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Tuesday, August 6, 2019

DEATH IS A WOMAN......for all the woman haters out there...you know who you are. lol....





EVIL WOMAN BY ELO













Death is a Woman With a Cold, Cold Hand



Death is a woman with a cold, cold hand
Reaching to pluck out the soul of a man
Standing in shadows, not making a sound
She waits for the moment when there's no one around.

Your heart is her banquet, your blood is her wine
She's hungry for company, for she's one of a kind
Born of the frost,  with her veins full of ice
She'll turn you to ashes and she will not think twice.

For that is her calling and that is her chore
A glutton for dying and she always wants more
She walks with the vultures and she flies with the crows
Sows despair and nightmare everywhere that she goes.

Her dark eyes are empty, her tongue is a blade
Cutting down dreams that the foolish have made
They run when they see her, they scream at her sight
But there's nowhere to go when she comes in the night.

The skies snow in summer, the clouds cry without sound
And the tree branches wither and their green leaves fall down
When she walks through the meadow, when she walks down the street
Mortals quake at her presence and hope falls at her feet.

She is pale icy terror, she is comfortless touch
Holding old man and infant in her merciless clutch
She slays and she lays us in her garden of weeds
Collecting their lives like they're so many seeds.

There is no escaping, there is no reprieve
She takes those we love and she leaves us to grieve
She's the enemy of mankind and the last one to bow
And one day she'll be banished but she knows it's not now.

Until then, she's the victor in a war with no sides
Ruling all unencumbered as on sorrow she rides
Like a horse made of snow, trampling man while she can
Crushing life like a rose in her cold heartless hand.









©by Voo
Aug 30, 2010
2:41 a.m.
I ain't no evil woman.........











Vincent
by Don McLean









DARK HORSE




Dark Horse


You're a flying dark horse
A powerful force
A maniacal killer on the run from the law.

You're a son of a gun
And some dangerous fun
You're the love words that stick in my craw.

You're somebody's baby
And every one's maybe
You're the ghost in the house in the dark.

You're the star and the moon
And the taste and the tune
You're the cold and the fire and the spark.

You're the tuxedo-ed cat
And the sneak of a rat
You're the mischievous laugh of a child.

You're the highs and the lows
You're the whys and don't knows
And the smile of your lips makes me wild.

You're the tops of the trees
And the cool of the breeze
You're the rose in the snow laying bare.

You're the faint light of dawn
You're the dew on the lawn
And you'll leave me but I do not care.

You're the pleasure and pain
And the sun and the rain
You're the strike of the snake in my heart.

You're the life and the death
And the drawing of breath
And the horse that is pulling my cart.

You're the here and the gone
And what's right with the wrong
You're the candle that lights up my night.

You're the villain and hero
Taking all, leaving zero
You're the wind blowing out of my sight.

You're the love of my life
And my passion and strife
You're the perfect ideal full of flaws.

You're the life that I choose
And the life I will lose
You're the rebel that runs from the cause.

You're the grit and the glory
The wheel spinning this story
You're the sweetest of bittersweet lies.

You're the beginning and end
You're my best and worst friend
You're my lover till that dark horse flies.




      

© by Voo
Nov 22, 08
6:45 p.m.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

DARKNESS ON THE FACE OF THE DEEP












Darkness On the Face of the Deep


The earth was without form and void
On the day of the long destruction
No tree stood, no bird sang, no flower bloomed
When all the world fell silent in the wake of the death of life.

Where walked the man who had not been made?
The woman at his side, a softer version of himself?
Where ran the babies with their tender smiles and happy calls
Who had not then known the rage that leads to blood?

They were yet in their Father's eyes
In His mind, still innocent and loyal
Still children unborn and unnamed
In a garden that had not been tilled.

The earth, a crumbled, chaotic heap
Dying, in the past of a thousand dreams
War had come and war had gone
And war'd been declared until the end of time.

What did they know that we don't know,
The fallen rulers of the ancient world?
And what do we know that they didn't know,
We, the people of the end of it all?

(If Atlantis was an island
Was that island then, the Earth
Doomed by it's own reflection
And the glory of it's own device?)

For what has been, is being still
And what will be, has been before
There is nothing new, nor ever shall be
Until that day that dawns in cleansing fire.

Man is not the originator of seduction
Neither is he the architect of towers
He is the student, and willing, true,
But following only the counterfeiter's drafts.

