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Sunday, September 10, 2017

SURPRISES AT MIDNIGHT




Surprises at Midnight



Get dressed, you said, in the sexiest thing you own
Throw on a coat and follow these words, alone
I've laid down a pretty paper roses trail
And where it leads you to, your eyes will tell
So I, in wonder, did just as he asked
For I was titillated by the task.

I hurried down the stairs and to the street
And the night was full of mystery and heat
I saw the pieces of paper shining there
Down the street, the pier and to the Square
I followed them until I came to rest
In an alley way, my heart pounding in my chest.

I looked around to see what I could see
And all I saw was a curiosity 
A cardboard cut-out of a handsome man
Standing there with roses in his hand.

I sighed and turned to go from that dark place
And then he peeked around the cardboard face
"Hello, my love!" he grinned, "What a surprise!"
And I hit him with a pie between the eyes.


















©by Voo
March 18, 20017
6:29 p.m.
for you know who


Monday, September 4, 2017

I Don't Mind





I don't mind



I don't mind the tears
I just hate all the crying


I don't mind being dead
I just hate all the dying.






©Voo
Sept 3, 2017
8:48 p.m.



You There song


Sunday, September 3, 2017

EVERY ONE LEAVES ME BEHIND






Every One Leaves Me Behind




Constant, perpetually, always
Words that describe my grief
And bitterest sorrow

Words that rake across my heart
Like ice cold wind
On a howling December dawn

I hate those words
I hate the way the meanings changed
When all the love left my world

I hate the way my soul broke
And memories became torture devices
Instead of sunny days

Eternally, everlasting, evermore
Words that use to be valentine cards
And not a diagnosis of my pain

Words that fill me with despair
And not the joy they once did
When I knew what joy could be

I hate the way my head hurts
When I think of everlasting agony
Without a hand to soothe my brow

I hate it.  I hate it!  I hate this...........
Loneliness without end and
Days filled up with emptiness

Nothing means anything anymore
Not even nothing
When there used to be nothing that I wouldn't
Do for love

Now there's no love to do anything for
Not in my life, not in my mind
Love has departed holding hands with hope
Perpetually slamming it's door in my face......

Gone where all the good things go
Things I never could hold on to
Even if I found them outside of a dream
Whether it's true or just in my mind........
Everyone leaves me behind.



© by Voo
Aug 28, 2017
2:11 a.m.






Wednesday, August 30, 2017

IN THE FOREST OF THE FULL MOON




              in the forest of the full moon


slipping my tiny hand into yours,
I felt your big hand close around it
and you smiled down into my eyes 
and sparkled like a beautiful diamond
for a moment in the growing darkness.....
and I felt so safe.

It felt as though I had known you forever....
you were so kind, so thoughtful
so warm, so all knowing and powerful
like the daddy I never had, like the brother I always wanted,
like the friend  I never knew
like the lover of my soul they always told me would come my way.

you made me laugh, you made me hope, you made me trust
meeting you was like the fairy tale come true,
the three wishes granted,
the waking to find the dream was real..........
I couldn't smile big enough.

we walked and talked all through the day,
stopping for treats and tea and flowers picked 
and rainbow watching and running in the rain
so wonderful a world I had never known! 

the people looked at us as we walked side by side, hand in hand
and they smiled upon us as if bestowing us with honor 
due a princess and a king...........
and I glowed in the basking of the love
and let it heal my wounded heart.

toward evening, I asked you where you were taking me 
and you patted my little shoulder and softly said.....
somewhere where you'll be safe, where you'll be cared for 
and wanted and loved forever and ever
and never be afraid.

those words caressed my mind with tenderness
and I sighed a sigh of relief and thanks that at last
the orphan in me had found a loving home......
we walked on and the familiar gave way to strange landscapes
and the day slipped down into fiery sunset 
and hurried on it's way into the dark.

at the edge of the forest, I felt a tinge of fear within me
but brushed it off as your hand pressed mine in reassurance 
and I saw your white teeth gleaming in a loving smile.........
everything will be alright, you promised and I nodded, 
trusting in your words and loving you with everything in me
because you loved me....
the lost and unloved child of the streets and earth 
and fatherless/motherless family.

promise? I asked so quietly I could hardly hear myself
and you said, promise!
and I let you take me into that dark wood
with it's thousand trees and thousand birds and thousand eyes 
that suddenly stopped their rushing and went silent as a stone.

