just hasn't laid down to sleep yet

I don't know about that

But I know that everything just feels wrong.

I found me a diamond yesterday

Laying in the midnight sun

Down in the creek bed big as my fist

Fishes swimming all around it

Like they were protecting it for me.

My grandfather started singing a song

But got too choked up to finish

And he handed me his drum

And said "I'm giving you this song

I can't sing it anymore."

So I caught my pony

And we ran over thirty two miles of red dirt 

Dark clouds passing over our heads like birds

Laughing, trying to hold onto childhood

And singing my grandfather's song.

If I grow up, I want to be...I want to be a human

A being made of ground

And breath breathed by the Creator

Not one of the clay people who walk around

With hollow eyes and empty souls.

My brother's like that

He was human before he went away to war

But he came back hollow and soul-less

With broken eyes and no sound to his laughter

I don't think he's in there anymore.

My father hasn't spoken in thirteen years

Not since the day I was born

Not once has he smiled at me or touched my hair

My mother said he wanted a boy to replace my brother

But I came into the world in a feminine form.

I hear the old ones sometimes

They whisper to me in the woods

And down by the river when I'm fishing

Sometimes we sing together in the native tongue

And they make me forget that I'm a nameless child.

There are no children here, only me

And what I know, I've taught myself

We live so far away from civilization

I'm not sure what country we are in

Or what planet we live on.

When my grandmother lay dying

She gave me her beads and her wedding dress

Made of fine, soft skins made by her mother

And she said, "Daughter, don't let yourself die."

And I promised I wouldn't but I'm not sure, I'm not sure.

I wish I lived in the days of the warriors

And tee pees and buffaloes and sharp arrowheads

Not this faded gray world and this tar papered shack

On this plot of dead earth

Where hope no longer grows.

If I grow up....if I become a woman

I think I might try to run away from here

I'll take my pony, for I can see the longing, too, in his eyes

And we'll walk until we can see the sun still shining in the morning

There among the humans.... if we find any.

 And I'll give my diamond

To the man who will give me a name.

                    

HOME WIND 
 native american flute song that inspired this poem
Adds so much to the reading............

  ©By Voo

Nov 10, 07

     6:45 p.m.