CRESCENT MOON ON THE HIGHWAY

     (start song  before reading)

Crescent Moon On The Highway

Lying here on this cold and misty Sunday afternoon

Cat at my feet on his blanket

The threat of rain outside my shuttered windows

I listen to Villanelle For Our Time by the master

Of the rough and tender voice

His verse running down my spine like a lover's fingers

Crooning bittersweet lyric into my ears with his distant tongue

The melody caresses me and makes me senseless

As he repeats "bitter searching of the heart" over and over and over

Until images conjure up from memory and lay themselves down

Upon my mind.

You, in that convertible under the stars on that long ago highway

We were laughing like mad people, kissing, more than paying attention

Music soaring on the tape deck 
And ebbing off behind us with the desert wind

My hair whipping around us like long black scarves

And thinking that if I could die of joy, then I would surely die

We were racing under clear cold skies looking for rain and storm

Loving lightning and angry clouds

But finding none, we drove on into the night

Listening to Leonard and holding each other hard enough to bruise.

Look, baby, you said and pointed to a crescent moon
Hanging low in the sky on the side of the highway 
A hundred miles from nowhere

And we pulled over 
And danced underneath that moon

Toasted it with champagne and kisses no one had ever kissed before

While the music trailed off into silence and clicked to a stop
As we stood in the glow of the headlights,
Our eyes locked onto one another

And our hearts as close as hearts can be.

That long ago highway 
And that crescent moon and you

With your crooked smile and wind blown hair

How it all comes back to me now

Damn you, Leonard, with your bitter searching of the heart
and your rough and tender poet's voice

Bringing the past alive and spotlighting the present
with it's loneliness

And loss.........................

Damn you, Leonard.

©by Voo

December 5, 2005

5 p.m.

  BLESS YOU, LEONARD

The Garbage Man

THE GARBAGE MAN

HERE COMES THE GARBAGE MAN

GET OUT YOUR GARBAGE CANS

THROW OUT THAT TRASH THAT YOU'VE BEEN GLEANING

ROLL UP YOUR SLEEVES AND GET SPRING CLEANING.

PITCH OUT THE HATE YOU'VE HELD SO LONG

THOSE LONESOME OLD BEER DRINKING SONGS

VACUUM UP THAT LITTERED STRIFE

AND GET THE GARBAGE OUT OF YOUR LIFE.

TEMPER YOUR TEMPER AND MEEKNESS RELEARN

IMPATIENCE THROW ON THE FIRE TO BURN

GATHER UP YOUR PARTY HATS

AND EMULATIONS ADD TO THAT.

THROW OUT THE POSTERS OF YOUR IDOLS

AND ON YOUR TONGUE PUT ON A BRIDLE

STOP YOUR EYES FROM ROVING OVER

TO THE BACK YARD OF YOUR BROTHER.

STOP YELLING AT YOUR LITTLE KIDS

FOR DOING SILLY THINGS YOU DID

` TURN OFF THE T.V. AND HIT YOUR KNEES

AND INSTEAD OF YOURSELF, TRY GOD TO PLEASE.

AND WHEN YOU'VE GATHERED UP YOUR TRASH

AND BURNED YOUR RUBBISH TO THE LAST

RUN YOU A BABTISM AND JUMP RIGHT IN

AND WASH AWAY ALL TRACE OF SIN.

THE GARBAGE TRUCK ROLLS BY EVERY HOME

AND KEEPS COMING BY TILL THE GARBAGE IS GONE

BUT THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER I'M TALKING ABOUT:

HE CAN'T PICK IT UP IF YOU DON'T PUT IT OUT.

©by Voo

The Persuasions!!!! Grew Up Listening to these guys!!! Phenomenal!

I Could Never love Another
(my fave)

The Man in Me

                                     

Good Times AND So Much in Love

Looking For An Echo

The Sun

He Aint Heavy

Buffalo Soldier


Be Good To Me, Baby


Got To Use My Imagination


It's You That I Need


Man, oh, Man

People Get Ready

Cancer

Cancer


There's a thousand kinds of cancer
A thousand kinds of death
A thousand ways to make us pay
For ever drawing breath.

I've seen it in every walk of life
I've seen it in my own
I've seen it my friends and family
I've seen it in my home.

Cancer eats and cancer knaws
And cancer lives to kill
Cancer takes our joy away
With a deadly perverse thrill.

Cancer thrives on things we love
It grows on what is bad
It takes the sunshine from our days
And replaces it with sad.

I've never known a human being
That's escaped that deadly touch
No one's immune from that hellish tune
That dirge I hate so much.

From hell it came to bring us pain
And steal our joy in life
To eat away both night and day
With it's hopeless heartless strife.

If cancer had one name alone
It's as it's always been
The worst from hell has come to dwell
That one name would be Sin.

Eating at God's Paradise
Eating at our tables
Eating at our very souls
We continue and enable.

So many kinds of cancer
So many kinds of ill
So many ways to shut out life
So many ways to kill.

The physical, the spiritual
The emotional, the soul
It has a way of grinding up
The things we see as gold.

And if there's a remedy for this
This cancer I speak of
To stop the spread before we're all dead
That remedy is Love.



©by Voo
December 9, 2004
 1 a.m.

CIRCLES

CIRCLES

RUNNING, RUNNING THROUGH THE RAIN

FROM THE HEARTACHE AND THE PAIN

PAUSING TO LOOK BACK TO SEE

WHAT NEW TERROR FOLLOWS ME

RUNNING, RUNNING FROM THE PAST

MEMORIES CHASE ME AND OUTLAST

I TRY TO HIDE THE HURT INSIDE

BUT SOON IT'S ALL EXPOSED BY PRIDE

RUNNING, RUNNING EVERYDAY

TO AND FRO, THIS WAY, THAT WAY

BACK AND FORTH FROM DAWN TO DUSK

BUT KEEP ON RUNNING, I KNOW I MUST

MY MEMORIES HUNT ME

MY MIND, THEY TAUNT

MY SOUL'S A CARNIVAL

THAT HEARTACHES HAUNT

SO I MUST RUN THIS LIFELONG RACE

AND STUMBLE TILL I FIND THE GRACE

AND PUT BEHIND ME THE SHADOWS' GRASP

UNTIL I SEE THE GOAL AT LAST

A CHILD, SO YOUNG AND YET SO OLD

I STARTED INNOCENT, I DIDN'T KNOW

HOW HARD THE TASK, HOW LOUD THE CLOCK

THAT CHIMES THE HOURS TILL MY HEART STOPS

SO I RUN ON AND ON AND ON

FROM PAST TO PRESENT AND FUTURE DAWN

RUNNING, RUNNING TO DISTANT SHORE

AND FROM THERE BACK TO THE START ONCE MORE

FOR LIFE'S A CIRCLE AND NOT A LINE

A DOCUMENTARY IN THE MIND

YOU WATCH IT FORWARD AND PLAY IT BACK

REWIND, DELETE SCENES THAT ARE CRACKED

WE RUN IN CIRCLES, SOMETIMES IN FEAR

THAT GOD HAS MADE US AND LEFT US HERE

TO FEND ALONE, TO BLINDLY RUN

UNTIL OUR LIVES ARE OVER, DONE

BUT JUST WHEN WE ARE AT OUR ENDS

WE SEE THAT PAIR OF OUTSTRETCHED HANDS

AND OLD AND FEEBLE AND WEAK AND LAME

WE BECOME CHILDREN ONCE AGAIN

©by Voo

July 22, 06
 1:30 p.m.