I heard you breathing, fast and faster 
and felt the pulse in your hand speed up and race so furiously 
that I pulled my hand from yours in confusion
and you made a sound that I had never heard before.

quick as a flash, the moon came up 

and sped high into the sky before my face
and lit up the ground on which we stood,
showing the brook nearby rushing over large and tiny shards of rock
and the trees that appeared to me to be like castles, 
huge and overshadowing the two of us, so tiny in their sight.

taking in the scene, I looked for some semblance of a house
or home or tent or arbor, some place welcoming 
and warm with fire and sheltering from wind and woe
is this where we're going? I asked..........puzzled 
and turned to search your face now turned from mine 
and hidden in a shadow I could not penetrate with my unadjusted eyes.

yessssssss.... you whispered in a voice not yours,
not warm, not kind, not known, not.....human
and there in moonlight, bright as day,
with clouds circling it's rocky roundness 
and birds as quiet as whispers and night as still as death.........
my cherished friend, my new found love, my hero and protector 
became a beast.

a changeling, huge and evil and terrible in it's face and form
a nightmare come to life with ravening mouth 
and eyes full of horrible, man-less hunger
I could not move. I stood and stared.........
and then I shed a tear and put out my hand, my little hand 
that moments ago had held yours in blissful friendship.

and you took it...and crushed it.........
threw back your head and howled an endless screaming howl
no trace of the man there any longer.........
and without one word of apology or warning,
you devoured me and my trusting heart
threw my bones into the brook and ran into the darkness growling.

and here I stay unto this day, a child ever remaining
my spirit haunted and haunting the place of my betrayal, forever
in the forest of the full moon
watching and waiting for your return.........
bringing other trusting children to their dark despair and lonely ends

smiling that gleaming smile.......
and holding their little hands in yours.











©by voo 
Aug 6, 2005 
7:47 p.m.

for all the abused...and trusting victims of monsters, human and otherwise

Friday, August 25, 2017

THE PERMANENT SCAR




                                           





The Permanent Scar




Divorce.......
What an evil, cold-blooded word
I wonder who originated it?
I wonder what slimy pit of lowest hell
It crawled it's way from
With that wicked, sickening grin
Upon it's face?

I think I know.......
I think I comprehend all too well
The day divorce was born
And thrust upon a world
That until then, had known only joy
Harmony, unity and true love:
The day Lucifer shook his fist in God's face.

Man was meant......
To have his mate, his helper
His companion through life's journeys
His lover, his friend, his partner, his muse
Man was alone
In a garden full of couples
Until he was torn apart and then made whole.

How lonely......
Is this world full of strangers now
Strangers that used to be friends
Friends who used to be lovers
Lovers who used to be partners
Partners who used to be mates
Mates who used to be married.

All strangers now......
Estranged and hating
Bitter, broken, bruised and bleeding
In places no one can heal
No matter how many times we plead
Or pray or give ourselves to others
Who will only wound us deeper.

Divorce is just a band-aid .....
Casually displayed on the shelves
Of convenience stores
Down the street from the wedding chapels
With their flashing neon signs
Enticing you to make the commitment:
Tomorrow you can undo it!

But see the zombies.......
Walking the streets
After divorce court?
Hearts torn out and big dead eyes
All dark and hollow and full of dreams
That will never come true?
Divorce is worse than death. Worse than death.

With death comes.......
A kind of peace
Not this cruel rejection that says:
You are no longer a part of me!
You are not worthy of my affection!
You are despised and scorned and unwanted
I never loved you!!

How God's heart......
Must break for the forsaken
The cast-away, the bereft soul
Lying in the street of rejection like refuse
The shattered families who will never be mended
Never know security, never know the comfort
Of a hand in hand again.

I suppose if anyone......
Could understand divorce
It would be Him
He, who was rejected by the very vessel
He formed there on the potter's wheel
By the very people He birthed to love Him
By the very world He holds in the palm of His hand.

Scars are usually permanent......
Even when the wounds have long healed
They remain, a constant reminder
Of what we have endured, what we have lived for
Would have walked into hell for
With love shining brightly on our faces
Knowing that for love, we would do it all over again.





              
















©by Voo
Oct 5, 07
1:24 a.m.