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These three pieces of music are exquisite and make the reading of the poem

 like a movie playing in your mind. Read slowly and savor all the nuances and by

the end of the poem you should be at the end of the last song if you time it right!!!! 

It's pure Magic!!!
Depending on how fast or slowly you read, I suggest you let the first song

play almost to the end to absorb the nuances and get into the right frame of

 mind. The third song should take you to the very end of the write. 

You'll see what I mean....

"Finding You Again"

Where are you, my love?

What sea has taken you to foreign shores

To mountains I cannot traverse, nor valleys 

Will I not see the face again that I adore?

The eyes that shone with love for me at meeting

The heart that beat in rhythm with my own?

The arms of steel that reached as I lay weeping

Grasped me up and welcomed me to home.

Where are you tonight, my best beloved?

What fate has befallen you alone out there?

What woe has stilled your golden voice from calling

And kept your running feet from coming here?

Send word to me by messenger or raven

On the backs of steeds or in the mouths of fish

Send me word before I die of longing

Before my heart forgets to pray or hope or wish.

Can you feel me reaching for you now?

My fingers blindly groping in the dark

Touching naught but voids all full of nothing

Seeing not a flicker or a spark.

So long, so long, dear heart, have I been waiting

Standing by the sad and silent shore

Watching for a sign there in the blue skies

Thinking you don't love me anymore.

But surely it's a demon whispering to me

Surely, it cannot be true or fact

If you are lost then my love must go on searching

To the ends of all of the earth to bring you back.

I cry, I cry with silver tears of yearning

I weep with sorrow from a broken heart

I need, I need to know where you are hiding

And what thing conspires to keep our souls apart.

The whispering winds can carry my words to you

Surely, God will send them to your ears

He formed the two of us to be together

He can't approve of all this suffering here.

See how the butterflies cling to my teardrops!

They try to wipe my loneliness away

They kiss me with their tiny, fragile wings now

And wave back to me as they fly away.

And look! See how the roses grow around me!

They caress my skin and leave their sweet perfume

A sky lark perches on a tree branch swaying

And sings to me, Don't weep, you'll see him soon.

What hope leaps in my heart from out of nowhere

What love surrounds me from an unknown source

I hear a sound that's coming from a distance

Like pounding hooves...and there it is, the horse!

And on it's back, a man clad in white raiment

I raise my hands to Heaven that God's heard

But when he reaches me, he is a stranger

And he says to me, I bring you word.

The one you love was wounded in the battle

He clings to life by just a slender thread

But for your love he's held on by sheer willing

By all accounts he should have been long dead.

And all my heart and all my soul cries for you

With bitter tears that fall like torrent rain

I run to the horse and man who pulls me upward

Who seems to feel my heartbreak and my pain.

And we ride through night and other-worldly sunlight

Through forests I have never seen before

To a castle tall and shining just before us

And to gates of pearl that I've read about in lore.

The man in white deposits me to others

Who smile at me and take my trembling hand

He waited for the day that you could join him

They say to me and lead me to the man.

And there you are and there I am in Heaven

You hold out your arms to me with shining eyes

I didn't know I'd passed from life to death

I didn't know and I did not ask why.

You walk me down a pathway to a garden

Filled with flowers and bird song and with love

You touch my face and whisper that you love me

And joy rains down on us from skies above.

My love, my ever love, we are together

From life to death and life again it seems

I do not breathe for I'm afraid I'll waken

And find that we live only in my dreams.

©by Voo

November 5, 2018

12:40 a.m.

Jay Walking Across The Autobahn

 

Jay Walking Across the Autobahn

If I had known where this was all going to end up

I never would have taken this trip

No, that's not right, I take that back

I had no choice in the matter

I was born with a suitcase in my hand

A wad of dirty hundred dollars bills

And a longing for something I've never known, 

Let alone found.

There was a tiny seed germinating in my heart

Weed or flower, who knows? (I have no wisdom)

Beauty or ugliness, who can tell? (I have no sight)

Not the sight of a wise man or the wisdom of the blind

But extra-sensory perception that comes from misuse.

They say that God protects the innocent and the fool

(Some say the alcoholic and the atheist)

It's been my sad experience to learn 

That the inebriated fall all the same on broken glass

But do not know until much later, how torn and broken

That they have been all along

But I am not a drunkard.

I did not believe in God

For twelve minutes in the hot July sun

One long Monday morning in the sixteenth year of my life

I did not believe in anything because I had been damaged

And all the faith had been grabbed out of my heart

And sent off down a raging river that issued from my own eyes;

For twelve minutes I was an atheist.

Being alone in the universe without a creator

Is the loneliest feeling you can ever have

There was no one to rail at, no one to cry to

No one to blame for everything and nothing

And no one to beg for mercy 

When I had come to the end of myself;

Therefore,  I am not an atheist.

There was love there in the desert

Here and there, an oasis or two

Shade from the heat as I wandered like Ishmael and Hagar

Wondering what I had done besides being born

At the wrong time to the wrong people

But love, like everything, is fleeting

And slipped like sand through my fingers.

Did you ever have a song stuck in your head

That just keeps playing over and over and over?

Well, that's my life, my memories, few as they are

They play in my gray cells like tiny transistor radios

Crackling with static and intermittent signals

That never come in quite strong enough to identify.

I have blisters on my feet from walking,

Blisters on my hands from carrying this luggage,

Blisters on my heart from being burned so many damned times

That soon the scar tissue will be five inches thick and impenetrable

But I can't seem to stop walking

They won't let me

And I won't let them let me.

