In This Corner

IN THIS CORNER 

IN THIS CORNER OF MY WORLD
WHERE THINGS ARE QUIET AND DARK
I SIT AND THINK ABOUT MY LIFE
AND WHAT'S LEFT OF MY HEART.

IN THIS CORNER CHERISHED THINGS
COME TO MY MIND ONCE MORE
THE WAY SHE LAUGHED WHILE LOOKING BACK
AS SHE DANCED THROUGH THE DOOR.

IN THIS CORNER LITTLE THINGS
LOOM LARGE AND GIANTS BE
HOVERING IN THE STILL OF NIGHT
TO TRY AND FRIGHTEN ME.

IN THIS CORNER MEMORIES
STILL COME AND GO LIKE BEAMS
AND I RELIVE THE HAPPY TIMES
WHEN MY HEART BURST AT THE SEAMS. 

IN THIS CORNER I FIND MYSELF
THE MAN I USED TO BE
THE MAN I WAS AND THAT'S COMING FORTH
THE MAN THAT'S TRULY ME.

IN THIS CORNER I BOW MY HEAD
AND THINK ABOUT THE PAST
THE FUTURE HESITANT ON THE HORIZON
AND THE DREAMS THAT LIVE AND LAST.

IN THIS CORNER MY HEART CAN SMILE
EVEN ON THE DARKEST DAYS
AND I CAN GRASP IN MY TWO HANDS
THE JOYS THAT COME MY WAY.

AND WHEN FROM THIS CORNER I TURN AWAY
TO FACE LIFE AND WORLD ONCE MORE
I'LL LAUGH WITH HER AS SHE LOOKS BACK
AND COMES DANCING THROUGH THE DOOR.

©BY VOO

OCT 8, 2006 

3:45 P.M.

The Motive Is Usually Love or Money

The Motive Is Usually Love or Money

Wake Up EVERYBODY

 

The Story Of The Storm

 

The Story of the Storm

I hear it now, the thunder roaring

Warning me of rain to come

Warning me of winds to blow

Waiting for you here at home

 I hold my breath, anticipating

Waiting for the drops to fall

The first hot hits of  lovely lightning

The violent wind to howl it's call

And where are you, my best beloved

In this prologue of gothic weather?

Are your ears tuned in to the thunder

As my heart aches to be together?

You know how I love the thunder 

And I've always danced out in rain

Never feared a lightning bolt

For it's a storm  that takes my pain

Look, the skies grow darker now

See the clouds scroll back to let

The rain pour down on dry dust as

I run out into the wet

Ah, there it comes, the  pouring rain

And here it comes, the wanting you

And there you are, the welcomed home

Into my hungry arms on cue

And the tale is told

And the deed is done

And the end finds it's place

In the sleep of the sun

But what of the epilogue

And what of the end?

When the storm has passed over

And has taken the wind?

Will we lie down in wonder

Or cower in fear

That the storm sought to keep you

From meeting me here?

For the same thing that l love

That I anticipate

Will one day take you from me

And that storm I'll berate

But of this we don't know now

And you will never see

As we lie in the aftermath

Of the storm, you and me.

©By Voo

June 12, 2017

5:22  p.m.

What Survives of us is Love repost

 

What Survives Of Us Is Love

When all is said and done

And all is done and dead

It’s not the declarations shouted

Or hard thoughts in the head

It’s not the way we walked

And not the turn we took

It’s not how much we spent on shoes

Or how fashionable we looked

It’s not how long we waited

How strong the stance we stood

How many days we held the fort

Wondering if we could

It’s not the might or money

Our fall or rise above

But when we’re gone, one thing lives on

What survives of us is love.

©by Voo

July 3, 07

    Love Can Build a Bridge