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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

THE SILENT DARK




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The Silent Dark


The silent dark calls my name
Without words, in whispers
That caress like a hundred feathers
Silky and teasingly 
In the hands of a lover who lives
To indulge himself in the taunting of my flesh.

It is too dark to see the face of he
Whom my soul loves
But I know he is there, waiting
For my eyes to catch the glimmer of his own
And run barefoot through cool wet grass
To enter the shelter of his arms.

It is in darkness that he resides
In darkness that he dwells alone
Chanting my name like a holy man
Hidden away in a sacred place that only he knows.

I cannot hear him in the morning
Nor at noon time when the sun is high
And life revolves like the Earth does
In it's never ending orbital dance.

It is at midnight, in the silent dark
That the call rings like a bell in my ears
And quickens the beating of my heart
Like the pounding of a horse's hooves.

I cannot see the path but I find my way
Led by love and the glow of his heart
That only I can see there in his chest
His aura shining like an angel's borrowed halo.

As his arms close 'round me, I sigh, content
And the darkness enfolds us like a blanket
And covers and shields us from prying eyes
Eyes who seek to take what is not theirs to take.

It is only then, within arms entwined
That we feel safe and complete, whole
Like a puzzle seeking for missing pieces
And finding those pieces at last.

The silence is as beautiful as the darkness
A song in and of itself
To be sung by the chosen few who know of it's treasures
Who dare to explore without light the depth of it's delights.

We are creatures of the night, my love and I
And we love what we find there
We fear nothing except to be apart, knowing that cannot be
For we are one in every fiber of our beings, counterparts.

The voice of darkness bids us come and we obey
Running like children down paths that protect
And silver streets that no eyes see but ours
It is our world, our place, our home.

When morning comes, we slip back into shadow
And we wait until the first star blinks on in the sky
It is our alarm clock, our inkling that another night approaches
And in anticipation, we listen for the call to come
From beyond the silent dark.





©by Voo
June 18, 2019
6 a.m.




Tuesday, June 11, 2019

WARRIORS OF THE WAY EPISODE 3



WARRIORS OF THE WAY

EPISODE THREE
DAY BREAKS ON A HARDENED HEART

                                              




     The sun fell out of the sky like a dying bird and crashed into the west with a sudden darkness that chilled me to the bone. I arranged my belongings around me and threw a blanket down upon the grass under a low hanging tree that provided a sort of shelter. Pulling off my knee high boots, I threw them onto the jumble of assorted treasures that had traveled with me for seeming decades now and rubbed away the pain in my toes. I ran a hand through my long dark mass of curls and caught it in a tangle. Thinking I should do something about it, I looked into a deerskin bag for a brush and then threw it aside violently. "Who cares?" I asked the growing darkness. "I don't care! There is no one here to care anymore!"

 Loneliness gripped my heart and I threw myself down upon the blanket and covered myself with another and fell into a dreamless sleep that seemed to last for days and yet only for minutes. My last thought before sleep had been, "Let this day be only a dream!" But that wish was not to be granted. A strange and beautiful white bird awakened me with an eerie song as it sat in the tree opposite mine and watched me warily with unreadable eyes. I lay there not moving and watched it watching me until it suddenly took flight and seemed to wave back at me in an approving farewell gesture.
 I frowned and hid a smile behind my hand and turned my head as though I had not seen. I didn't want to smile. I did not plan to ever smile again. Smiling belonged to yesterday and Starshine and with the wilding joy of childhood. Today was another day. Today I would become the warrior I had been trained to be, determined and hardened and heartless! (That was the plan anyway.) 

    Looking down at the sparkling water in the brook, I dipped my fingers to test it's warmth and quickly decided a bath was in order. Slipping off my garments, I plunged into it's cool depth, gasped and swam swiftly to the other side to acclimate my body. Pearl white stones lay all along the bottom of the stream and I dove down and collected a few and brought them to the surface. Like fragile bird's eggs, they were and cool and soothing to the touch. I had never seen the like. What strange stones!

 I hurried out of the water and threw them down upon the blanket and reached for the fragrant soap I had purchased somewhere along my travels. Washing my hair, I remembered the woman who had cared for me as a child and spoke to me oft times in a foreign tongue that I could not understand but always her soft voice had comforted me and made me long for my mother.

     I stood for a few moments in the sun on the banks of the brook and let the breeze dry away the drops of water. It never occurred to me that anyone might see me. I had not seen another human for many days nor did I care to. People always seemed to stare at me with strange looks and shocked expressions. I never understood why. When I had asked my father, he said to me, "Because you are beautiful. And special and they love you." That explanation never satisfied me, neither did it make me question further because deep inside my heart I had always heard a voice that said softly to me, "Someday you will know." But that day had never come.