How different was that world from this
The First World with it's ancient skies
Only relics now, and bones
Left behind to be untombed and sorted.

We wonder what the Watchers watched
Banished from their place of origin
No longer there in the City of Light
But under the rule of a heart full of dark despair.

And still he rules, though hampered now,
Waiting for the world to pledge allegiance
Waiting for the sun to plunge
And all the world go dark again.

He did not know what he had then
When he sat a king, on earthly throne
It was not enough for his desperate soul
He, who shined as brightly as a star.

What is it in the mind of men
That makes them crave the night?
It is he, the one who covered
It is he, the one who fell.

Like lightning through the sky to earth
Defiance, screaming, rebellion, taunting
Down onto that newly made thing of dirt
The new born world, untouched, unsullied.

And pride un-made it
And hate un-did it
And bitterness clouded,
And death found it's hold.

(Three times, the world must be born
Three times washed in the water of war
Three times destroyed and three times remade
Three times and at last, Death itself will then die.)

And where stands the ruler of that ancient age?
He, who finds no crown too big to covet?
He, who fell in love with his own face?
He, who crushed his gift in scornful hands?

Look within the hearts of men
Is he not there?
In the souls of kings and princes
With corruption in their eyes.

In the bullets and the guns and knives
Clutched in hands that know no love
Is he not there with growling voice
Saying, Come on, do the deed!

In the songs and in the pictures
In the papers printing lies
In the drugs and in the hunger
In the palaces bought with blood?

In the politicians's promises
In the Utopian's sweet dream
In the order birthed from chaos
His old lies are sold as truth.

Is he not there?
Is he not here, in sleeping men
On couches, deceived in darkened rooms
With our lives projected on a screen?

He still stands a conqueror
Still destroying an earth holding onto life
But we are his comrades now 
And his armies, they march at our sides.

He does not know, or perhaps he does
His time is short, his kingdom, crumbling
His future written on the page of a book
Written in history with ink of  pure blood.

He rules, the second time on a new made world
Angels first, now men, his stumbling slaves
But this time all of earth and all of heaven     
Will shake their heads when the Cherub falls again.




©by Voo
May 29, 2010
11:50 p.m.









Tuesday, July 23, 2019

DREAM LOVERS












Dreamin' bout you
by Prince










Dream Lovers


You were my dream lover
And you loved me in my dreams
But we could not hold onto that
In reality it seems.

For love here in reality
Is a hard, hard game to play
And people run away from love
And almost never stay.

And I don't know why that is so
Or why it's always been
It's almost like true love's a crime
And wanting it's a sin.

People using people
Is now societal norm
Discarding them when they're of no use
From the moment they are born.

And yet inside each human heart
Is the burning need to know
The touch of love, not knowing that
Love needs our love to grow.

So people hide in shadows
And lurk at love's closed doors
Watching for love to open up
With  welcome mats  on it's floors.

But rarely does that closed door open
No matter how long you wait
For love's as frightened of you out there
As you are scared of it's fate.

And most of us, from youth to old age
Sit in darkened rooms alone
In a house that we have built ourselves
That will never be a home.

We live in virtual reality
That will never be a fact
Clinging to CGI people on screens
That will never love us back.

I don't think God made this world this way
Nor did He desire us thus
To live in lonely isolation
With no happiness or trust.

He made us to need one another
He made us need the things others have got
He made us to share the uniqueness we have
With other sad seeking souls that have not.

But you and I, we never met
On this lonely, orbiting rock
We waited inside our own closed doors
On which love just wouldn't knock.

Instead we dreamed ourselves a love
That visited at night
And who loved and lived in astral realms
But at dawn, kept out of sight.

And that sufficed for a span of time
But never truly satisfied
The hungry hearts inside of us
Who screamed at us and cried.

For something real that they could feel
To hold there in our hand
Not fiction, fantasy or film
But a real woman, a real man.

But we held onto what we had found
Just as passionately as we could
For fantasy was all that we had
And that dream world was safe and good.

Until the day came that we awoke
And could never sleep again
Till we embraced reality
And took it's hated hand.

And it led us out into the sun
And showed us skies above
Showed us life and all it's woes
And told us to look for love.

Not love in fairy story books,
Not love on movie reels
Not love in songs that just end wrong
But love that hurts and heals.

