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There Stood a House repost beware....spooky

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There Stood A House

There stood a house

And the house stood there alone

No cat with teasing mouse

No dog with tortured bone.

No squeaking floor

No belfry bat

No one to disturb

The peace of that.

No rattling branch

No howling pack

No one to leave

And then come back.

Except the child

That swings alone

In midnight moon

She sings her song.

The little girl

With pig-tailed hair

She swings and sings

To empty air.

For many moons

She's swung like that

Through storm and sleet

And days so black.

For no sun will shine

Upon that place

No breeze comes by

To touch her face.

The passers-by

Walk out of their way

To avoid the house

Where sadness stays.

For they all know

The story wild

And the hateful fate

That befell the child.

So long ago

On that terrible day

When the monster took

The sun away.

And then the family

Moved from the home

And left the girl

To swing alone.

They left so broken

Almost insane

They didn't know

That she remained.

She couldn't leave

The place she died

She watched them leave

And stood and cried.

Then to the swing

She went to play

The swing her Daddy

Made that birthday.

And there she swings

And sings her song

As the old house watches

And stands alone.

©by Voo

July 23, 2017

1:46 a.m.

Vision In The World Of The Blind

Vision

 (In The World Of The Blind)

Peering through the darkness growing

I saw the forms of men

Running in the black winds blowing

Their banners raised for sin

Rounding up the innocents

Rallying the troops

Separating goats and lambs

To isolated groups

Whistleblowers silencing

Preachers preaching truth

Scandalized and smeared with lies

Without an ounce of proof

I saw the evil rising

To rooftops and to sky

Spreading chaos through the land

As the blind embraced the lie

Oceans full of grief and greed

Sweeping out the earth

Bringing death to young and old

That never knew new birth

Bullets flying, children crying

Blood running in the street

While drug cartels, the spawn of hell

Walked by on spotless feet

Politicians shaking hands

Making dirty deals

Bought and paid for in back rooms

From power broker shills

Taking from the average Joe

Taking from the salt

Of earth, those good and godly folk

Whose souls cannot be bought

And in the penthouses of the world

Sipping cold champagne

The idol makers strategize

To give their puppets fame

(It's all about the wealth and gold

It's all about the choice

To let them tell you what to say

While they use your voice)

I saw the wars on paper planned

The calculated death

The skies so full of chemicals

You could hardly draw your breath

Marching to the hospitals

Begging for the drugs

I couldn't tell in that sick hell

The housewives from the thugs

Plans and schemes and shattered dreams

Lay scattered on the ground

While hope went up in ashes

And hopelessness came down

And men in thousand dollar suits

Tore down the nations' borders

And bowed before the entities

From which they take their orders

I saw there in the Spirit's light

The plan of old so clear

I felt the cold breath on my neck

The Devil stood so near

Like ants beneath his feet are men

Disposable, obtuse

He drains their souls, throws them away

When there is no more use

I saw there in the darkness growing

From sea to shining sea

Demon and man work hand in hand

And I know that they saw me

They saw me see the ancient Plan

They saw me grasp their dream

They saw me raise my righteous fist

They saw me and they screamed

And in the darkness a multitude

Of lights blinked on and blazed 

The Army of the Lord awakened

And their righteous fists were raised

I saw the enemy scatter then

Like insects in the light

The Devil's plan undone, unwon

As the blind received their sight.

©by Voo

April 24, 2006 

(I do not know why God lifts up

The veil to me sometimes

Some days I beg Him to shut my eyes

And let me, too, go blind

I know there’s others in the world

That see the things I do

But you can’t go back to a life of lies

Once you’ve seen the true) 

Fools On A Gray Autumn Day

Fools On A Gray Autumn Day


Standing here in the silence of a gray, lackluster day
We briefly glance into somber eyes, then turn and look away
You clear your throat and smooth your coat
Your body blocks the sun
I wait to hear your footsteps retreat; I expect to hear them run
But they don't walk and you don't talk
No words spill from your mouth
But heartbeats break the silent roar
That the heart cannot pour out.

Your big hand reaches for my small
That's buried in my pocket
And with the other I undo the clasp
On the sterling silver locket
That holds the picture of the love we shared until today
I put it in your empty hand and still I do not say
Unsaid words that serve no purpose; 

For they cannot change a thing
And the unshed tears bring no release

But blind us by their sting.

Goodbye, it is a joke and lie, it expresses no sincere thought
For what is good about the bye? Just another moment bought
An autumn leaf falls on your shoulder from an almost barren tree
And I think the bright red leaf is you and the barren tree is me
We watch a V formation of snow geese on the wing
Flying through the skies above to find another Spring.

One last throat clearing, one last hand clasp
Your lips meet mine once more and last
The saddest smile I've ever seen 

Touches your eyes with tearbright gleam
Hands pull apart, eternity ends
Eyes close on memories of there and then
We walk in different directions now 

And don't look back, somehow, somehow.

The tears held back, now fall like rain 

Down heartbroken faces that drown in pain
And each, we shout  unsaid words then 

And hear them stolen by the thieving wind
At the edge of the park, I think I'll turn 

To see if you're there ( I never learn))
I pray that you're running on swift feet to me

But I never turn and I never see
And you walk on toward the ocean of blue
And wonder if I am now running toward you.

Your heart beating fast as the locket you grasp
With it's picture of you and of me
But I'm walking and crying and waiting for you to follow
As the locket is thrown into the sea.

© by Voo
November 19, 2005
3 p.m.