     I dressed quickly in fresh garments of soft deerskin and velvet, my preferred fabrics, not the preference of the royal house to which I was born but comfortable and luxurious to me. The deerskin tunic fell to my knees and was topped with a garnet cloak of velvet, hooded and tied about my throat. A garnet belt circled my waist and it's fringes came to the hem of the tunic. I pulled on my deerskin boots and the finger-less gloves that ran halfway to my shoulders. Brushing the tangles from my dark hair, I tied it up with strings of garnet and leather and let it fall down my back in uncontrollable curls. Starshine had loved to pull my hair when I had dared to walk in front of him and snorted in amusement when I protested and pulled his own black mane.

The memory of it brought tears to my eyes but I brushed them away and clasped my father's gift around my neck, the golden necklace that matched the golden circlets in my ears. I had worn it for so long that I felt bare without it and it's smoothness gave me solace. 




                                

     Sitting upon the blanket, I looked around me at the marvelous berries hanging from the vines and bushes and I grew hungry and my mouth watered at the sight. Breakfast beckoned, but first I sought to examine the pearl white stones I had collected at the bottom of the brook. I held three of them in my hands and turned them round and round then threw them up into the air in a juggling motion and let them fall down into my lap. "You're a child!" I told myself and threw them down upon the blanket in frustration.

 There was a cracking sound and I looked in amazement to see that two of them had been damaged. Picking them up, I saw that each stone had broken in half and hidden inside one half was an object so shiny and dazzling that it hurt my eyes. "What magic is this?" I muttered and attempted to look at the objects through my upheld fingers. My surroundings suddenly went silent. Not a sound was heard, not a bird's voice, not a wild beast's call. Silence. My hardened heart began to race in unknown fear and I knew without looking that someone stood behind me. I felt them there without so much as hearing a single footstep.

 It was a feeling of great....evil. I felt it watching me, willing me to pick up the broken white stones and remove the brilliant things inside them. It was almost too much to bear. I struggled with the strange manipulation and fought against it as hard as I could, thinking that I must. I must!


     And so I did and the moment passed and the silence silently melted away into the morning. Noise rushed my ears then, noise of the wild and of the world and of the life I no longer felt a part of. I held my breath and waited for the watcher to return but it did not. Instead, I heard a twig snap and a footstep and a branch pulled back and to my utter horror, heard a voice, musical and low and oddly familiar. And the voice said "Magic indeed!"






Continued in Episode 4



https://bluevineyard.blogspot.com/2017/04/warriors-of-way-episode-four-man-with.html

Monday, June 10, 2019

WARRIORS OF THE WAY EPISODE 5


WARRIORS OF THE WAY
EPISODE FIVE

STRANGER'S STEW







     A roar of thunder woke me from my slumber, not a slumber really, but more an exit from consciousness. I stirred, disoriented and unsure of anything only to find myself in yet another strange location. This time I was bundled up in blankets lying under a makeshift arbor of skins and branches and almost totally surrounded by odd looking but sturdy trees, wide of trunk with smooth bark that seemed to put forth a kind of pale light. I stretched my arms and touched the top of the tent, yawning like an infant, quietly as I could muster but loud enough to catch the attention of my companion.

 The man with sky-colored eyes was arranging logs and branches at the edge of the camp while keeping one eye on the fire and one eye on the rumbling skies. A pot of something delicious bubbled noisily over the fire and reminded my stomach that I had not yet partaken of food this day. My strength had not yet totally returned but I felt refreshed and if not in full, in part, restored to my sanity and well-being. Somewhere deep inside of me I kept wishfully thinking that the events of the last two days had not been real, could not be real and that soon I would wake up from a deep and feverish sleep and life would go on as always.

    As if reading my mind, the man looked in my direction and smiled "Oh, it's real, make no mistake about that." And when I reacted, he smiled again and said, "I know you must be hungry. Let us eat while the fire is still with us. The skies are desperate to release their furies and the rain will water down my famous stew." "Famous, eh?" I queried and shook my hair and tried to straighten my disheveled clothing. I threw back the blankets to find the night air chilly and full of the scent of rain.

