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Saturday, October 31, 2020

Whispers Be Damned






 Whispers Be Damned


Whispering in the shadows,

I know it's you

Head bent low so I can't see

The gleaming of your eyes,

The curve of your lips,

The impish smile they wear 

Only for me.


You walked away

When things were good,

When love was sweet,

Our yearning was immeasurable,

Our dreams meshed,

And making love was like

A never empty basket full of luscious ripe fruit.


Or maybe, it was me

I don't remember

But we parted

In the midst of paradise found,

Connections that had been made so complete,

And our mouths drinking thirstily

Of the wine of our sweet love.


Then the whispers began,

The jealous hearts

With pointed fingers

And untrue tales of guile

They spoke of deeds

We had not done

And beds we had not lain in.


And our two hearts

Were torn apart,

Ripped and ravished

By lust and lies

Savaged by the fiends and fools

Who could not stand

To see us smile.


But we were the fools

That believed the lies,

Swallowed the unsavory,

And listened to the lurid

While all the while,

Our souls warned us

To close our ears to slander.


No more whispers for us then 

On silken pillows,

No more laughter in the rain,

No more "I love you's" 

Just because

No more loving

In the night.


But there you stand

In the arms of darkness,

Wanting to hold me

But afraid to try

And here I stand on an empty sidewalk

Wanting to cry out

But afraid to cry.


I know you see me, pausing there

Feeling your form

With arms full of longing,

Kissing your lips

With mouth full of hungry,

Hesitation holds us back,

Fear binds us with velvet ropes.


And then you say my name

In a whisper that becomes a shout,

A shout that becomes a torrent, a torrent that becomes a river,

And a river that becomes an ocean

Stepping out of the shadows, you pull me into your arms, 

Not caring who sees, not fearing who hears,

Once more, connected...........

And  whispers be damned.






©By Voo Shining Stone
Nov 2020


A Quiet Place instrumental

SUNDAY NIGHT- FALL BACK- MIGHTY SAM- CHANGE THE TIME BLUES (well, it's Saturday night this year but hey...)




start music now. yes...Now

Mighty Sam McClain
When the Hurt is Over






"Sunday Night- Fall Back-Mighty Sam-Change The Time- Blues"



Raining.........
Six o'clock
On a Sunday evening
Or it would be
If the dadblamed government
Would stop changing the time on us!
Hell, I was late yesterday
When it was actually six o'clock
How can I keep from being late today
When it's only five???
Damn. Damn. Damn.
(Sorry, Lord)
But You know how I get
When they change the time on me......
I get frustrated and mad
More so than usual
But You already know that, don't You?
I am truly a mad woman
In every sense of the word.

I went to a concert last night
The sweetest, bluest, broken-hearted-est
Lonely singer singing the most gorgeous
Soft, down and dirty, fact of life songs
You ever heard
At least when you could hear what he was saying
Over the crash and tumble of beer bottles
Falling down those crazy steep tiers
Of the auditiorium that made me think
Of some kind of M.C. Escher drawing
Lord, forgive me
But I was almost wanting and waiting
To see someone go head first down those tiers
Into rock and roll Hell
I just didn't want it to be me.

Mighty Sam, Mighty Sam!!
You're tearing me up, Son
But I can't stop listening to you today
Your blues stained voice is the perfect soundtrack
To the way I feel
And how is that, you might ask?
I feel like kicking something.......
I feel like punching somebody.....
I feel like crying and screaming
And making love to somebody
Is that too much information? Sorry.
No, I'm not! Why should I be?
It is what it is.

I had almost stopped writing
I don't know why I'm writing now
Maybe I need to..........
Vent, rant, rave, yell, pray
I don't know
I feel crazy a little bit
It was cold while ago, now it's hot
The weather can't make up it's mind either
Evidently..........
How do you expect me to make up mine?
I just want to sing and dance
In any kind of order at all
And not any specific kind of song and dance
Just as long as it's with someone I like
And someone that likes me
But there doesn't seem to be anybody like that
Around right now
Dammit!

