It Won't Be Tonight

Glen Hansard

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It Won't Be Tonight

Standing on the precipice 

That steep and craggy cliff that draws my wounded soul

I heard my heart 

             Urging me to jump......................

Whispered urging that turned to loud command

Loud command that turned to plea

That drowned out reason

                     And slowly deafened me.

I put my hands upon my ears

Senselessly

Like a blind man wearing glasses

When he has no eyes at all

Senselessly

Trying to block the scream

While begging for the fall.

I didn't want to love you

I didn't want to care............

I didn't want to see that face

That form that's standing there

I didn't want......

                     I didn't want

I didn't want your charms

            Now look at me, a tangled mess

Uncradled by your arms..............

You threw me away

          And I came back.............

I left you before you could do it again

You searched for me

                And took me home

Tell me why are we lovers

When we're not even friends???

We can't even be in the same room

Without tearing each other apart

We love and we lust......

When we don't even trust.....

And all we do is break each other's hearts.

This need of you is madness

Why can't I let you be?

You cannot live without me

And you can't live with me.

That bed, it is our battlefield.....

For our wars.... one after the next

We love and cry

               We love and we die

For this wild and wounding sex.

And when we've licked our wounds

And mended..............

The heart bruise and the sore...

The passion that cannot be tamed

Soon calls us back for more.

And you hurt me and I hate you

                  But I love it more than life

Craving each wayward bullet......

Every slicing of the knife.

Then your dark eyes beg me to devour

As you give yourself to me

Lying helpless in your needing 

             And not wanting to be free.

We've run away so many times... 

           Battered victims of love's thumps

 And both have stood on that precipice

                      But no one ever jumps.............

We only turn around and run back to  

  The next sweet and savage fight

            Swearing this mad love has got to end!

And knowing it won't be tonight.

©By Voo

       the mad poet
      who cannot run away.....

11/13/19

midnight

THE LAST WARRIOR in the land of machines

The Last Warrior
(in the land of machines)



Cold, steel gray eyes like arrows shooting out sparks
Of disenchantment, he steps into the dawn of a new day
Yawning away the taste of dreams and reaching forth to
Draw the sun into his arms so full of emptiness.


He smiles at his reflection in the puddle left by last night's rain
Distant memories of thunder and white lightning
Bouncing off the green hills and the glens, far away mountains
And deep, dark caves full of OtherKind and people not his own.

Muscular arms and legs clothed in warrior's garb, nimble feet in deerskin boots
Carry him to the forest's edge, quiet as the WolfKind and swiftly as the hawk
Beyond those trees lies another land, another world
A world full of mystery, wonder and danger.


Tales he knows well from childhood
Told by people long dead
And ascended into the night world above the stars
He is alone.

Shaking back his long, dark hair and rubbing sleep out of fresh, awakened eyes,
He listens to the calls he does not recognize echoing from the forest's midst
And from places he can never say he's known. Today, he thinks, today I will
Enter that forest and confront the owners of those voices.


Today, I will go and fight them
 For what is the good of being a warrior without a war?
Who is here still to challenge me and taste my strength? 
There is no one here but the bear who is my friend 
And the unseen ones who live in shadow and never show their skin
Who is here to fight or slay...or love?


Peering through the trees, he tries hard to make out any form of life
There in the darkness of their shade but sees none 
And yet his ears are full of their many sounds
Tomorrow, he thinks. Tomorrow.... Tomorrow, I will go and seek them out.

Those who taunt me and call to one another in unknown tongues 
I will confront them
He says softly and turns for home, the night falling now
Around his shoulders like leaves in autumn, his feet treading lightly
Upon the ground silent as the stars.

Lying on his back in the firelight's glow, he looks into the sky and wonders
If the others can see him there below and asks them for their guidance
I will go, he says to the night wind as his eyes close, I will
And the night wind whispers across his heart
And utters urgent words into his sleeping ears:

Yes, tomorrow you will go, my son, but not through the forest to die
At the hands of mindless strangers but through the sky above the stars
Into the night world where the warriors wait for you
You must go, for there is no place left here for your kind anymore.

Tomorrow they will cut down the trees and build a city in the place
Where now your head lies full of dreams. Tomorrow you will go for this is a battle
Fought with mechanical hands and with cold steel feet trampling down green hills
And valleys full of memories since time's birth.


It cannot be fought by fighting flesh or warrior's hand, this battle of machine
And progress, more a curse than a blessing from where we watch
It's movements up on high
Breathe your last breaths and dream your last dreams, my son.


And then tomorrow go from here to fight no more forever
For the battle that you seek is futile to your soul
And endless in it's pursuance
And it cannot be won.

                             

    

      June 20, 05 
       midnight
      ©By  Voo Shining Stone 


For all Native Americans and for all peoples across the 
world who have lost their beautiful lands in the name of progress.

YOU WITH THE SMILING EYES

You With The Smiling Eyes

I have always been greatly drawn

To a man with smiling eyes

There is something sweet and special

And a wonderful surprise.

When you see a smile upon the face

That gives you such a start

And you know that smile that shines in his eyes

Is beaming from his heart.

So many men will smile at you

And their eyes will never show

Love or light, merely their teeth

And their smiles just leave you cold.

And you know they're just pretending

And they don't really care

They just smile to be polite

They don't really see you there.

But when you see the sunshine

Light up the eyes of a man

You know that you can safely put

Yourself in that man's hand.

For smiling eyes cannot be faked

For you cannot fake real love

Love is something not of this world

But originates above.

Jesus has those smiling eyes

So beautiful and deep

And when He turns those eyes on you

That memory you'll always keep.

So when I see sweet smiling eyes

On the face of mortal men

I'm always drawn magnetically

Like I was drawn to Him.

And now I know the reason why

I was so drawn to you

The love of the Lord and His smiling eyes......

Love, I see those things in you.

©By Voo

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