 "Dost thou always carry strangers away without their permission?" The man was silent as he filled two bowls with stew and made his way to where I lay. With a teasing trace of smile he murmured as he handed me the food, "Tis hard to make a dead man walk." I nodded and tasted a spoonful of food, finding it indeed to my liking but hot, very hot. "Oh!" I cried as the stew seared my tongue and the man laughed and handed me a flask of water. "A thousand pardons, I beg thee. I should have warned you of it's warmth. It has been cooking for hours as I watched thee.... wander in thy...restlessness."

I looked at him to discern what he might mean but as I looked into his eyes, I could only see his eyes and forgot my reason for looking. "Oh." I said again and cooled my next spoonful before the bite. Then, "I am grateful, I am sure. For thy kindness...and the food....and the..watching....and..and the carrying." Rebuking myself, I concentrated upon the bowl of stew and my stomach rumbled happily.

     Finishing, I remembered the previous day's resolve and tried to make my face appear stern and indifferent. "Thou art a very strange man. How is it that I find myself in thy company? Art thou a Symbelon?" (meaning demon man of the house of Fallon.) The man chuckled and gathered up the bowls and stood to his feet. He thought for a moment and then scowled down at my fierce upturned face. "I might be. I very well might be. You cannot tell. And neither will I." And went away laughing.

     A peal of thunder broke across the sky and lightning, jagged and bright and close, lit up the camp and exposed the hidden recesses that enclosed us. There were many tall gray boulders around the area on the far side of the fire and near one of them I saw a beautiful silver horse in fancy garb eating his supper of grass. He raised his regal head at the flash of lightning and neighed a warning to the man. Then he disappeared behind the boulder where I assumed a shelter waited for him.
                                
 The sight of him made my heart ache for my Starshine and I lay back in the dark and steeled myself against remembering. I could not allow myself to wallow in self-pity if I were to become the warrior I had resolved to be. I must remain hard and detached, emotionless and mindful of the mission. I could not lose sight of that most of all, no matter what the losses or the heartache. Feeling stronger after the meal, I tried to remember everything I could, though memories were showing themselves only in tiny portions in my mind.

 Something shining.....glittering like diamonds...there..at the edge of my thoughts. What was it? When? The sensation of being taken away into a marvelous place against my will but unable to stop my feet from going forward. A door.....big as a mountain and beckoning....the handle fitting into my small hand as naturally as....what? What was it? Part of a dream? And what lay behind that gigantic door?

    The straining to remember made my headache and I brushed the images away as the first cold drops of rain began to fall. In moments the fire went out and the camp became dark except for the pale glow from the strange trees. The heavens opened up then and rained down on us in the raging strength of nature's glory. The night became alive. The arbor in which I lay was high up off the ground on a kind of rocky shelf and protected from the flow of water that rushed across the low-lying camp in torrents of icy silver. The horse called again and seemed to answer himself in his own tongue. "Odd." I thought and snuggled underneath the warm skins and blankets in my hiding place. I loved storms but was thankful that I was not lying in it's fury at my camp near the brook. The willow trees would not have provided the good shelter I had here. It was the perfect encampment when I thought of it. I felt safe and secure and well protected. But that was not of my own doing, I thought. That was because of the man. 

    Almost at the same moment that I thought of him, he rushed up to the shelter and threw himself over me and snuggled his wet body underneath the coverlets. I was amazed! "W..what dost thou think thou art doing?" I exclaimed and withdrew from him as far as the bunk would allow. I had not thought this out, surely, I said to myself and drew the blankets away from him and up to my chin in protest. "Not here! Thou cannot stay here this night!" I shouted above the din of thunder. He dried his long wet hair with the corner of a blanket and paid me no mind. Removing his weaponry, he placed them at his feet and pulled the blankets back to distribute them evenly.

 Then he looked at me in mild amusement. "And where wouldst thou have me stay, my Lady? This is my bed and shelter, thank you very much! And you are my guest. Here at my invitation. And it is the only place available...except for Redemption's haven. What would you have me do?" I did not know. I could only sputter in protest while coming up with no answer. Where else could he go? This was the only safe place from the storm. Perhaps it would soon end and he could go back to his campfire. I would be patient. And watchful. 

     I made a sort of dam between us with the blanket and lay back warily pretending that there was no man lying there beside me in the dark. I would sleep no more this day, I was certain. "Don't be afraid, little one." he whispered after a time, "I will not harm you. I know you find yourself in disagreeable and awkward company but this is something that you will live through in honor as you have survived many disagreeable things. Sleep well and good night." And with that, he turned his back and pulled the coverlet up to his ears and left me alone in my quandary. After many minutes, I relaxed enough to stretch out in comfort and let go of my trepidation. But for a very long time I could only lay there at the edge of my bed watching the storm and wondering how I came to find myself in this situation. I could only wonder.

