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Monday, January 30, 2017

FEELING YOU WITH MY EYES


Feeling You With My Eyes


for my hands cannot reach
the place where you stand
the place where you ran
the place where you are
there on the other side of forever
I've tried to reach there
I've tried, I've tried
but I cannot swim
through that raging tide
to get to that shore
and moor on that landing
though I see the sun shining 
on you where you're standing
you've pushed me away
shut your ear to my cries
my hands cannot touch you now
but you're still in my eyes.


Copyright ©2007 Voo

A THOUSAND KNIVES

A Thousand Knives


Beyond darkness,
Unforgiveness shouts
Like a thousand knives

Forgetfulness, 
Soiled beneath memories,
Creaking, lying………

I feel terror,
Torment,
Loneliness,

My lover
Is an angry mob.


©by Voo
June 28, 2011
10:10 p.m.

SO DIFFERENT, SO ALIKE



So Different, So Alike


I think it
And you say it
I feel it
And you expose it
I want it
And you with-hold it
I with-hold it
And you want it.

You and I, we
Dance to different drummers
But we're always in rhythm.

Why is that?
What is that?
How can we think and say
And feel and rub raw
The sameness and the differences
Of who we are?

I am a mystery
And you are an enigma
I am the feather
And you are the wind.

You make me crazy
I make you mad
You make me go
But I don't go far.

The key is this, perhaps
If there has to be a reason,
An explanation or an answer
To this question of us..............

Like calls to like
And deep unto deep
Your depth moves me to great passion
And expression
And I think that when you look at your reflection
In the pool of my eyes, (however deep or shallow)
You see yourself there
And oftimes you like what you see.

I may be only a fragile feather
But in the breath of the wind which is you, 
I can always find a  new way to dance
Hoping against hope that you won't let me fall.

Right???  Hello!!!

Tell me what I'm thinking right now!
It's there on your tongue!
My soul keeps no secrets from you
Tell me!  (please)

Yes, that is correct!
Mmmm, baby, you read me so well
But stop that reading and learning and
Exposing my innermost thoughts now.
Put what you've seen and read and learned 
Without me saying a word..... 
To good use.

Neither of us are with-holding now
And both of us are wanting
I feel it, you say it
And we're both on the same page
For now. 

You'll make me crazy and I'll make you mad
We'll run off screaming in separate directions eventually
And circle back again
Wanting
Wanting

Wondering how we can be so different
 And yet very much the same
Only God knows how all this works..........
But only we know how it works so good.

Look at me, baby. Read me.
Speak out what my heart is feeling
For nobody can read me like you.

(At your convenience, of course)
You drive by lover!
For even a little light reading
Is better than no reading at all.

I have no idea
 If you'll ever get to page 893 in my head 
But that one's a doozy
And we're both gonna be real happy
When you get there! Promise! 

I know we could keep talking in shorthand
 And short proses and tiny verses
But at this point 
I could use a couple of hard bound dictionaries
 Full of words pulled from my heart
And spoken by your mouth.


 My words, your words, our words
Thoughts and sayings
 And feelings and exposes'
 That show those feelings are real.

We need to be together. 
think it, you say it.
I feel it and you reveal it to public scrutiny
But the only opinions we need are ours
Speak your mind! I'm impatient now
  Can't you feel it? I can only hear your silence.

And the next time you say Go.......
I just might not come back
But I will be sadder than hell
 And I'll be very mad at the idea of you reading
Another girl's thoughts 
And speaking them out for her to hear.

I hope you only find closed minds out there
And empty thoughts that bore you to tears
And  yeah, you're right, I am jealous
For your mouth belongs to me
Enigma, my foot! 

 Look at me......I know you better 
Than you'll ever know yourself!!!
No matter how different we are and always will be
Hear my heart tell the God's honest truth!
We are different but we are just alike.


©Voo
 Aug 12, 2016
  4:39 a.m.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

NO SUCH THING AS A HAPPY PROPHET

No Such Thing as a Happy Prophet



No such thing as a happy prophet
Not many carefree godly scribes
Sad is the seer who watches the sinner
Profit from wine that the world imbibes.

Lamentations fill the mouth of the prophet
Woe and sorrow fill the heart of the man
Who's been called of God to say to the nations:
The world cannot save you. Only God can.

The watchmen, vigilant, on the walls see the danger
Encroaching the cities, encircling the Earth
They signal to brothers who signal to others
Who don't grasp the safety of the new birth.

The shepherd's heart that loves his flock
Is often broken, often ill
He weeps on knees so scarred with kneeling
And cares for the lost when no one else will.

The hireling comes, the hireling goes
Bent by desire for gold and fame
While the called of God go 'round un-noticed
And only God can recall their name.

The narrow path is far less travelled
For only righteous feet trod there
While on the wide and worldly highway
The feet of fools run every where.

God never said there'd be no sorrow
When He called us to Him, girl and boy
He only promised that if we served Him
One day that sorrow would turn to joy.

He will not let us live in isolation
And curse the lost ones who love the night
We must reach out in God's compassion
And love them to Him and be their light.

And though they stone us and rail against us
And though they kill us with their words
Some few or thousand may find salvation
In the anguished sermons that their hearts have heard.

We cannot turn our eyes away
We cannot let our ears go deaf
We cannot refuse to preach that Gospel
But preach until we've no tongue left.

There's no such thing as a "happy" prophet
For we cannot rest till the race is won
And this world will never love or embrace us
But oh, the love that waits beyond!!!!!

Oh, Lord, the Love that waits beyond.......



©By Voo
Feb 16, 2016
2:36 a.m.

Monday, October 10, 2016

I Am The Crow










I AM THE 

I am the crow that scarecrows flee from
Falling over their feet of straw
Losing handfuls of their dusty brains
Out among the ruins of cornfields dead and dying
But still inhabited by ghosts.

I am the crow that junkyard dogs howl at
As they run away in terror from the paleness
Of my face
For they know the truth: I am no ordinary crow.

I am the crow that love glances at
In midnight pools of moonlight
Screaming it's horror into my eyes
And crushing my still beating raven black heart.

For love alone knows above all things
That flee from me: This crow is not of this world
Does not belong, is not wanted here
And never shall be.



©by Voo
March 25, 06 12:46 p.m.



For Mark
whose creative face you see on this page


wonderful soundtrack that goes with it


Birth of a Legend
play while reading poem