I saw a crazy man once;

He didn't see me, I don't think

But I watched him for a good half hour

Out in the middle of the freeway in America

Batting at birds that were not there

And talking to people that did not talk back

I was fascinated by the conversation

And only grew afraid when I saw an angel

Take his arm and escort him to the curb.

I think I might have an angel

Otherwise, why am I still here?

I've fallen off of mountains and washed up on to seashores

Been hit by trains and hurricanes

Still clutching my battered suitcase,

Still breathing through the sea weed, my heart still pounding,

Long after the world had given me up for dead.

I don't even remember why I started writing this now

I have no one to mail it to

There's no post office box waiting somewhere

For someone to turn the key in

And exclaim, Hey, look! A letter!

There's no reason to start a diary now

Here at the end of my life.

But still, I feel the need

To record my thoughts

As I stand here at the side of the road

Watching cars go whizzing by at 125 mph

It's almost exhilarating to feel that wind in my face, my hair

I think I could almost feel happy.

When I finish writing this, I'll put it in my suitcase

With the other little things that mean nothing to no one

The bit of fish net and blue glass,

The song that the sailor wrote, the red autumn leaf,

The feather that fell from the sky, the dream I tried to paint,

The coat with no sleeves and the bottle from Paris.

It's been a long, strange trip indeed, around the world

I started out alone and that's how I'll end

My pockets are still full of money, for I never needed any

(You cannot buy what I desire)

I'm no older than I was and no younger than I wish to be

And if I am wiser, it's because I've learned

That what I'm looking for cannot be found here.

I touch the items in my luggage one last time

To thank them for accompanying me

We have shared many things, these treasures and I

(And not all of them terrifying)

If inanimate objects can feel anything,

I'm sure they feel my gratitude and devotion

And having done that, I square my shoulders,

Get a firm grip on the ragged, black suitcase

And step into the road.

                  

©by Voo

March 7, 09

1:45 a.m.

I Went Down Dead and Came Up Half Alive

 

Vapor by Aleah...great song

      adds so much to this experience....

I Went Down Dead
And Came Back half Alive

backstory.............

(Meeting you 

Was like the end of the blues

At the end of the rainbow

At the end of the world

On a Friday night in Memphis

Before the King died.)

There you were

In black leather and hair

Looking, pretending

Like you had not a care.....

And there I was standing

In my leather and lace

My heart like a time bomb

And my life on my face......

Devil in your heart

Devil in your mind

Devil in your intentions

That were mistaken for kind.

I was a kid in a candy store

With no money to spend

And you were dark chocolate

Double-coated in sin.

In the shade of the Peabody

The ducks paraded on by

As your lips touched my fingers

Soft as clouds in the sky.

I was enamored by romance

I was dazzled by dust

You convinced me you loved me

We both know it was lust.

There was something inside me

That bid something in you

That then slithered up to me

Hiding lies from the true.

A white horse and white carriage
Rode us through all the rain
With my arms pricked with roses
That ignored all the pain.

To the junk yards of Memphis

With their rusted out cars

We ran singing the blues songs

That came streaming from bars.

In the back of a Thunderbird

With the storm on the roof

You said you wanted me so much

And then gave me the proof.

In the dawn we walked back

In the mist and the fog

To the calls of the whippoorwills

And the growls of a dog.

Our arms ‘twined up together

Our heads heavy with sleep

Our bodies emptied of yearning

And my heart digging deep.

“Till tomorrow.” you whispered

Kissed my cheek and was gone

And I stood in the shadows

So amazed and alone.

Falling later on my bed

The sun burgled inside

Like a thief stealing memories

There I laughed, then I cried.

          And I laughed through the noon time

And I laughed all the day

And I laughed till the darkness

Took the sunshine away.

Then I ran down to Downtown

And I looked for you there

To  the lobby of the Hotel,

To Beale Street and the Square.

I was breathless and anxious

Full of tension and fear

That you’d just been a vision

That my heart had brought here.

So I sat on an iron bench

All bereft and perturbed

Till a black motorcycle

Purred it’s way to the curb.

And your black glove, it beckoned

And I ran to your side

Threw my arms around your waist

As we roared off to ride.

Through the streets and the starlight

To the river of mud

Past the city and country

With such fire in our blood.

Our hair blew back like ribbons

In the sweet Memphis breeze

And we melded together

Like the bark and the trees.

To the grass on a hill top

‘Neath the moonlight so bright

There we clung like two dreamers

Holding on to the night.

And for days I just sleepwalked

As I waited for dark

And your beautiful brown eyes

Full of danger and spark.

So alive in your presence

Like I’d not been before

Just a dead woman walking

Through a mausoleum door.

Looking for something living

That I never had found

On the earth, in the heavens

In the sea, on the ground.

Till that night brought you to me

Out of vapor and hope

And then bound me forever

With a cruel velvet rope.

And your soft voice calls to me

Though I don’t see your face

I have searched every where

And I have found not a trace.

But I feel you beside me

And behind and within

Like the caress of a raindrop

And a cold winter wind.

Love, you found me in Memphis

On that wet city street

As you rescued the roses

That had dropped at my feet.

And you smiled as you watched me

Sang, “Are You Lonesome Tonight?”

Brought me joy and such misery

When you dropped from my sight.

I  don’t know what I’ve done

I don’t know what I said

I was dead when you met me

Now I’m only half dead.

Haunting me, you remain

In my heart and my mind

Where I still see your face

Though my eyes have gone blind.

To the pain and the pleasure

To the sun and the rain

Every night I go searching

Till I find you again.

end story……………….

(Losing you

Was like gasping for breath

At the end of a nightmare

At the end of the night

And lonely long nights in Memphis

After the King died.) 

By Voo

© April 8, 2012

9:28 p.m.

R.I.P. Cousin E...see you on the other side