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Monday, October 22, 2018

IS IT RAINING WHERE YOU ARE??





Is It Raining Where You Are?


Is it raining where you are, I wonder
Are those sky tears running down your panes
Leaving silver tracks on all the windows?
Are you standing there watching your breath
Fog up the glass as it thunders
And can you see my reflection in the flashes?
I can see yours
It's there beside mine on the window
Just a shadow, but you, in all your ghostly glory
You, as you were when you loved me
And me, as I was when I was loved
I see us still together every time it rains
But just for tonight, I'll not turn around
To see the empty space that fills this room
I'll trace the palm print on the window
Lay my hand inside it until it melts away in morning
And though I know better than to believe in memory
I'll pretend it's yours.



©By Voo
March 25, 2009
11:43 p.m.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

THE SMILING DAYS ARE SOON TO COME




The Smiling Days Are Soon to Come



How sad is life, even in it's beauty
To travel all alone
How dark are days, even in sunshine
To share a smile with no one......................

For every creature, no matter how low
Should somehow find it's mate
The universe is set up that way
Call it God or Fate

Every hand has it's perfect fit
Every mouth, it's kiss
Every heart has it's nestled home
And every soul, it's bliss.

And those that find that hand to hold
And those that taste that kiss
Their hearts will know the joy of life
For life is made for this

And if you don't, what then is life?
What joy will fill your seas?
Your lips will hunger for that kiss
Your mouth will fill with pleas

I used to walk a withered earth
Soul bound to loveless death
Until I saw your shining face
And my lungs filled up with breath

I used to cry in midnight's bed
Till tears soaked every cover
I used to search the world in vain
Looking for my lover

And then the light broke through the dark
And tears dried instantly
Your hand pushed back that thorny hedge
And you reached out to me

I cannot say I'm not afraid
For I've been afraid so long
To trust another searching soul
Who tomorrow may be gone

I haven't smiled in such a while
I haven't felt sweet joy
My eyes, downcast, have met no others
For fear, not being coy

But give me time and we may find
That our hearts have found their home
For my hungry heart is telling me
That the smiling days are soon to come.



©by Voo
Oct 21, 2018
11:17 p.m.



Tuesday, May 15, 2018

DANGEROUS





DANGEROUS


COMING AT ME LIKE THE WIND
YOUR EYES BLOW ME AWAY LIKE STORM
BURN ME LIKE FIRE
DRENCH ME LIKE RAIN
TOUCH ME LIKE PAIN
COVER ME LIKE DARKNESS

I RUN IN CIRCLES PUPPET- LIKE
WITH WEAKENED FEET AND
HOPEFUL HEART
WAITING FOR EMBRACE AND TOUCH
OF YOUR TWO HANDS OUTSTRETCHED TO ME

APPARITION OR MAN, I DO NOT KNOW
I DO NOT KNOW NOR DO I CARE
MAD WITH LONGING, I WEEP FOR YOU
IN DUSTY ROOMS FULL OF GHOSTLY WISPS OF MUSIC
FROM PIANOS UPRIGHT AND UNTOUCHED
BY MORTAL FINGERS AND SUNLIGHT OF DAY

I ONLY KNOW I NEED YOU
AND THAT YOU ARE DANGEROUS TO ME
I ONLY KNOW THAT YOUR EYES ARE DEEP AND DARK
AND THAT, IF GIVEN THE CHANCE
I WILL FALL FOREVER IN THEIR DEPTHS
OBSESSED MAD CREATURE THAT I AM
FOREVER LOVING THE FALL
AND GIVING MYSELF
TO THE DANGER.



©BY VOO
December 2, 2005 7:00 p.m.



Thursday, April 5, 2018

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE AND A PARROT

SO I MARRIED A PIRATE
                                                                AND A PARROT



                                I MARRIED ME A PIRATE
                                A BIG AND BRISTLY MAN
                                HE SAILS THE SEVEN SEAS ALL YEAR
                                AND COMES HOME WHEN HE CAN.

