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Monday, August 12, 2019

WORDLESSLY


 I Can't Make You Love Me





Wordlessly


Wordlessly, I speak volumes
To the deafness of your heart
I tell you how I miss you
Whenever we're apart.
Wordlessly, I try to say
The things your ears won't hear
My eyes cry out my love for you
Whenever you come near.
Wordlessly, my sad soul begs
For the love you cannot give
For you no longer care for me
Or if I die or live.
Wordlessly, I sing a song
That I wrote just for you
And your lips tell me I'm lying
When every word is true.
Wordlessly, I'm breaking
Like a stem holding a heavy flower
I try to hold my head up high
But my heart can only cower.
Wordlessly, I breathe your name
And bare my needy flesh
Seduction that always worked before
Works no more now, I guess.
Wordlessly, I scream out my pain
To ears that do not care
Ears that used to love my words
Ears no longer listening there.
Wordlessly, I bow my knees
And beg your love to stay
But you look down in your disdain
And kick my love away.
Wordlessly, upon the ground
I lay in hopeless woe
My eyes full of such bitter tears,
I watch you turn and go.
But before you leave, you say to me
Words I can't believe are true
Don't waste your time, girl, grieving me
I never did love you.
Then wordlessly, you close the door
On all our love and life
You never were my husband
But I was your faithful wife.
Wordlessly, my life goes on
And I survive it day by day
But the day you left, my mouth fell silent
And doesn't have a word to say.
I cannot write another poem
I cannot compose a song
I cannot say another word
Now that my muse is gone.
You took the sun out of my sky
And stole my joy from me
Now everything I cannot say
My heart says wordlessly.

By Voo
Aug 12, 2019
1:14 p.m.
copyrighted

FOR LEE LEE***



Sunday, August 11, 2019

IT WAS THAT

Soundtrack to piece
by Roy Todd
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It Was That



Dogwoods blooming by crystal streams
Twilight drifting past your shoulders
And touching my cheeks with starlight
We kissed our first kiss………….
It was that innocent, that special.


Mistletoe falling from Christmas trees
In a meadow draped white with snow
And decorated by angels
We danced our first dance………………
It was that breathless, that pure.

Cathedral bells chiming in the new year
In a golden city with silver streets
And champagne filling every mud puddle
We became one at our first joining………..
It was that beautiful, that forever.

And we breathed each other’s air
And walked upon one another’s feet
Arms entwined like ivy through lattice
With lips that sought no other mouth……………
It was our life, it was our love.

Van Gogh painted us,
Monet decorated our house,
Chopin wrote our love songs,
And Da Vinci was our teacher……………
It was our future, it was our history.

We grasped life with eager eyes
Living every moment
With our souls woven in wonder
Devouring love like bowls of bread………
And never getting filled.

Dandelions pushing through newly born grass
On a May day so golden the sun was singing
And wrapping the river in heated arms
We felt our first inkling……………..
It was that puzzling, that inconceivable.

And Autumn came
And the leaves did not turn orange and fall
The trees fell instead
And with them, all the colors in the world……………..
And left a canvas gray and without sun.

The gold of the dandelion
Turned to fragile wisps of fluff
Though the stem stood tall and straight
As long as it could stand…………..
And the winds came, dispersing all it’s glory.

What do you say when the book is finished?
When symphonies lapse into silence
And landscapes fall from their frames?
How do you recapture dreams that die at waking
And retrace steps that have vanished on the shore?

Dragons breathed upon me
And swept the sky of stars
The last rose wept and laid itself so gently on your heart
And every light blinked in the dark……………
And our house bowed it’s head.

Wildfires burning through emerald forests
Clear cut mountains that used to be green
Dust and ashes where there used to be life
We said our first goodbye………………….
It was that desolate, it was that sad.




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©By Voo
June 10, 2012
11:19 p.m.


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Run To Me




Run To Me


Don't run from Me but to Me
Don't go but yet draw near
Don't hide your face now from Me
Don't look on Me in fear.

Don't shout "Oh, God!" in anger
But call My name in love
Don't think I do not see you there
From where I live above.

Every day of your life is an integrity test
To see what character you build
You can't win the game by exalting your name
But only when to Me do you yield.

I have only such good thoughts about you
I have only true love for your soul
I have much success and so much I will bless
If you make serving Me your one goal.

My child, don't turn your back on Me
In this world of hate and harms
I wait to heal your aching heart
When you run into My arms.



©by Voo
Jan 13, 1998
a word the Lord spoke through me and to me





EASILY PLEASED AND AT THE SAME TIME DISCONTENT





Easily Pleased And At The Same Time Discontent


I am an enigma boiling in my own juice
Of confused red ripened heart

I think to myself in song-less rhymes
Unborn yet ageless in their need to be

And silently screaming, I shout down
Every faded gray wall within my soul

Until I fall into the newly broken day
There you are! I think. There you are!

And I reach forth
Tiny, outstretched fingers digging

Their way out of my being
To grasp the only thing that means anything

In this world to me
Or ever will:

The love I threw away
The love I still see shining on your face.



