Little Indian Girl

                                                       

 

                                                             

X Ray Vision And Big Glass Hearts repost

X Ray Vision and Big Glass Hearts

He’s sitting there

With a cap pulled down across his face

Drinking something lukewarm

That was cold an hour ago

Staring at me

And pretending he’s not.

♥

He doesn’t know

I have x-ray vision

And the ability to read minds

And if he did

He’d probably jump up

And go running off like a rabbit.

♥

He’s shy but he’s cute

I can see he’s got a hole in him

Big as the Grand Canyon

But nevertheless,

With a hammer and a few nails

He could be mended in no time

By the right carpenter.

♥

I work for a carpenter

So I know about this stuff

I understand levels and saws

And three quarter nails

And hammering

With just the right touch

(Not many girls work with wood.)

♥

We’re sitting in a park

And there’s a Dutch band singing

Some obscure something from the Netherlands

And the locals are trying to make out

Like they’re sophisticated enough

To understand it

But they don’t have a clue

It might as well be written in Klingon.

♥

He lets out a sigh

And acts like he’s going to get up

He’s lying on an old quilt

That looks like he’s had it since college

There’s a book of Rumi, a New Testament

And a half eaten cheeseburger

Made out of soy and egg whites

That’s being carried away by an army of ants

(But they’re not gonna like it, either.)

♥

A girl comes through the crowd

Selling LED plastic roses

And Star Wars swords and bracelets

And I think for a moment

That he’s gonna buy me something

I feel him thinking about it

He reaches for his wallet, puts it back

And shrugs.

♥

Damn! I really wanted that pink plastic rose!

He turns away from me now

To peruse the other side of the park

And I look at the picture I just took of him

With my micro mini digital ink pen

And I grin

He really is cute.

♥

Maybe I should spill something on him, I think

Otherwise, we’re gonna be here all afternoon

And the unintelligible concert is gonna end

And he’s gonna leave and I’m gonna leave

And we’ll never learn one another’s names

Or go have that cup of coffee I’m dying for

What to do? What to do?

♥

The sun has set and it’s beautiful

I stand up with my arms full of stuff,

Drop my purse and it’s contents fly out everywhere

Most of the stuff is so embarrassing

I don’t even want to claim it

Dollar store do-dads and lipsticks and gum

I write it off and walk away.

♥

I’m halfway to my car

When I hear a voice behind me

And I turn and it’s the guy in the cap

“Excuse me, miss, I think this heart is yours.”

And I turn and he’s holding a big red glass heart

That I’ve been carrying around as long as I can remember

For no particular reason that I know.

♥

I look at the heart and I look at him

And I’m as tongue tied as I ever have been

And I say, “No, I think that heart belongs to you.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” he says

And deposits the object into his shirt pocket,

Tilts back his head,

And shows me the face under the cap.

♥

“I was just planning to have a cup of coffee,”

“Would you care to join me?” he asks quietly

And I nod yes and shove all my junk in my car

He’s got his quilt thrown over his shoulder

And he’s still holding that bottle of lukewarm whatever

And he’s motioning towards a vehicle of indeterminable color.

♥

“How about that band? Weren’t they great?!” he says

And I look at him with my x-ray eyes

And see that he’s testing me

And that he’s laughing his butt off inside

“I’ve heard better music around a pond.“ I say finally

And he smiles approvingly and takes my arm.

♥

He leads me to his car and opens the door

I get in like I’ve known him all my life

And I feel perfectly safe and perfectly content

He turns the ignition and a mix tape starts playing

Some otherworldly combination

Of country, blues, reggae, rock, indie

Spoken word poetry and gospel.

♥

He pushes back the cap

And looks me straight in the eye

“I hope you don’t think I’m too forward,” he says

And clears his throat

“But I’ve been watching you watching me for hours

And I’ve never met anyone with x-ray eyes before,

What’s your diagnosis?”

♥

“I think I can help you.” I say

And reach out and lay my hand on his heart

“I think I know exactly what’s wrong

And how to fix it

And I think I’m here not a moment too soon.”

And he grins and I grin and the fireworks go off

As the twilight starts falling

And the awful band screeches to a sci/fi grinding halt

In  the middle of a Dutch/Klingon lyric.

♥

Scott

©️by Voo Copywrited

May 22, 2011

3:53 p.m.

♥

QA TLHO’ to my Muse*

(thank you in Klingon 

KLINGON WAR SONG

 

 jIyIntaHvIS not qajegh   Klingon Love, baby!

Soon

SOON

DISCERN THE SIGNS AND WONDERS

IN THE STARS, THE SUN AND MOON

I TOLD YOU IN MY WORD TO WATCH

FOR I AM COMING SOON.

DISCERN THE EVIL IN THE WORLD

FAR WORSE THAN IT'S EVER BEEN

THE DEVIL'S TIME IS RUNNING OUT

FOR I AM COMING AGAIN.

DISCERN THE MOTIVES IN YOUR HEART

MAKE SURE YOUR SOUL IS RIGHT

PERFECT YOURSELF FOR MY INSPECTION

FOR I COME LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT.

DISCERN THE CRIES OF MY CREATION

THE WHOLE EARTH GROANS IN TRAVAIL

IT KNOWS THAT ONLY I CAN HELP

FOR I COME TO MAKE IT WELL.

DISCERN MY DESIRES AND WISHES AND NEEDS

FOR THE PEOPLE THAT SATAN'S ENSLAVED

 I'VE GIVEN TO YOU THE KEYS OF MY KINGDOM

FOR I WANT EVERYONE TO BE SAVED.

DISCERN THE LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU

DOES YOUR VERY HEART NOT BURN?

MY SPIRIT I SENT THERE TO LOVE, GUIDE AND TEACH YOU

FOR I HAVE MUCH I WANT YOU TO LEARN.

DISCERN THE TIME, THE DAY, THE HOUR

AND SEAL THE ENEMY'S DOOM

SO MUCH WORK TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME

FOR I AM COMING SOON.

©️ by voo

through the Holy Spirit

yrs ago 

 

UNOPENED BOXES

 

Unopened boxes

i sent to you a lovely gift

i tried to give your soul a lift

i tried to make your sad face smile

though you were far away in miles.

i talked with you for hours on end

'bout where i'm going and where i've been

i shared my heart, my soul, my dreams

but it was all for naught it seems.

i tried to make you laugh with me

i tried to make your blind eyes see

i tried to touch your wounded soul

but for my warmth you returned cold.

i cannot make dark go away

i cannot turn the night to day

i cannot sing and make you glad

for you exult in being sad.

i wanted so to make you see

that God has love for you and me

that in His plan He has a part

if you will give Him all your heart.

i laughed with you and cried with you

i told you things i knew were true

i gave you real friendship and caring and grace

but the door that was opened was slammed in my face.

so i will go and leave you there

where i first met you in your despair

my gifts were unopened, my presents untouched

my words were rejected and that hurts so much.

i will not knock on a double locked door

i will not call your name anymore

i gave you my sweetness though you did not see

and my greatest of gifts, which was.......me. which was me.

©by Voo

 Jan 31, 2004 

ll:45 P.M..