The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Flip The Switch

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Flip The Switch:  CLICK!!!                                                                                                                      ...

Aachoo Voo, Private Eye Episode 23 Crooked Lawyers And Crackerjacks WORLD PREMIERE!!! NEW EPISODE!!!!

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Click on link to read new episode!⬆️

At long last!!!! I did it! Aachoo is back!!!!!   Sheesh!!!!

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Oh, How Happy

 

Just ran across this wonderful old record and immediately flashed back

to being a teenager and lead singer in The Angelic Gospel Jewels Choir.

I changed the words to this song and made it into a gospel rendition and

it was quite a hit. Our choir appeared on tv and even made an album. I was

a high soprano then and could give you chills! lol  Those were the days.......

I can still give you chills but for other reasons.........🥸

rehearsing for a big fundraiser for a boxing club that had some young guys 

in it who would go on to be Olympics material.  I was the Secretary/ Public Relations

manager for the club............ (and team Mascot)   We were famous! I made them famous!  lol    (I almost got us killed)

Guess which one is me??????????😇😎

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Wicked Game

The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Wicked Game:  

Illusion of Flight repost

 

Illusion of Flight

Catching the sight of three birds in flight

From the corner of my left eye, I

Felt a momentary pang of longing

Deep in the chest where my heart lies.

Fettered by feet and weary human-ness

I confess I am tired of this earth bound existence

Tired of this walking on hard packed sod

And ancient burial grounds of the long forgotten.

I want to rise up with wings

And soar with the freedom of untied dreams

Glide on the currents of the truly unbound

And dance on the intangible glories of sky.

I want to fly!

But still I walk, sighing loudly

The birds out of sight now, I

Hurry to my cubicle of conformity

Shoved in with the masses of the all-the-same.

Almighty dollars pressure me to reach

Needing them to meet my need, I

Strive in futile, uninspired destituted hope

Ever mindful of the ship coming in on the horizon.

I want to fly!

If I had been born a bird

I'd fly until my feathers fell out

And my wings would not lift me off the ground

And then I'd fly, a ghostbird, in Eden's realm.

I want to fly!

Retracing my steps back home from work

I sought to find the beautiful birds, I

Had seen in peripheral sight this morning

Knowing that it was an almost impossible thing.

But what! From the corner of my right eye

I spy their graceful forms above the hedges

Three white stainless birds of steel and structure

Fettered to the concrete by bars of iron!

I am crushed, I am disheartened, I am disconsolate

This revelation of illusion of flight has undone me

And I walk home with a much, much heavier heart

Than the one I had this morning.

I want to fly!

          

©by Voo

September 17, 07

5:05 p.m.