I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
Monday, March 14, 2022
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Storm on the Tip of My Finger
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: Storm on the Tip of My Finger: STorm On THe TiP oF My FInGeR Rage flashed through me like a river overflowing it's bounds The rage of life ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: LOOKING FOR THE MAN WHO RAN
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: LOOKING FOR THE MAN WHO RAN: Looking For The Man Who Ran The stars were so bright And the moon so full I swear I could see the cactus Moving su...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE FALL DOWN DAYS W SPOKEN WORD VERSION
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: THE FALL DOWN DAYS W SPOKEN WORD VERSION: The Fall Down Days And now in the fall down days Of my solitary heart I sit reading in the corner ...
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Won't Be Tonight
The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: It Won't Be Tonight: Glen Hansard It Won't Be Tonight Standing on the precipice That steep and craggy cliff that draws my wounded soul ...
Illusion Of Flight
Illusion of FlightCatching the sight of three birds in flightFrom the corner of my left eye, IFelt a momentary pang of longingDeep in the chest where my heart lies.Fettered by feet and weary human-nessI confess I am tired of this earth bound existenceTired of this walking on hard packed sodAnd ancient burial grounds of the long forgotten.I want to rise up with wingsAnd soar with the freedom of untied dreamsGlide on the currents of the truly unboundAnd dance on the intangible glories of sky.I want to fly!But still I walk, sighing loudlyThe birds out of sight now, IHurry to my cubicle of conformityShoved in with the masses of the all-the-same.Almighty dollars pressure me to reachNeeding them to meet my need, IStrive in futile, uninspired destituted hopeEver mindful of the ship coming in on the horizon.I want to fly!If I had been born a birdI'd fly until my feathers fell outAnd my wings would not lift me off the groundAnd then I'd fly, a ghostbird, in Eden's realm.I want to fly!Retracing my steps back home from workI sought to find the beautiful birds, IHad seen in peripheral sight this morningKnowing that it was an almost impossible thing.But what! From the corner of my right eyeI spy their graceful forms above the hedgesThree white stainless birds of steel and structureFettered to the concrete by bars of iron!I am crushed, I am disheartened, I am disconsolateThis revelation of illusion of flight has undone meAnd I walk home with a much, much heavier heartThan the one I had this morning.I want to fly!
©by VooSeptember 17, 075:05 p.m.
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