 The sound of the man's soft breathing let me know that he was sleeping and I turned and looked at his back in the pale glow and how his dark hair curled up when it was damp. I put out a timid finger and touched a tendril and curled it around my hand. I felt like a naughty little girl. I laughed under my breath at my bravery and moved to unwind the curl when a low voice said hardly above a whisper, "You must not touch me while I sleep. I am not a plaything. And you are not a child."






Continued in Episode Six

https://bluevineyard.blogspot.com/2017/04/warriors-of-way-episode-six-night.html



NEED YOUR LOVE SO BAD



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Need Your Love So Bad


She's sitting at the bar alone
Her hand around a glass
Looking like a movie star
With elegance and class.

She doesn't see me watching
Or if she does, ignores
My hungry stare at her lips, her hair
And wanting to see more.

That red dress fits her contours
Like she was poured in it
Those legs, they take my breath away
And give my loins a fit.

I finish off my white wine
And order something else
That white wine isn't cutting it
So keep it on the shelf.

Bring me some good Crown Royal
Maybe a Sloe Gin Fizz
I've to get my courage up
I've got to finish this.

Look at all that long black hair
Look at those big brown eyes
Look at those luscious sweet red lips
And at those creamy thighs.

I didn't know when I walked in
This little bar tonight
That I would lose my heart and soul
To that girl that shines so bright.

She shifts around now in her seat
And quickly looks around
The band is gearing up to play
That smokey bluesy sound.

I down my drink, get to my feet
And saunter toward the bar
But other soldiers beat me there
Like they're engaged in war.

She looks at them with discerning eyes
And smiles a smile so sweet
Nods at one fine sharp dressed man
And gets then to her feet.

I watch her as she walks with him
Up to the dim dance floor
And they engage in a dance so hot
It melts that barroom floor.

I can't believe my loveless eyes
As I move back to my chair
I had no chance to have that dance
What was I doing there?

Look at the way she moves her hips
How she tosses her hair around
How she licks her lips and her fingertips
On his back, run up and down.

He tries to make a move on her
As his hands slide down her back
Down to her hips and she parts her lips
And stops him in his tracks.

"Uh-uh!" she says  and points her finger
Into his startled face
And no matter what he tries to do
She puts him in his place.

I am so pleased at what I see
And I hide my face and smile
I  like the way she handles him
I like her sense and style.

I wonder if she'll do the same
To me if I get fresh
i wonder if I'll get a turn
And who will be her next.

But it's not me, that much is sure
So i settle back to learn
What i might use to turn her head
And make that sweet thing burn.

My body turns to traitor
And soon i lose control
All night i watch her dancing there
While i seek to reach my goal.

She walks by me back to the back
And I want so much to follow
But I can't move my frozen feet
Or lift my glass to swallow.

Her perfume fills my nostrils
With a fragrance  oh, so rare
And I breathe her in deep in my lungs
As her perfume lingers there.

I pay the band to play my song
Perhaps they'll dedicate
It just to her from the man in black
And I can hardly wait.

My heart beats like a school boy's
My chance, it comes at last
They dedicate the song to her
And I hear her gasp.

She turns to look in my direction
And I raise my glass and wink
And she looks away like i wasn't there
And my poor heart starts to sink.

I need your love so bad, girl
The blues man sings it loud
Give it up! he growls at her
With approval from the crowd.

And I sit in hope and fear of failure
Looking at that frame so fine
Wishing i could win her heart
Wishing she was mine.

She flirts with some tall rich tycoon
She laughs a silky laugh
She lets him kiss her lovely throat
And my heart tears in half.

I cannot stand the torture
I cannot stand the fear
I wonder how i'll walk away
And why I came in here.

That goddess is out of my league
What made me think I'd win
She is the kind that can take her time
And her pick of all the men.

I'm just a no one, no one needs
I have not much to give
But how i'd love to have her be
The reason that I live.

i watch her slip off her red shoes
And rub her tender feet
She sighs a sigh that makes me cry
Hell, even her sigh is sweet!

I'd love to have her in my arms
My car, my room, my bed
I'd kiss her from her dancing toes
To the top of her sexy head.

I'd pour my love out on that girl
I'd make her feel so nice
But who am I fooling, that girl won't even
Look at this mad man twice!

I pay my tab and get to my feet
I won't allow myself to look
For I know the crowd is hovering there
And reading her like a book.

