Lucy Had A Lover

 

Lucy Had A Lover

　

Lucy had a lover

Every day till noon

They met at dawn and carried on,

Wrote songs about the moon.

Lucy had a lover

A tender, sweetie pie

He chased her 'round the bed and chair

And never made her cry.

Lucy had a lover

With eyes as dark as coal

He was her man, she had a plan

And marriage was her goal.

Lucy had a lover

Such depths he took her to

Up to the skies with passion's cries

His love was strong and true.

Lucy had a lover

But one day he didn't show

He didn't write, he didn't call

And she thought she'd never know.

Lucy had a lover

One morning he came back

He slipped in looking worried

Like he'd been leaving tracks.

Lucy had a lover

She forgave him for the strife

She knew she loved a mysterious man

But she didn't know his wife.

Lucy had a lover

But that love was over soon

His wife had lost the job she worked

Every day till noon.

Lucy lost her lover

And the wife lost her belief

He left them both for greener pastures

That he's buried underneath.



　

©By Voo

April 26, 09

9:18 p.m.

Silent Swimming, Like The Moon

Silent swimming, like the moon

We glide on silver clouds away

Past far beyond and ever more

Into the night before the day.

Silent swimming, like the moon

We gentle kiss the sleeping sky

Fly underneath the rainbowed hues

Hid deep within the moonlight's sigh.

Silent swimming, like the moon

Two lovers, we, on joyous feet

Dance over sorrowed cobblestone

That turn at once to golden street.

Silent swimming, like the moon

In night winds, sing, the hallowed song

Of love, of love that never falls

But when it does, takes us along.

Silent swimming, like the moon

Behind the treetops, standing still

With nightingales for decoration

We clap our hands at every trill.

Silent swimming,  like the moon

Most every night, like children play

Running here and there and seeking

Treasures the sun has stored away.

Silent swimming,  like the moon

We ride the tides, we float in air

Tumbling, laughing, loving, descending

 Back down to find the ground still there.

©by Voo

August 19, 2012

2:45 a.m.

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Saboteur

 

                

                Saboteur

                Love is like a Trojan Horse

                It snuck silently into my life

                Under false pretenses

                On the one night I was not on guard.

                You know I speak the truth

                Deny it not     

                Those deep deep eyes

                Couldn't hide the truth if truth was just a lie.

                You think because you wear soft shoes

                That you can dance on me

                But you do an impressive pirouette,

                Don't you?

                Mockingbirds take lessons

                For you excel at mocking

                Filling the air with illusions of songs

                That are only noises.

                If I could legally exterminate

                The memory of you, would I do it?

                I lie in bed and think about that, hours on end

                Dream of revenge, even as I grovel in wanting.

                There is none so blind

                As he who will not see

                But I have looked and I have seen

                And I have looked away.

                And now I see with eyes wide open

                All the ravages you brought with you

                All the dents and damages

                You left in your wake.

                I barely recognize myself today

                In the shattered mirrors of your eyes

                So slyly does your mouth smile

                And so coldly do your fingers touch my skin.

                Yes! This is a poem for you!

                Yes! This is a song about you!

                Yes, yes, yes! This page is filled with love and hate

                The two-edged sword you cut me with.

                And all the things you make me feel

                And all the deaths you make me die,

                All the joys you crushed beneath your shoes

                In the days that followed my surrender.

                There was so much promise there

                In the beginning.............

                So much sweetness springing forth from me

                Like a fountain flowing from a rock.

                I thought you came from God

                I thought you held the stars within your hands

                And all the songs that had ever been written

                Had been composed by you.

                Saboteur! Traitor! Deceiver!

                Lover!

                How I long to take back every yesterday

                And replace them with tomorrow!

                You are a cold wind that ever blows

                And no candle I can light will keep it's glow for long

                You will not allow it.................

                You will not give me the warmth I need to survive.

                Saboteur!

                Turning hope to dust and peace to war

                Making unholy, that which was sacred in my eyes

                As my brokenness falls upon your battlefield.

                If I did not love you, it would not matter

                If I did not hate you, I could not bear this pain

                You were the traitor and I, the betrayed

                And yet it is I, who stands before the firing squad at

                dawn.

               

                But no more will I wear the hood and mask

                No more will I twist myself away from what is coming

                From this moment forward, when you fire that gun,

                I want you to kill me as you look in my eyes.

                You have made me into something I never was

                And the only way to change me is to kill me

                I will not beg of you but I will not run

                My hate, a shield too heavy to hold................

                Still wants to die in your arms

                Love.

                © by Voo

                Aug 2, 2011

                1:37 a.m.