The Blue Vineyard of Voo Shining Stone 2: 2022-07-10

Monday, July 11, 2022

Wheels

Wheels

You asked to hear my story and here it is:

My muse died in the year 1778 at eight o'clock

'Neath the wheels of a wagon on a muddy dark road

I did not hear her scream but I felt her die

I felt her die because my soul sank into despair

And all my hopes fled from me and into ether

All the songs I'd never written, vanished

All the poems I'd never read, all gone and vanquished

All the dreams I'd never dreamed, died of their anguish

When the sun arose, the morning shined the news

And all the grimy townsfolk cried the blues

For there in tattered pieces, lay the muse

And I, in sorrow's cloak, and out of rhyme

Bade my horse go faster still than death

And on we rode through Time with bloodied wheels.

©by Voo

Jan 29, 2010

9:44 p.m.

Neil Young.....Dead Man theme song.....

love this song!!!

Dead Man theme with Johnny Depp reciting poem

Raining On The Night Train

Raining On The Night Train

It was raining on the night train

As it hustled through the dark

Taking me away from sorrow

Moving closer to your heart

For so long, I’d lived without you

Missed the sweetness of your smile

Till I thought I’d just go crazy

Unless I spent a little while

In those arms so tightly muscled

In those eyes that drew me in

In those hands that felt like velvet

Saintly, with a touch of sin

I couldn’t stand it any longer

Called your number, found you home

Heard that voice so full of hunger

Say “Baby Girl, I’m all alone”

So I hurried, caught the last train

Watched the rain the whole night through

Wondering what I’d say at long last

When I laid my eyes on you

©by Voo

July 2, 07

midnight

click on link for spoken word version

https://soundcloud.com/user-780266601/raning-on-the-night-train3-0

I Never Lost You

I Never Lost You

I never lost you

In the sea or sand

In the sky as clouds rolled by

Letting go my hand.

I never lost you

In the dusk or dawn

In the dark or daydream

Noticing you'd gone.

never lost you

In a crowded place

In a dim lit restaurant

With shadows on your face.

I never lost you

On a moonlight swim

Watching waves take you away

Held prisoner at their whim.

I never lost you

On a busy street

Walking fast ahead of me

With others yet to meet.

I never lost you

In the shining snow

Clutching love tight to my heart

Not wanting to let go.

I never lost you

In sheets of dreamless sleep

Watching your back turned from me

With no love left to keep.

I never lost you

Your dark eyes gave no sign

And though your body sleeps by me still,

You were never mine.

©by Voo

March 7, 2011

1:59 a.m.

You Were Never Mine
by
Janiva Magness

Wounded Paradise

Wounded Paradise

Drunk on love,

Can hardly walk

With my eyes full of the sun.....

Stumbling down this hard dirt road

Like an outlaw on the run.

I didn't see it coming

I didn't know it's name

I didn't see what's left of me

Would never be the same.

Hard to know

When love is real

And when it's just real bad....

So worldly when it comes to that

So worldly, but so sad.

Her face was full of danger

Her lips were wet with dew

Her dark eyes told me silently

"I've been waiting here for you."

And so I fell into her arms

Her wounded Paradise.....

Drank until I'd had my fill

Of the sweetness of her lies.

Like an madness in the midnight

Like a dream about to end

Like a dying bird that's dropping

In a sea of drowning men.

She loved me

And she healed me

With a love I've never touched.....

Then she kissed me and she killed me

With a death I loved so much.

She's an angel and a devil

She's a heart about to break

She's a cool, cool drink of water

To a man with thirst to slake.

But when morning came,

She said to me

As the sun rose in the sky......

"You cannot stay, be on your way."

And she didn't say goodbye.

My heart filled with rejection

My eyes, with unshed tears

Once more a little boy unloved

Like I'd been for countless years.

I tipped my hat,

Walked out her door

Staggered by it all......

Walking, turning, hoping, hoping

But I never heard her call.

©by Voo

July 10, 2010

10:31 p.m.

Attics Of The Rich

Attics of The Rich

(a nonsense must read blog posted on

November 32nd)

Cricket bats at the ready, boys!

We gotta clean out the attics of the rich

And decipher kryptonite particles

Written in the tea leaves of Cypress

Before it is too late.

Go on now, go on!

Ain't no sense being stubborn

Mules got souls, too, I know that

But you turkeys

Gonna end up on somebody's plate come Thursday.

I got me a cannon

On the top of that hill

I'm gonna light it up and fire it

At Jupiter one of these hot damn days

You just watch me out of your blind eyes!

Weasels! Weasels! Everywhere!

Just look at 'em! Wearing lil ole heels

And mink coats and mini dresses

Made out of mp3 players

And fine copper wires.

I says to my buddy the other day

I says: Hambone, where you think we goin'?

And he says: I don't know 'bout you, Plumber

But I'm goin' to sleep!

And I says: Well, bring me back a souvenir.

Rose, my baby Rose, (you know the one)

She smile all the time and it make me suspicious

She even smile when she cryin'!

I bought her a turquoise Thunderbird to drive herself crazy in

But she put it in a blender and made one of them smoothies.

Did ya'll see that news story the other day?

'Bout the end of the 5th dimension

And the ramifications of the non-totalitarian be-bop society

And the effects of Popsicle dreams on a left handed

Son of a moonshine maker in Rockport, Cali-sumthin-er-nuther?

It gonna be the death of us all

The death of us all, I tells ya!

That and peanut butter left out in the sun

And shooting stars lying all over the ground

For kids to trip over and make airplanes out of.

But back to the attics of the rich

That's my call in life

I know that now. Me and my baby, Rose

Gonna clean out all them attics with cricket bats

And settle down in Whynot, Mississippi and sell gorilla cookies.

Uh huh. Sho 'nuff, we are. You just watch!

Gonna sell us enough gorilla cookies

To get our own attic.

Nov 4, 07

Birds In Cages

Like birds in cages, poets, we
Feel the constriction
Feel the confined allocation
Feel the terror of the bars
Be they gilded or gold.

Like birds in cages, poets, we
The thought writers
The thought readers
The thought muses
Write until we can write no more.

Like birds in cages, poets, we
The loving but skillfully living unloved
Souls, divided yet fuller than most
Compose our sonnets, find our voices
And in our cages, from broken hearts, we sing.

©by Voo
July 14, 07

A Dozen Rubies

A Dozen Rubies

A dozen rubies fell to my feet
Scattered by your hand
You'd come to ask me for my love
And proclaim yours for me and
A thousand diamonds promised me
When promise I had made
While the topaz sun high in the sky
Burned us in the shade.

The grass an emerald shade of green
Lay below your feet and mine
From crystal cup we two did sup
The aged garnet wine
Grapes in clustered amethyst
You fed me from your fingers
And kissed the residue away
While afternoon did linger.

With silver tongue you spoke the words
My sweet heart to seduce
Like opals changing in the light
The outcome to deduce
Your turquoise eyes lit up with joy
Every time I smiled
I teased you with my pearl white hands
And we waltzed a little while.

The blue sky turned to jasper
Then agate, then sapphire
We lay and watched the end of day
As the sunset turned to fire
The dozen rubies crushed beneath
My onyx colored hair
Then I saw the black lies in your eyes
Carefully hidden there.

You did not know that I could see
The truth there in the man
(No precious jewel can buy my heart
From yours or any hand)
In twilight's hue I turned to you
At the sun's last golden glow
Your jaded eyes full of surprise
As I softly told you....... no.