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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

BEAUTIFUL IN LOVE




Beautiful In Love



He makes me feel like a woman 
When he smiles 
I am enveloped in warm honey and moon glow 
I am bathed in sunshine and sweetness 
And I am so glad to be alive. 

He sees me like I'm beautiful 
And always has 
Even though I know I am not fair 
Or fine or lovely as the girls he painted 
On the canvases of his youth. 

He shines me like a diamond 
With his artist's hands 
Outlining my features with his fingertips, 
My mouth, with the curve of his thumb 
I am subtly, and permanently, imprinted. 

He holds me like a treasure 
As though I were fragile 
And I let him think I am 
For my strength would only make him feel 
His weakness. 

Oh, but when he touches me 
In the darkness! 
In the cocoon of love he spins there 
Dancing to the music of my joy 
Flying as one, on a single pair of wings. 

Without light, I forget his eyes are blind 
And cannot look upon my face 
Cannot see the sunrise, or the setting, 
The full moon hanging in the sky, or storm clouds
Unless he sees them through my seeing tongue.

He gives me more than I can give to him 
Because my eyes are full of life 
And his are full of memory and of wonder 
Gifts he finds, on the midnight paths he walks 
With sharpened senses I will never know. 

He's painted all my sorrows now with beauty 
In tender shades of love and light, 
Traced my heartbreak with knowing hands 
Until it disappeared 
And cast it far into a hidden sea. 

The world he paints for me 
Is more magical than the one he remembers
When his eyes were whole and unwounded 
And his brush yielded poetry to hang on the walls 
In a world that could not be framed. 

I did not know how blind I was 
Until he found me and showed me the light 
That love only illumines in a life that's gone dark 
I did not know that my unlovely face 
Could look back from a portrait, and be beautiful in love. 

He makes me feel like a woman 
When he smiles 
And when I tease him with silence, he reaches out, 
Touches my lips, my heart, my soul 
And sees the sun shining on my face. 



  

©by Voo 
July 29, 09 
7:43 p.m.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

YELLOW BIRD



Monday, April 10, 2017

PIANO, PLAY ME

          
             Piano,  Play Me


            Piano, play me
            With wordless tune
            Through breezeless desert
            And 'round the moon.

            Piano, play me
            On black and white
            Pale ivory chords
            That gleam in night.

            Piano, play me
            Forgotten songs
            Like footprints, written
            To guide me on.

            Oh, let me hear
            Your thunderous roar
            Your soft, sweet ebb
            Upon the shore.

            Like starlight falling
            From skies above
            Raise me up high
            To fall in love.

            Your keys have glory
            And notes of gold
            Soothe newborn tantrums
            And hearts grown old.

            How many masters
            Composed and wept
            Upon your keyboards
            While dreamers slept.

            Piano, play me
            Let me draw near
            To music's kingdom   
            Within my ear.

            Piano, play me
            Like rain falls down
            In hands of rapture
            Oh, let me drown.


   ©By Voo
   May 3, 09
7:08 pm

 

NO SILENT BELLS














No Silent Bells
 
 
 
It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in us that cries out for recognition,
For acknowledgement, for fame, whatever fame might be.

It is hard to fade away into oblivion
When everything in us is screaming for validation
And we are consumed by the fear of our unworth.

It is hard to kick against the thorns
Jesus said to Paul
As he walked to Damascus with his eyes full of pride.

It is hard to be a human being
Here in a world full of money and machine
While every day in every way, they take away our humanity.

It is hard to love outside ourselves
When inside our inner souls, voices cry out
Needing forgiveness and finding little within our own hearts.

It is hard, it is hard, it is so damned hard
And yet, we stumble on because we must
For if we do not try, then what can living mean?

There must be someone here to ring the bells
When the world has drowned in sorrow
And the survivors hide in shadow as tomorrow turns to gray.

The bells in shattered belfries wait
For us to climb, for us to strive, for us to reach
To ring out our departures and the arrivals of new life.

It is hard to leave this world quietly
There is something in goodbye that tastes of terror
And as I die, I ring this bell in fervent hope, that someone out there hears.

Can you hear me?
Can you hear the.....bells.....?
Promise me they will never go silent, promise me
That you will take my place........







 
 
 















©by Voo
Feb 20, 10
10:33 p.m.


Bell ringing

Sunday, April 9, 2017

SAFE FROM IRONY





Safe From Irony




I'm sick of love, I need it so
It tries to stay, I make it go
It flings itself down at my feet
And gags me on it's taste so sweet.

I'm tired of dying, I want to live
I can't take anymore, I want to give
I cannot sleep nor close my lids
Don't wake me now, you never did.

If I could walk, I'd walk so far
Or drive myself there in your car
If I could fly, I'd fly to God
But I'm a dead man, made of sod.

Ironic things, ironic thoughts 
They don't come free, they must be bought
And bought with diamonds encased in gold
Exchanged and bartered by the soul.

The nights are days, the days are nights
And in our terrors we delight
The days are dark and fads that fade
And passed in secret masquerade.

You say you love me but you don't
You want to love me but I won't
I run in circles cloaked in woe
I'm sick of love, I need it so.

©by Voo
Jan 14, 2007 
10:48 p.m.