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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

SHAPESHIFTER





Shape Shifter

I am a gentle man, you said
and kissed my hand, raising your eyes
in the process to meet mine
in the candlelight
Promise? I queried and withdrew 
My hand from your tightening grasp
I wouldn't hurt a fly, you answered
And certainly not the heart
Of a fair lady
And I believed you and went tumbling
Down into the spell you cast
The web you wove
The love I needed so badly
For days on end and nights
Forever
Falling for you and your lies
And then the spell was broken
And the web began to strangle
True colors came to light
And cruelty took the place 
Of tenderness
I saw the true you in full sunlight
One day as you shape shifted
From knight to ogre and reached
Out to crush my soul in your hand
You sneered at my fear and laughed
At my pain
You sir, are no gentleman.
You sir, are no gentle man.
You sir, are no man.


©by Voo
Jan 10, 2005
 8 p.m.

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

WHAT WAS CAN BE AGAIN



What Was Can Be Again....................
                            



The past is dead but still alive in it's haunting, lingering way
We see tomorrow coming up while it is yet today
We think of things that we must do and things we should have done
And groan to think of work and toil when we could be having fun.

The little boy becomes a man, the man becomes a boy
Sitting in his rocking chair, bereft of childhood's toys
The little girl becomes a mother with children of her own
And then they leave to parents be and leave her all alone.

Cause and effect, response, react, reflexes unaware
We huddle closer to our heart to find some comfort there
The memories quiet in our minds till called to take us back
To happier days where we try to stay till the present's whip is cracked.

The days when we were beautiful, the days when we were loved
We treat those photographs like gold and hold them with kid gloves
We tell ourselves those days were real and these are but a dream
And sadly look in aging eyes knowing we 're not what we seem.

The lovers in us yearn for love, the singers, for the song
The painters long for palettes full and murals ten miles long
The teachers in us need to teach the lessons that we know
Could help the young still having fun to spare them from our woe.

But lessons learned must come from life and pain and joy and sorrow
We cannot hold to yesterday grasping for tomorrow
We cannot keep what pulled itself from our tightly clenching hands
They must be empty of all that was......... so that it can be again.


©By Voo
August 27, 2005
2 a.m.

BLACK LIKE THE NIIGHT




Black Like The Night
.
.
She wore black like the night
Downtown in that little dive of darkness
I watched her from my bar stool;
Nursing my beer and my recently shattered, manly pride.
.
Somehow, I couldn’t see her in a place like this
She looked mythical, like a creature rising from a song
Long, black hair and eyes like midnight;
I wanted to fall into them but I held back.
.
I wondered if she was a spell caster
Or evil masquerading as sweetness
We stared across the dim lit noisy room;
Until my soul could no longer resist.
.
I wanted to buy her champagne
But they didn’t have any
I wanted to take her for a walk on the moon;
But I knew she’d already been there.
.
When I came to myself, night was fading
I was in the middle of a dream at the edge of the world
I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the water;
Beckoning me with music in her fingers.
.
Her smile was like honey, but it was not warm
Still, I starved for her and reached out as I stood
I heard a murmur as I stumbled in the dark trees;
But no matter how hard I reached, I could not touch her.
.
She was an angel, she was a demon
She was a siren and a premeditated crime
Taunting me with whispers till I ran screaming;
I fell into the black water and plunged to my despair.
.
But that was then and this is now
Now I sit on a different bar stool in a different dive
It’s midnight and I have no pride left in me at all;
And there she is, wearing black, and shining like a promise.
.
She beckons me and I follow, as she knows I will
As I do when the madness calls and I am lost
She carries the keys to my desperation;
And she always finds me.
.
.




















©By Voo
August 1, 08
five after midnight




Monday, October 23, 2017

THE RAIN MAN DANCES one of my scariest writes








The Rain Man Dances



and the rain man dances on the dark divide
of heaven and hell, beckons me inside
and I run but stop at his grinning face
there in the dark and gleaming space
of death and dream, found then but lost
there at the foot of the unfound cross.
               
               
the black skies darken, if indeed they can
to hide the shadow of a shattered man
but in the flashing of a lightning bolt
I see what's left of my last last hope
a pale hand reaches to touch my face
to pour on me it's soothing grace.
      

pushes back my hair and pats my cheek
and fills my mouth with something sweet
I swallow hard and wipe my eyes
then look in stunned and sad surprise
to see the rain man dancing still
as the cold rain falls and melts my will.
     

the desert of my soul has drowned
my cries imprisoned in a well of sound
the rain man stops his dance of death
as thunder roars and grabs my breath
and down we go on paths of pain
to eternal desert and no more rain.


  
the iron gate shuts and the lights grow dim
on my voiceless prayer and my wordless hymn
I fall in the nightmare where the lost ones reside
and the rain man dances on the dark divide.

               




         
scary soundtrack for poem
this music adds so very much to the read.....




©by Voo
Jan 21, 05 4:42 p.m.
based on a nightmare




Saturday, October 21, 2017

FUGITIVE FROM LOVE

 


Fugitive From Love

(a modern day outlaw tale with no happy ending)


I am a fugitive from love
I’ve been on the run for years
I’ve been shot down by heart break bullets
My eyes shed blood red tears.

I am a fugitive from love
Afraid of that lovin’ stuff
Don’t want no fancy free liaisons
No one night romance fluff.

I am a fugitive from love
I only move at night
When love shines it’s light down on me
I keep out of sight.

I am an outlaw running free
I live by no one’s rules
I believe no lies so don’t even try
For I am no longer a fool.

That man, he broke my baby heart
He took away my soul
So I became a fugitive
Hiding in the cold.

(And now you think that you can arrest me
You’re surprised when I resist)
Put on these handcuffs, you say to me
And I’ll lock them with a kiss.

You’ll never take me alive, I say
You’ll never make me stay
I am a fugitive from love
And I will run away.

You shook me by my shoulders
So rigid with pride yet soft
And you said, You’re talking crazy, girl
Baby, that’s crazy talk.

But crazy or no, I will not go
Be led away in chains
You tell me love is getting healed
But all I see is pain.

But I let you persuade me a little
I relented and resigned to my fate
I forgot to forget for a minute
But as you slept, I crept out and escaped.

And I ran and I ran and I ran
Through the night and the stars and the rain
And I cried and I cried and I cried
As I caught that southbound train.

I am a fugitive from love
A woman, scarred and torn
An innocent victim of the pain
That simply can’t be borne.

It hunts me like a prisoner
Though I have committed no crime
It convicts me in the court of love
But I will serve no time.

I am a fugitive from love
An outlaw running free
So skilled am I, don’t even try
You cannot capture me.

You cannot capture me
You cannot capture me
I am a fugitive from love
And you cannot capture me.















©by Voo
Feb 16, 2004




secret garden by Bruce Springsteen
goes perfectly with poem