So we walked away from dreamland
Into the waiting arms of others
Who've longed for flesh and blood people to come
And take the place of their dream lovers.

And though we may not ever meet
And it may not ever seem
That we were true, I did love you
In the world that was a dream.




©By Voo
July 22, 2019
10:15 p.m.




Shelby Lynn
DREAMSOME



You Are The Dream
Ilse de Lange
 
Girl of My Dreams
The Manhattans
                                            


                     I've got dreams to remember
        Michael Grimm
                           


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Saturday, July 20, 2019

EMBRACE

EMBRACE An Apocalyptic Love Story that I dreamed in its entirety

















Embrace

An Apocalyptic Love Story
(subtitled Alien Love)

a song heard on a radio in the dream
I dreamed on the morning of May 7, 2011)
I hope this write can do the dream justice
Here then, is the dream in prose form.....



                               Part One


I lay on the floor of a fall out shelter
In an unknown, unnamed city
It was dimly lit and noisy, full of people all in turmoil,
Babies crying, palpable fear, 
Uncertainty and terror.

I lay on a mat of old clothes and rags,
Covering myself with a blanket
With my head cradled upon a soft white pillow
That seemed too fresh for that place
(Perhaps I had brought it from home.)

The sirens had sounded in the midnight hour
And all of us had rushed from our apartments
Either all fully clothed or partially dressed
As for me, a gown and a robe and a coat
And still I felt quite naked.

I was lying with my back turned to a man just my age
I did not know him
And had only glanced at him once
As I tried to make myself comfortable
In a situation that would never be that.

He lay asleep on a grayish pillow,
His hands folded under his face,
Long dark hair falling around his broad shoulders
Concealing part of a quite handsome face.

One look, albeit, a long look
And I scooted as far away as I could
Giving both of us our privacy here
Which meant nothing there
But even in chaos, still meant much to me.

As the lights were turned off, one by one
I heard stern men urging us to be quiet and to sleep
I heard an old man praying off in the corner
As he clutched an old book to his blue shirted chest
And asked God to protect us and let us see tomorrow.

I could not sleep, how could I, in that awful place?
I was used to my feather bed and my quiet apartment
To staying indoors and living alone 
As were we all, in these martial law days
And endless, ever lasting scenarios of war.

How long we had survived in that setting, 
I can't say
I only knew that it had been life as usual
For a very long time, and very few of us
Remembered any other way of life.

We were assigned numbers for names,
Told our job descriptions, 
And forced to do them behind the closed doors
Of small but efficient four room living quarters
Equipped with computers and cameras with zooms.

Life was very lonely
There were hardly any families around,
Few couples, no friends, and certainly no lovers
And all that we knew or were allowed to know
Was that if you do not work, you do not eat.

And then the raids had begun,
The takeovers, the bombings, the annilhilations
The armies marching throughout the earth
With covered faces and evil eyes
And with death in their competent hands.

The 3D- HD-LED curved screens 
Had projected these scenes at us on a now daily basis
Until we had all but blanked them out of our minds
Though some of us still fell to the floor when they came
And scurried away into dark corners in fright.

And now, the virtual had become reality 
Now it had come to my part of the world
No longer a movie to switch off in my brain
But an occurrence to endure and a delaying of work
Until the sirens went off and my life could resume.

And so tonight I found myself, in this shelter under ground
With people I had never met and didn't want to know
Men and women, running there with families and babies
Outcasts, hidden from the law
Till the bombs drove them inside.

The night was long and stifling there
I tossed and turned, not sleeping
I couldn't breathe among other folk
And their breathing was so loud
Removing my coat, I stretched my legs and at last began to doze.

In the near cool darkness, after a time I cannot tell,
I became aware of a presence behind my back
It breathed quietly on my hair,
Touched me with a warmth of body heat I had never felt
And stirred me in a way I should not say.

I wanted to move away but I did not
In that drowsy state, I thought it to be a dream
But I knew it wasn't
For I'd had dreams I'd known were dreams
But this one was so real.

In his sleep, the man had moved
And lay very close beside me 
And I couldn't fault him for I'd also moved,
Kicked my coat off of my legs
Toward the old woman on my right.

I pulled the blanket up to my throat and snuggled ever deeper
Enjoying the feeling of another's form
Against my untouched back
With nothing between us but a gown and a robe
And the thrill of the unknown.

