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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

LET THAT DEVIL BE








let that devil be





perpetrating storm
she lied with sunshine
flattering with a look
that belied her cold disdain


patronizing innocence
she became my heart's betrayer
falling in with clear skies
she became my drowning rain


truth was not one of her gifts
nor was it in her nature
sincerity's beguiling dance
a trap I dropped into


 red rose scent upon her skin
it hid the smell of danger
luscious lips and snake skinned hips
and dark clouds in the blue


seducing like a sideshow
in the eyes of curiosity
in the latter days of childhood
before the boy became the man


I threw my money at her feet
and entered at her bidding
left my soul at her front door
and I've not seen it again


flashing pretty darkness
the morning fled forever
redemption's promise blazed and burned
and the rays of sun were gone

swallowing me like a sugary treat
she wiped her hands and mouth
threw me in with a thousand men
and her lair became my home


perpetrating storm
she lied with sunshine
her hands of sin are never full
and now they're holding me


if you should hear her honeyed voice
don't listen to her calling
turn your ears from her sweet song
and let that devil be.





©by Voo
Sept 24, 10
2:36 a.m.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Randy McQuay // "Feels Like Rain" // LIVE




One of the sweetest, nicest people I ever met and one of the most versatile, gifted singers and musicians singing one of my favorite songs. If you ever get the chance to see him in person, take it!

RAIN MAKER




One of my old homemade videos that I love..............music by Keb Mo

GOSSAMER CHAINS






Gossamer Chains


Perfume lingered
Like a wisp of memory
In an aged mind.

A whisper
Spoken from yellowed pages,
Beamed like sun
And fell into darkness.

It was…
A distant dream,
An unfed hunger,
And a knife that glittered with a thousand blades.

Caught in cobwebs,
Of silver spinning, gossamer chains
And a perjured heart.

Dust covered
And love denied,
The room stood still
And did not breathe.

Tinkling keys
Of piano, haunted
With fragmented song
Sweeping the air like the sea, the shore.

Windows dressed
In ancient lace
With no face smiling
Behind the glass.

It was….
Beautiful, like birth
And terrible, like death.

Angels
Did not walk there
Nor did they visit,
For it was unhallowed ground.

Only he
Would dare the door
And turn the key.

Only he,
Of shattered soul
And broken mind
Would enter that sad room.

Standing lost
In strands of dust
And shells of spiders.

The sun
Would hit his face
And shine him
Back to yesterday.

In the middle
Of the floor, he stops
And listens to the whispers.

Smells the fragrance
Settled there
That surrounds him
Like soft arms.

So quiet
So unearthly quiet……
And no sob can disturb it.

The silk dress lying
On the bed,
The shoes, the purse,
The strings of pearls.

Waiting,
Wanting to be worn
Longing to be touched.

But he cannot bear
The sight of them
And backs away
To close the door.

Leaning once more
Without strength
As the key turns in the lock.

I ask him
Why he locks the door
Why he still lives
In this house.

Why he doesn’t
Burn it down
And run away forever?

Don’t you know? he always says
In a voice as thin as paper
Don’t you know, beloved one
That I’ll never let you go?

And so he doesn’t
And so I stay
Within the walls, behind the door.

Red wallpaper roses,
Faded to pink
Cover my face, conceal every trace
Of the girl who once loved the man with the key.

The man,
Who took my life from me
The man who’s more dead
Than I’ll ever be.





©by Voo
Sept 15, 2011
11:24 p.m.



LOST AT SEA



















LOST AT SEA 



I looked for you again today
Out on the sea down by the bay
I called your name into the sky
But only storm clouds passed me by.


The ships had come from journeys long
To bring their sailors back to home
To bring the weary home from sea
But there was no one there for me.


I gathered roses red and sweet
To make a carpet for your feet
I wrote a song to sing aloud
But could not find you in the crowd.


I walked for hours on the shore
Till I could see the sea no more
I watched the sunset turned to blood
And drown in midnight's darkened flood.


My roses wilted in my hands
And scattered there upon the sands
As tears afresh sprang from my eyes
I shook to clear my head of lies.


And turned for home, that lonely place
Devoid of love and of your face
That sailor's face who loves the sea
Who loves it so much more than me.

       

                    
                                





















©by Voo
March 7, 2005
2 a.m.
painting by Winslow Homer

 



 SHIPWRECKED BY SHANE ALEXANDER

    The song that inspired the poem