Insanity of the Tribes

         Earth Drum song

Insanity of the Tribes

             a collab result of......................

                  (Mental Wrestling across the Miles)

                     He

The water rippled across her back

Her long dark mane of hair a duck tail at the end

Drenched were we both in the stream

As I pulled her from the rivers edge

Coughing, we took stock of our wounds.

                   I

And I, in wet and wild dismay

Fought, not ungently, against the flow

Curious, bewildered, wanting, not wanting

Tasting water I had yet to drink

I found a kind of healing in your hands.

                       He

We breathed shallow on the banks

My love, an arrowhead buried in her thigh

The insanity of the tribes, my silent cry

And a small wince as I pulled it from her flesh

We held tight and I stopped the bleeding with clay and leaves.

                               I

You have hurt me, I said without accusation

For I did not know the ways of man,

The way of the warrior beyond my boundaries

You have torn me and healed me again

You, with the eyes of a tribe I've never touched.

                             He

There was a silence between my love and I 

We whispered  words together, with inaudible sound

As our flesh drew close, I said:

" I am a human being and I recognize nothing other than this love,

This need of you."

                                 He

On every side there flew the arrow

The sound of gunfire, the cry of pain

"Now we must run for our lives, my feathered princess

We must run like the wind

Away from your people and the encroachment of mine."

                                 I

And I, with my heart, acknowledged him

And all he said and did not say

For my father's fathers would not think sacred

The emerald grass on which we lay

Or that strange fire within our breasts.

                              I

His pale hand in my brown, we flew

Across the water and up towards the sky

Through waterfalls and ancient trails

Clinging to new love as old as time

It mattered not how futile seemed the flight.

            He

We flew through clusters of new-borne stars 

Into the eye of the dying sun

Melted down into the core of earth itself

And became a part of the living land

A new tribe, birthed, born out of time.

              I

For just as we, with feet of fire

Found our freedom, our paradise

Beyond the realm of tribe and troop,

The arrows of my father flew

The bullets of your companions sang.

             We

And into arms of soft, soft dream

We fell as one, with lover's cries

Our mouths went seeking,

Our hearts poured out,

Our eyes, not knowing how to say goodbye.

              We

Me, of the earth and of the sky

You, of the sea and distant shore

We lay in arms that felt like home

In a strange, new world

With our hearts knowing like silenced drums,

 We did not belong.

a collab across the miles

©by Voo and Rusky

finished May 16, 2010

3:23 p.m.

RUSSELL/RUSKY

and

 VOO

The Dream by John Trudell

Body Surfing on Ocean Beach

                            

Ocean Sounds                          

Body Surfing on Ocean Beach




Look! A falling star, I said
And as you turned, my lips caught you
In the hollow of your throat
It was midnight and the sand was warm
The sky was clear, the wine was cold
And you were the sweetest dream
I'd ever had.

Listen to the waves, I said
And as you listened, I heard my heart
Thunder louder than the highest tide
The ocean behind you in the moonlight glowed
And you smiled at me
Sparkling like a diamond
In my lonely eyes.

The beach was ours
The world was ours, so it appeared
And hand in hand, we walked
Till midnight died and left a hint of dawn
And we laughed and laughed till the puncture wounds
In both our hearts were mended
And we walked on.

Look! A falling star, you said
And as I looked, your lips caught me
On the mouth, my hungry mouth
And devoured me with your wanting
Hypnotic, lulling waves caressed our bodies
And we loved each other
As the tides swept out and back

Till break of day.

©by Voo
July 29, 07
2 a.m.

                                                     

Darkness on The Face of the Deep

Darkness On the Face of the Deep

The earth was without form and void

On the day of the long destruction

No tree stood, no bird sang, no flower bloomed

When all the world fell silent in the wake of the death of life.

Where walked the man who had not been made?

The woman at his side, a softer version of himself?

Where ran the babies with their tender smiles and happy calls

Who had not then known the rage that leads to blood?

They were yet in their Father's eyes

In His mind, still innocent and loyal

Still children unborn and unnamed

In a garden that had not been tilled.

The earth, a crumbled, chaotic heap

Dying, in the past of a thousand dreams

War had come and war had gone

And war'd been declared until the end of time.

What did they know that we don't know,

The fallen rulers of the ancient world?

And what do we know that they didn't know,

We, the people of the end of it all?

(If Atlantis was an island

Was that island then, the Earth

Doomed by it's own reflection

And the glory of it's own device?)

For what has been, is being still

And what will be, has been before

There is nothing new, nor ever shall be

Until that day that dawns in cleansing fire.

Man is not the originator of seduction

Neither is he the architect of towers

He is the student, and willing, true,

But following only the counterfeiter's drafts.

How different was that world from this

The First World with it's ancient skies

Only relics now, and bones

Left behind to be untombed and sorted.

We wonder what the Watchers watched

Banished from their place of origin

No longer there in the City of Light

But under the rule of a heart full of dark despair.

And still he rules, though hampered now,

Waiting for the world to pledge allegiance

Waiting for the sun to plunge

And all the world go dark again.

He did not know what he had then

When he sat a king, on earthly throne

It was not enough for his desperate soul

He, who shined as brightly as a star.

What is it in the mind of men

That makes them crave the night?

It is he, the one who covered

It is he, the one who fell.

Like lightning through the sky to earth

Defiance, screaming, rebellion, taunting

Down onto that newly made thing of dirt

The new born world, untouched, unsullied.

And pride un-made it

And hate un-did it

And bitterness clouded,

And death found it's hold.

(Three times, the world must be born

Three times washed in the water of war

Three times destroyed and three times remade

Three times and at last, Death itself will then die.)

And where stands the ruler of that ancient age?

He, who finds no crown too big to covet?

He, who fell in love with his own face?

He, who crushed his gift in scornful hands?

Look within the hearts of men

Is he not there?

In the souls of kings and princes

With corruption in their eyes.

In the bullets and the guns and knives

Clutched in hands that know no love

Is he not there with growling voice

Saying, Come on, do the deed!

In the songs and in the pictures

In the papers printing lies

In the drugs and in the hunger

In the palaces bought with blood?

In the politicians's promises

In the Utopian's sweet dream

In the order birthed from chaos

His old lies are sold as truth.

Is he not there?

Is he not here, in sleeping men

On couches, deceived in darkened rooms

With our lives projected on a screen?

He still stands a conqueror

Still destroying an earth holding onto life

But we are his comrades now 

And his armies, they march at our sides.

He does not know, or perhaps he does

His time is short, his kingdom, crumbling

His future written on the page of a book

Written in history with ink of  pure blood.

He rules, the second time on a new made world

Angels first, now men, his stumbling slaves

But this time all of earth and all of heaven     

 Will shake their heads when the Cherub falls again.

©by Voo

May 29, 2010

11:50 p.m.

Cat Dancing

Wanna Be Your Lover
by Prince

  

Getting Jiggy wit It

no compromise

 no compromise   

                    

we found and lost one another before we met
and for the rest of our lives, we'll regret
what could have been, what should have been, it's true
and I will never know the joy of you.

we found a ground that we could share together
but found a ground that we could not share, ever
and in that finding lost what we had found
and said goodbye to that, our common ground.

we found a love that fairy tales speak of
and yet if love's withheld, then is it love?
Is love given in anger love that's true
and will I ever again know love like you?

we found the place that our hearts longed to live
but compromise of mind we could not give
we tossed the petals of the rose to wind
and turned our backs and began our search again.



©by Voo
April 19, 2004 
6 p.m.

For the love that almost was and never will be.