A breath. A sigh. A ragged whisper
Breathed into my ear
"Are you awake?" a soft voice asked
And I lay still and stunned
"No." I whispered into the dark and then forgot to breathe.

"Are you afraid?" he murmured low
And I felt his fear reach out
"I guess." I said, "But what can we do
But wait till it's all over?"
"And what if it's really over, what will we do then?"

I didn't know how to answer that
So I lay quiet and trembling
Waiting for his voice to come and stir me once again
But it did not come again and I lay there with wanting
Something strange and terrifying that poured out of my soul.

If time stands still, it stood still then
As I waited in his silence
He didn't speak and so I said, 
"Then our lives have had no meaning."
"If it's really over, I mean, and our lives come to an end." 

And after a while, I felt him inch
His body closer to me
His chest against my back, his legs against my own
He threw my blanket over us both
And I thought my heart would stop.

For hours we lay there in that place
With a secret, seething fever
Electric charges running down and up and over us
His warm breath over my shoulder, soft,
And a pounding in his chest.

We touched, and yet, we did not touch
Except with our desire
Inching closer, ever closer, his body and then mine
Until the tears ran down my face
As we burned there in that fire.

"I need to hold you." he said at last, "I need to feel alive."
"I know." I whispered, "I know. I know."
"But I don't know how to hold you."
And he pulled me hard against him then
And his arm went round my waist.

Outside, we heard the bombs of war
Beyond the war, inside
 "It's alright, be quiet." we heard someone say
As the babies awoke with the noises
"Go back to sleep, no need to fear, you'll all be safe in here." 

But they would not quiet down
And they would not stop crying
No matter how they hushed them
Until they turned on the radio
And a song began to play.

And all of us with our scared hearts 
Listened to the music
The man, with his hand holding mine
And his lips near my ear
"That's "Alien Love," a woman cried, "I've heard that song before!"

Long ago when music played
And the people danced to music
Long ago when people loved and it wasn't an alien thing
Long ago before love was outlawed
And became something that nobody practiced.

"I'd like to love before I die."
He said, pulling me closer
"I'd like to know just how it feels to have someone love me."
And the music stopped and the babies slept
And the night grew quiet again.

"So would I but I'm afraid." I said, turning my face
And he pulled my hair aside and kissed
My cheek and then my throat
A groaning in him became a growl
And in fright, I pulled away.

"I'm sorry." he whispered intensely, yet
I didn't think he was
"I don't know what's come over me and I don't know what to do."
And neither did I but I caught the eye 
Of the old woman next to me.

"Are you in love?" she smiled at me
In the dusky dim lit darkness
"I was in love when I was young before they took him away."
And she gave a sob and closed her eyes 
And fell back into grateful slumber.

"Hold me!" I said and slid my body back
Wondering if I too, had gone mad
And his arms pulled me tightly against his wild heart
Curving softly together
Like two spoons in a drawer.

"So this is love," I thought to myself
"This crazy alien feeling."
I let the joy wash over me like a madness in the brain
Wishing the morning would never come
When I would be lonely again.

I gasped when his hand ran up my thigh,
The heat melting through my clothes
As though I wore no gown and robe, as though I lay exposed
But I made no objection, no, I did not
For I was drowning in the feeling.

Then I was jolted to my senses
When his hand to my breast moved
"We're not alone!" I scolded him and pushed his hand away
No hand had ever touched me there
In fact, no hand had ever touched me.

"Forgive me!" he said as he righted himself
"My hand seems to have a mind of it's own.
It's never touched so soft a rose
Or a beautiful thing, like a woman."
And we lay there and marvelled at that, lost in the mystery of love.

At last we slept, in each other's arms
Till the lights came on in the morning
"What's this?" they shouted, "Are you two married?
Then you shouldn't be over here!"
"If you're not married, then you're in trouble for this is not allowed!"

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and looked up at the shouters
"I'm sorry, I am not awake."  And I didn't know what to do
"Yes, we're married." I heard him say as I hid my astonished face
"Alright," they grumbled, drawing a crowd, 
"But you're on the wrong side of the room!"

They moved us to the opposite side and made us share our blanket
The married people looked at us with bewilderment in their eyes
There were not many and not many children
But they seemed to know one another
 But they knew not us and nor did we, 
 Not even each other's names.

