THE LONG NEON NIGHT one of my all time faves

 Play song while reading the poem..

then listen again   and again and again.........

City Of Tortured Souls

by Mark and The Material Objects

Voo · City Of Tortured Souls

 song by my friend Mark that inspired this write.....

bone shaking, dynamite song with the greatest 

scream I've ever heard in rock.......

 and this is Mark..
the screamer, composer and singer of the song

...

The Long Neon Night

Lights

Blink.... 

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

Red,

Then 

Yellow,

Red,

Then 

Yellow.

Hissing neon

Crackling

In the midnight

Hitting me in the face

Between lightning bolts

And the drum roll

Of deep, black thunder.

Can't shut it out

It peeks there

Through the curtains

One inch short of closing

Taunting me with advertisements

Of a better life

Found somewhere down below

In a happy hour bar.

This bed 

Is my hell.

This bed

Is my sanctuary.

I can't leave it

It won't let me.

See how it holds me

In it's dirty sheets?

It's comforter

That gives no comfort?

It's pillows scented

With a thousand other heads?

Over and over

I have this 

Dream

Every night

From dusk till dawn

The screaming rising

From sun deprived streets

Up, up to my window

Desolate voices calling

Pleading, asking for things

I cannot give them

And do not want to hear.

Then your face appears

And I exalt 

In momentary joy

As you hover there

Bathed in red neon waters

Beckoning to me

From the top of another

Mildewed motel.

You're always smiling

At least, until 

The fake yellow neon sun

Shows you for what you are.

Down the hall to the left

There's a guy always

Playing the blues

On his guitar

The walls tremble with it

The rodents sing harmony

And the residents curse

And bang on the ceiling

In rhythm to the song

For a moment or two

There's silence.......

And the song begins again.

I no longer know

Which is the dream

And which is my life

I don't know 

How long I've lain here

When I checked in

Or if I'll check out

I don't know

If you ever truly loved me

Or if I made you up

Like some madman's apparition.

Flashes

Of waking perception 

Make me catch my breath

Sit upright,

And reach out to the empty void

That stretches around the room

Down the hall

And back to me

Carrying nothing

But snippets

Of the blues man's song

And mourning

From the dying day.

Then...

I sleep

Again.

Hear the screams,

Feel the fear,

Touch the terror,

Taste the tangible,

Smell the soured milk smell

Of love that lived

And withered like a mushroom

In a corner

Of a room

Under a bed

In a thirty story building

On a street that's always crying

In a city of

Tortured souls.

Blink....

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

Red

Then

Yellow

Red

Then 

Yellow

Blink.

Blink.

Blink. 

  ©by Voo, words, images

and Mark, music, face

Feb 20, 08 midnight 

ROSCOE THE RAT SINGS THE WOO WOO SONG

Wait till Jeffrey starts singing then scroll down to Roscoe

and it should be in sync....

Roscoe the Rat singing No Diggity...........check it out and check out his other page posted here ( hysterical)

https://bluevineyard.blogspot.com/2018/11/pssstt-come-merei-gots-some-stuff-to.html  Roscoe's other page

                     start music vid  wait til "Dre drop the verse.."
                                 and scroll down to Roscoe
                        to watch him sing the song.........

PSSSTT!!!! Come' mere.......Wanna see a singing Rat????............................... too funny

          PLAY THE VIDS  And WATCH THE BIRDIES UNTIL THE SINGING STARTS THEN SCROLL DOWN TO WATCH THE MOUSE SING THE SONG...........SO FUNNY IF YOU TIME IT RIGHT...................

                                     ENJOY!!!

                  

ARE YOU AFRAID?

Are You Afraid?

Are you afraid? she asked of me

But I answered not her query

For I was much, so much afraid

But thrilled and much and very.

So long I'd waited for her call

So long I'd dreamed of this

Waiting for her promises

Longing for her kiss.

But dreamless nights had turned me back

When no dream could be found

And I had wandered far and long

On wearied feet and ground.

Waiting on that special isle

Beyond the field of flowers

I sought her every tear-stained night

And waited many hours.

Until my heart had given up

And I turned myself away

To leave that place, with saddened face

And then I heard her say.........

"My love, where goeth thou this night?

Why hast thou lost thy dream?

I've watched thee, lo, these many moons

Hidden by the stream.

I made a path of roses

I sang a lover's song

I lit for you a lantern light

I waited all night long.

But you looked in the wrong direction

You heard not my sad, sweet tune

Your tears put out the candle's spark

And your darkness hid the moon.

Come here, beloved, come to me

Rest your weary head

I'll tell you tales to make you well

Of living things and dead.

See how my dark eyes shine for you?

See how my soft lips smile?

I am a mystery, this is true

But in me, you'll find no guile.

I feel your heart like a thousand drums

Press against my own

I feel your blood rush through that heart

Like it's racing to get home.

Shh!!! Don't speak, don't say a thing!

There's time enough for words

I only want this sweet communion

That our two hearts have heard.

I know you've searched a long long time

And I have evaded you

But I had to prove unto myself

That you, my love, were true.

I'm not like other maidens

Who tease and employ tears

For if you make me weep, my love

I'll simply disappear.

And all you'll see is a fading glimpse

Or a shadow of my smile

You may hear a snippet of my song

And in dreams, hold me a while.

But not for long and not always

Will your eyes behold my face

For the shadows take me if I cry

To a dark and lonely place.

Until my heart is healed and whole

And my soul is once more well

Alas, till now, no man has learned

To break this cursed spell.

Are you the One, my waiting one?

The man to set me free?

For if you're not, turn now and run

And let this maiden be.

.........................

For if you're not, turn now and run

And let this maiden be............

But if you are, then turn again

And give your love to me."

©by Voo

Oct 28, 2018

8:40 p.m.

For my Muse....................💖

                     Another great soundtrack for this poem