                                HE LIKES THE SALTY SEAS, YOU SEE
                                HE LIKES THE OCEAN'S ROAR
                                BUT ME, I LIKE IT FINE, SO FINE
                                WHEN HE WALKS OUT THE DOOR.

                                OUR OLDEST CHILD IS TWENTY-SEVEN
                                THE YOUNGEST BABE IS TWO
                                AND ALL OF THEM HAVE DARK BROWN EYES
                                AND THE PIRATE'S EYES ARE BLUE.

                                I'VE ONLY SEEN HIM SEVEN TIMES
                                IN THE DECADES I'VE BEEN HIS WIFE
                                HE'S ALWAYS OFF ON PILLAGES 
                                (HE LEADS A STRESSFUL LIFE.)

                                THE WORK IS HARD, THE PAY IS LOW
                                AND AT LAST WHEN HE SAILS IN
                               HE DOES NOT ASK WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO
                                AND I DON'T ASK WHERE HE'S BEEN.

                                THE MAN, HE ONLY HAS ONE EYE
                                AND FOR A HAND, A HOOK
                                HE LOST A LEG AND FOUND A PARROT
                                THAT HELPS HIM LIMP AND LOOK.

                                THE PARROT GOES TO BED WITH HIM
                                AND ON HIS SHOULDER SITS
                                AND IF I ASK HIM TO REMOVE THE BIRD
                                HE THROWS SOME AWFUL FITS.

                                BUT HE BRINGS ME LITTLE TRINKETS
                                FROM ALL HIS ROBBERIES
                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME SOLID GOLD
                                ONE TIME HE BROUGHT ME FLEAS.

                                HE'S NOT SO MUCH TO LOOK AT
                                HE'S STAINED LIKE CHIMNEY SOOT
                                BUT FOR THE FRONT DOOR, I HAD A MAT MADE
                                THAT SAYS, PLEASE WIPE YOUR FOOT.

                                HE SEEMED TO BE REAL PLEASED WITH THAT
                                AND BEAMED BRIGHTLY LIKE A STAR 
                                BUT I WAS GLAD TO SEE HIM GO
                                AND I HOPE THAT HE'LL GO FAR.

                                MY CHILDREN ALL ARE HAPPY TO MEET HIM
                                WHEN THE PIRATE SAILS TO SHORE
                                HE NEVER NOTICES WHEN HE COMES HOME
                                THAT THERE ARE SEVEN MORE.

                                HE SAYS HE'S GOING TO SOON RETIRE
                                CAUSE HIS CREW GIVES HIM THE BLUES
                                HE SAYS HIS DREAM IS TO SAVE ENOUGH
                                TO TAKE ME ON A CRUISE.

                                BUT I'LL STAY ON THE SAND, THANK YOU
                                THOUGH HE TELLS ME I AM NUTS
                                AND I WAVE GOODBYE TO HIM AND HIS PARROT
                                (LORD, I HATE THAT PARROT'S GUTS.)

                                BRING ME SOMETHING PRETTY, I YELL
                                JUST LIKE I ALWAYS DO
                                SOME GOLD OR SILVER OR MAYBE SOME PEARLS
                               AND I'LL MAKE A NEW CHILD FOR YOU.




©BY VOO           SOMETIME IN THE RECENT PAST




















Saturday, March 24, 2018

WALTZING ON THE MOON



Waltzing On The Moon



Your hand around my waist, I glide
Like silver on the stars
I drink the liquid love I see
In your eyes bright and unmarred
By tragedy and life's heart storms
By tales of gloom and doom
But tears of joy are spilling there
As you dance me to the moon.


And though this night will end in day
And magic will be gone
We'll waltz on moonbeams till it comes
And spend the night in song
My love and I in love's embrace
Like royalty of old
Climbing stairways made of jewels
And pathways made of gold.


Your hand in mine, my treasure sought
A lifetime's goal in sight
All memory of sadness fades
This shining happy night
We wear our love likes crowns of sun
And hum our wordless tune
And hand in hand we dance till dawn
Still waltzing on the moon.



©by Voo
September 16, 2006
 9:44 p.m.