I feel so lonely and defeated
As I stumble to the door
Walk out into the cold night air
Not caring any more.

I find my car in the parking lot
The old one bent and blue
And my eyes behold a sight that i
Cannot believe is true.

She's leaning there upon the car
As plain as plain can be
And she says, No, I will not come with you
But you're going home with me.

i pinch myself to see if I'm dead 
I don't believe the state I'm in
She leads me round my car and opens
The door to a Mercedes Benz.

We drive up in the movie star hills
Up to a steel gray gate
It opens with her secret code
And man, I feel so great.

She kisses me upon the lips
And pulls me to her arms
And I give in to sex and sin
Fall victim to her charms.

You're the man for me, she whispers low
I've prayed to God above
To send me someone just like you
Man, I've got to have your love.

And the blues song fills the cold night air
As cold champagne fills my cup
And I reach to take my fill of her....
And, oh damn, then I wake up!!!!



©by the very bad Voo
June 9, 2019
2:58 p.m.



Sunday, June 9, 2019

Warriors of The Way Episode 2





WARRIORS OF THE WAY


EPISODE TWO

THE DARK SIDE


          I don't know how long I lay there resting my head on my dead horse. I had fallen asleep and gone tumbling down into a mindless, restless realm populated by running horses and children, golden vipers and strange men in white hooded robes. I awoke to find the world still there and Starshine, a lifeless form with no sign of his equine spirit and wisdom. I was totally disheartened. I lay aside all of the equipment that he had carried for us and pondered what pieces I could carry myself and discarded the rest. I could see no way to bury my faithful friend outside of digging his grave with my bare hands and I had no strength for that. I formulated a plan to cover him with stones and began the task to do that, a long and tedious chore that took many hours.

 As I looked for stones and carried them, I let myself go to places I should not have gone to in my mind but nevertheless, I could not stop the going. I had experienced many things in my life: death and life, illness and miracle, joy and hope delayed. But being strong of spirit and sure of my calling, I had endured and grown stronger with each setback. I was my Father's daughter. I was independent but totally devoted to him and to doing his will. My course had been set at birth and I had never deviated from that course except during the long months of my sickness. And even that had been ordained to ensure the quietness of my youthful spirit and the teaching of my soul and mind that could not have been achieved had I been awake and well.


     But this! This, I could not bear. I had been promised that Starshine would be with me until I did not need him and I could not imagine a future in which that day would occur. He had always been there. His face would appear at my window every morning when I awoke as a child. He would call and laugh his almost human laugh and I would fling myself up and over his neck still in my nightclothes and off we would fly through the courtyard until my Father's servants would scold us into stopping.


 The chickens would screech and scatter, fruit baskets would overturn and children would scream in laughter and cheer us on. Those were my earliest memories and my happiest times. Having no brothers or sisters and never having known my mother, Starshine had been my closest companion. And now he was dead. Murdered. By a creature not of this world. That much was certain. 

Having journeyed throughout the land for many years, I had seen and known and touched and experienced almost everything that the wild world had to offer and in no place and time had I ever seen a viper such as the one that had struck down my horse. The thought of the thing made the blood boil in my veins, made my hands turn into fists, made my heart give way to hate. The thing my Father had warned me about.Hate. The one thing that could destroy love, he said. Never hate, he warned me. Love only and live peacefully with all things, if that be possible. And having said that, he trained me in every type of warfare and fighting mode and skilled me with sword and bow and dagger and cunning strategy. 

     But now all his teaching dissolved in me as I explored this new emotion and let it turn me in it's tide. As I covered the still form in a mound of stones and hid it with branches, I wondered what I might do now that I had no one to talk to and no one to help me bear the burdens. Until this day, I had ever looked forward to tomorrow and hardly known a confusion or misdirection or loss of insight. My life now seemed like a blank slate, cleared of all mission and purpose.



 I completed the task of hiding Starshine's body and picked up the items I thought most needed and started down the hill, refusing to look back. For the first time in my life, I could not connect with Starshine's thoughts in my mind and I could not feel his spirit walking with me. He was gone and I was abandoned and that's all I knew. 

                                      
     




    I walked for miles until I came to a brook flowing with crystal waters and shaded by willow trees and gray boulders and hanging full of berries and strange fruit. I had no appetite but drank gratefully of the water and lay exhausted upon the soft grass staring into the changing sky, my face darkening with sun and anger. Then I began to question. And I began to twist within my mind all of the promises that had been made to me and I began to doubt. And with the doubt, I began to lose all sense of direction and with that, last of all, I began to lose hope.







continued in Episode 3