For days and nights, we were held there
As bombs fell on our city
Locked beneath the ground we were
With our lives in the hands
Of strangers who we did not know, but gave us daily bread.

We slept with my coat jammed between us
For we were afraid to touch
We kept our eyes downcast and cold
So they wouldn't see the sparks
And every night we yearned to breach that barrier in the dark.

After many days of living that way
They said the war was over
They said that soon they'd let us go
And we cried aloud in joy
But some of us in sorrow wondered 
 What we would go home to.


Part Two


One day I woke to find the shelter
Emptied of the families,
The little children I had tended
And so had come to love
The elderly had gone then too and all the sick and lame.

"Come, my love!" my new love said
And reached to pull me upwards
"It's time to go, go see the world, or what is left of it."
And hurriedly I put on my coat and scanned the still full shelter
"Goodbye, my friends. I wish you luck." and they took us to the door.

The sunlight was so bright to us
Our eyes could barely see it
We stumbled over sticks and bricks
And stones and bones and men
We made our way as best we could till we could see again.

The city lay in shambles
The buildings lay in ruins
Holes in every thing we saw
The trees, the ground, unglued
Black smoke rising up to the sky that was no longer blue.

An old man crying on the street raised his fists to us
"Test tube babies, you've killed us all!"
"There's no God in you to trust!"
And my companion pulled me away 
As the old man fell down dead.

I turned to see his book fall out
And see it's pages flutter
In the growing wind that smelled like sulphur
That made me catch my breath
"Holy Bible" the title read and then it blew away.

"I don't understand." I said to the man
"Please tell me what is happening.
I'm a test tube baby, are you one, too? But why blame us for this?"
And the man looked down at the blackened ground
And shook his head at me.

And then we saw the babies
And then we saw the wives
The husbands and the children
Who had just given their lives
Every where that our eyes looked, the dead lay all around.

And then the poison in the air
Began to fill our lungs
We covered our mouths with handkerchiefs
And coughed and began to run
But where to go, we did not know but we ran any way.

"I think I know why they let us go." 
The man stopped in his tracks
"And it's my fault, my God, forgive me! How you must hate me now!"
"Because you told them we were married?" I said
And he nodded and we saw the truth.

"They're building a new world out of the ashes of this,
With all of the old values gone
All of the families, the babies, true born,
The lovers, the believers, the old
Who remember the life, remember the love
Before hearts of men grew so cold."

"How much time.....?" I began to say
And he stopped me with his kiss
"I do not know but this much I know,
That I will not die like this."
And he grabbed my hand and away we ran
To the beach and it's dirty sand.

Coughing, stumbling, we ran and ran
Toward the sea with it's filthy water
Filled with rotting fish and fowl
And the screams of dying dolphins
Till we found a tiny makeshift shack
And we ran inside, exhausted.

There was a cot there on the floor
And he threw his coat upon it,
Stripped himself of all his clothes,
And fell upon the bed
Reaching his arms out to me, I barely hesitated
Threw my clothes off as I ran 
And fell into his arms.

"Before I die, I want to know the feel of flesh on flesh
I want to know your silken skin and what it is to love
All of my life, I've been alone, just working for my keeping
I've never touched another's hand
Or been a true--born man."

And oh, how wonderful it was
As we melted there together
His heart against my heart 
 And his hand gently in my hair
His legs entwined with mine
And all the wonders we found there.

I'd never known my parents
I'd never had a friend
I'd never known what life was like
Till it came to an end
I'd never known the world before
That would never be again.

"I just want to hold you."
He said with eyes of love
And my tears fell upon his face
"I swear to God above."
And I held him and he held me
And that was more than enough.

The poison wind swept through the shack
Like a demon, howling now
My eyes stayed fastened on his face
My heart holding on somehow
"I love you." I said with dying lips
And smoothed his furrowed brow.

And then his lover's eyes turned dark
And the light in them was gone
And I clung to his arms and cried
Afraid to be alone
Then death flew in upon that wind
And took my breath from me
And life and love was the very last thing
My eyes would ever see.

And there we lay in each other's arms
Till to dust our bones did fall
Married forever in our untouched hearts
That found that true love after all
Locked in embrace, in eternal embrace
All too human in need of the flesh upon flesh
Yet still so unsullied in that defiled world of man
Not even God could begrudge it.







©by Voo
May 10, 2011
2:44 a.m.