I sure am cussing a lot today, ain't I?
Does that mean I'm a bad girl?
Or a good girl feeling bad?
The crazy thing is that I am actually feeling good
So why am I feeling so bad?
See? I told you......
It's that damn time changing thing!
It makes me crazy
It makes me confused and lost
In need of being found
And I couldn't even go to church this morning! 
'Cause my damn car is broke down ......again
Just got it out of the shop last week
And towed it back in to 'em yesterday
That car hates me
Hates me cause I won't wash it
And I won't wash it cause it won't run!
Stupid car.
Stupid life
Stupid government
Stupid time change!!!

The only good thing right now
I can think of
Is Mighty Sam McClain
Singing on the stereo
And really, he's already run his race
And is gone on up to Heaven
Where all good little blues boys and girls go
When they've run out of songs....and blues
That surely ain't me, is it?
I am just full up with songs and blues
And frustration and mean madness
And Snicker Bars and papaya juice
And a long rainy night looking in at me  
Right now outside my window
Wondering why the evening news is on now
Instead of the real six o'clock?
(The night don't know neither.)

Well, I reckon that's all I got to say
Ain't nobody listening no way
But Mighty Sam
And he can't hear me so well
Where he's at on the other side of the sky
I wish he could
I sure would love to sing with him
Show him how it feels to really have the blues.....
Woman-kind of blues
The kind of blues no man would ever understand
'Cause let's face it....
Like Latimore said, it's usually a man 
That walks in bringing the blues anyway
Always acting like he don't understand....
But we know he understands 
Even when he plays dumb as a door nail
And innocent as the driven snow
He knows. He knows.

I'm sure it was a man
Who came up with this time change nonsense too!
No woman would do something that stupid
'Cause women have to get up at the crack of dawn
And cook and clean and get children out of bed
And get dressed and made up to look good
To some late rising man who never notices her anyway..........
Damn. There I go again......

Maybe I should go to bed and wait for tomorrow
Wait for tomorrow like I do everyday
Like I always will
And always have
And I'll get re-adjusted and fall in line again
And get my silly self straightened out 
Like Latimore wants me to
And all will be well again
In Heaven and on Earth
Until I get my heart broke again
And my car won't start
And I hear another blues song on a rainy Sunday evening
And the powers that be....who we all know are Not women..........
Will change the damn time again!
Sigh
dammit...........


©by Voo
November 4, 2018
7:22 p.m. or 6:22 p.m. or 5:22 p.m.
Who knows?

poor sad Voo
poor poor mean, mad
sad Voo

😒😁😜😆🤔😢😜🤔🤣🤣🤣





      
Latimore....... who wants to straighten out
what he made crooked in the first place.....

😜😜😜😜




EXTRA added bonus for ya!!!!


And the man I went to see in concert that night.....lawd have mercy!!!


Trick Or Treat

Trick or Treat!!!!   🥦🍦

I see you 🧐🤡

I ain't no debil  😈👹

                   I'm just the VOO!!!!!  
  



Be good, be careful, be funny
just be home home before midnight!!!!!





BOO!!!!


What I Need


What I Need


I met someone that makes my eyes twinkle,

My toes curl and my heart beat faster

It was unexpected and hard to fathom

But nevertheless, it happened.


Who knows why things occur,

Why they fall in to or out of your lap

Or out of a dream

That you had almost given up on? 


I hardly know how to feel,

What to think or what to do

In light of  this....this...

Revelation.


He makes me laugh

When I don't want to

He makes me cry

'Cause I laugh so hard.


He writes me poetry

That is pulled out of his soul

And expressed in ways

That my soul needs to hear.


So far from my "type"

So different from other men

So far above the norm

(Whatever the "norm" is.)


I do not know where this is going

I do not know what tomorrow holds

I do not know if we belong together

But I do know this:


Right here, right now.....

He is what I need.








©by Voo Shining Stone

October 28, 2020

1:37 a.m.