©by Voo
Jan 11, 2007
9:13 p.m.

face by Mark*
inspired by a line by Ebenezer Stone



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IN THE BACK OF A BLACK LIMOUSINE



  Other Days 
by Black Chamber


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 In The Back of a Black Limousine



I always wondered what went on
In the back of a black limousine
When I was a child, I watched in awe
As the “centipede” car inched it’s way
Down the street, hiding celebrities
And famous unknowns
Looking at my own curious little face
Reflected back 
In those dark tinted windows.

I was sure it was a movie star
(Aren’t they all?)
Some glamorous somebody
In gold lame’ and chinchilla fur
Rhinestone sunglasses
And men at her feet
Passing through our insignificant town
On the way to somewhere important.

Sometimes it was a gangster or a politician 
(Or both)
Hard to tell the difference
When you’re a child
Or a grown up
They all wore hats, smoked big cigars
And smirked in our faces as they passed us by
Tipping those hats in benevolence 
Before the windows zipped up in a flash.

One day a famous singer came through
And the crowds lined the streets
Trying to get a glimpse of his shiny white teeth
And his golden voice
We wanted his autograph.........
But all we got was a blasted recording
Of the latest big hit coming from the speakers
And a trail of his glossies flying out the windows
(I went home and burned his ole records
And tore up my fan club membership card.)

When I was older 
And the world had lost it’s silver sheen
I marched in peace marches,
Rebelled against everything and anything
Did sit-ins, stand-ins, lay-ins and sleep-ins
Carried homemade signs that changed daily 
According to my whim
For I was a sheep.............
(I was a rebel and a non-conformist
But still a sheep following a crowd of sheep)
But that soon got old
And I fell into convoluted conformity.

One day before I became jaded forever
A man in a black limousine
Stopped at the curb where I walked in a haze
Put down the window and concocting a smile
Asked me if I wanted a ride or a drink
And still fascinated by those big, long black limos,
Limping along in my tattered Flip Flops,
I hesitated with a quivering heart
Then climbed in and said yes to the man and his offer
(And the rest, as they say, bla bla bla bla..... is history.)

He took me to California
To New York and to Paris
His tanned greedy hands in my hair and my heart
Promising me paradise and giving me hell
I sang, I danced, I posed for the magazines
I laughed on cue and I cried on cue
I lived on cue and I died on cue
He cut and dyed my hair to gold
And he changed my name to Candy.

The audiences seemed to love me though
They gave me awards and legions of fans
Followed me everywhere that I went and was sent
Flashbulbs a-popping like the 4th of July
Blinding my eyes, even behind the dark shades
I blew them fake kisses and signed 8x10 glossies
Made myself thousands and my manager, millions
And traveled the world in a black limousine.

Champagne flowed and glasses clinked
Surrounded by roses and the smell of new money,
I was The Girl, the golden girl of the hour
With a string of new romances and none of them real
They made me all over until there was none of me left
My biography faked, my hometown now, changed
My name, my hair and even my face
And for ten long years when I looked in the mirror
I was always shocked at the face that looked back..

Every dog has its day, they say
And I guess I had mine
Or at least they told me I had it
It all went by in so much of a blur.........
Famous friends and Latin lovers,
Duets and dances with the cream of the crop
Laughing on the outside
Crying on the inside
Running to and away from
All at the same time.

My driver drives for hours
He never knows where we’ll end up
A seedy dive, or a Malibu beach
A cemetery full of matinee idols............
Or sitting and crying on an ex lover’s lawn
He never knows but he doesn’t care
He’s paid by the hour and he earns every cent.

Sometimes I have company
As we go on those drives.............
A famous politician, a mafioso don
A gigolo, a hanger on, a Wanna-Be new star
That fell down from the sky like I did
Into the hard hands of fate
I offer them no sage advice, I usually only listen
For that is what I’m good at..........
I have no opinions for I have learned
It’s wise to have no thoughts of your own
When someone is pulling your strings.

I like to drive through little backwater towns
Like the one I am from
Like the one I never went back to
After my kidnapping and meteoric rise
Plundered of innocence and curious dreams
I like to drive down Main Streets at noon 
And watch the residents stop and gawk
Wondering who's there behind the dark windows
Wondering what it’s like to be rich and famous
And important and glamorous with the world on her plate.

But mostly now, we drive by night
And past the night into dark mornings
I like to ride in rain and listen to the way
The tires sound on the shiny, wet streets
I like to put down the dark tinted windows
And let the wind blow back my regrown black hair
Sometimes I play the radio or listen to my old songs
But mostly, I ride in silence and wish I was loved
Occasionally flashing my movie star smile
At the startled faces of fans.

But here's an opinion that I'll always have
     and one that I want YOU to hear..............

Sometimes it’s good not to be too curious
Sometimes, you should look away and then let it go
Don’t wonder, don’t wish, don’t stop and don't stare
Let the motorcades pass on their way through your lives
And don’t envy the glory 
Of the pedestals of men...............................
We were born only humans, 
Not meant to be stars
Those cold, distant things birthed in dark, icy space
Shiny and lonely, blazing up to burn out 
Flashing brilliant like flashbulbs
In the faces of men
Sitting, waiting, in the back seats of black limousines.




















©by Voo Shining Stone
Sept 11, 2010
5:34 p.m.




 Soul Suckers by Amos Lee


so apropos of this tale