Beautiful Start, Beautiful End
Aren't we all just a little crazy? Aren't we all looking for signs from heaven or hell? Aren't we all just a little bit lost and a little bit needy a little bit naive? Aren't we all looking for that fairytale ending? Aren't we all looking for the beautiful start to go with a beautiful end? Aren't we all just a little crazy?
Me and the wife started out that way. Her and her crazy family ways from Arkansas to Tennessee. Me and my crazy thoughts and dreams from Texas by way of New York. When people ask us where we met, I tell them we never did. When people ask me how I felt when I saw her, I tell them I never have. When people remark that were insane, I tell them most definitely.
Much like the movie Lady Hawke at some time not necessarily twilight I turn into a beautiful hawk. And she turns back into the troll under the bridge. Wait a minute, is that right? Or is that the other way around? Anyway, one of us turns into a hawk and the other back into a troll to go under the bridge. One way or the other neither one of us ever really made good choices. So why should this be any different? Love is where you find it. Love is as deep as you dig it. Love last as long as you try.
But in our marriage I write the stories. So it's my pen that counts. And when I write it, it's beautiful! When asked what she does? I always have to say, everything else that's important.... She lives. She's always needed someone to need. I've always wanted somebody to want. And in this crazy dimension we found each other when I needed what she wanted. I've heard of a dimension where we never married because we never met. I bet you that's a very sad reality. And I'm glad I'm not there.
She is the Shining Stone of our relationship, with me the random Ray of light. Up's and Downs aren't a thing for us to worry about. Eternity with or without is not something we spend much time thinking on. Maybe in that other dimension. But here we know we have now. And we know no matter which one changes. No matter which one flies. Our love, we found it. Our love is deep. And it will be here as long as we try.
Because here she dances. And I write. She lives. And I dream. And every day at some time one of us turns into a troll and goes back under the bridge. While one of us turns into a beautiful hawk and flies around. And when we come back together we sing. Because we've never met. And I've never seen her for the 1st time. And out of all the mistakes that I've ever made, marrying her is my beautiful start to go with my beautiful ending.
Our love is found. Our love is dug deep. And no one tries as hard as we.
Crazy? Definitely.
But aren't we all just a little crazy?
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Story requested by my wife in another dimension, Voo Shining Stone Ray. The one in this dimension is far too crazy to ask. Lol
Dimensional ode, nice 🤗
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DeleteJay Ray, what on earth am I gonna do with you!!!???? lol
ReplyDeletemy wife in another dimension.........!!!!!!! 🤩
I'll have to peruse and ponder over this for several millenia
so I fully understand it and all it's overt and covert implications.
(As well as it's glaring authoritarianisms (I will be the Story teller
and She will do the Living!) Say what!!!????
While it is at once, romantic and beautiful beyond any otherworldly
girl's earthly dreams....it is a fairytale and fantasy mixed with reality
and masculine objectives that might lead to contension at some point
or another.( ie: that former point I made about us killing one another
within days of meeting.) We might, however reach some sort of compromise
(in that other dimension that you mention) it's more likely to take place
there than here........As my bluevineyard blog firmly states: I am First and
Foremost a Story Teller and I could no more give that up than breathing.
(Even for love of a male counterart of brilliant skills , talents, and wild double
entendres..........
**(a word or expression used in a given context so that it can be understood in two ways, especially when one meaning is risqué.)**
So you must first agree to allow me to be a Teller of Stories at least 3 and one half
days a week while you, yourself endeavor to live while I observe.....Or else, how
will I be able to write stories about you? And also, you must agree to read and love
the stories I write about you whether you agree with them or not. (And babe, we
KNOW you are Not gonna agree with anything I write, right????!!! 🙄😑 Are ya?
I-30, huh???? My crazy family ways, huh? You sure know a lot about a girl you
never met!!!!
Having said all that without actually saying much of anything...ahem....I am almost
persuaded to be enthralled by you and your own personal brand of craziness but alas...
I must needs wait until my divorce is final from my other husband from another
dimension. In that particular dimension...you are married to one another before
you are actually born and are married for at least 22 lives before you can even consider
getting a divorce and even then, only on the grounds of *&^%#$$@*&+!#+. I don't
really want to disclose what life we are on at present...but are you willing to wait for
me for however long that takes? I anxiously await your answer....Voo Shining Stone
(Stone is my married name, Shining is my maiden) Voo was bestowed upon me by
a quite unbalanced man with a long ponytail now residing in Angola Prison down in
Louisiana way. (cue the Aaron Neville music)
(How's that for a heckuva story, my ethereal fiance'??!!!)
(you better laugh, doggone ya!) 😊😬😝🤡🤭⌛🌹🌹🥜🥜🌺🍾🍺
I am definitely not playing the role of the Troll under the bridge! ha!
ReplyDeleteA poem collab written yrs ago by me and an exe.......enjoy
DeleteTROLL SONG
Fair Lady went for a walk last week
She took the bridge across the creek
The bridge was long and wide she knew
A place where soft winds always blew
But the sounds of the winds were different this day
She gave pause and thought that she could hear them say
There's more to this bridge then you have seen before
Perhaps you should listen just a little while more.......
So she sat down upon the pilaster wide
The one like the one on the other far side
She'd never sat on the bridge quite like this
In the sun by the creek with it's bounty of fish
But something caught her mind's sharp eye
She wasn't just sure what it was or why
For certain there was something that didn't quite fit
But it drew her there to stop and to sit
And then she froze, for a sound she heard
Where did it come from, the trees or the birds?
Nature was noisy but that wasn't it, though
And then she did realize: it came from below
She knelt to the boards of the bridge and did look
But she couldn't see anything, so some more time she took
For there truly was something down there under those planks
Was she scared, should she run or should she give thanks?
For under the bridge, the one on which she sat
Stood a troll in the trough, and he was all short and fat
And although it was dark and the weather was cold
The troll sang a song, and he sang it quite bold
The tune was familiar and yet it was strange
And it made her feel alive in her body and brain
She did not quite follow all that he threw
But something was different, that much she knew
Of a warriors brave heart and songs of true love
He even wailed of things up above
The troll couldn't sing; not a note was in tune
But he carried the thought and he sang of the moon
The lady was quiet and listened quite close
The words were so beautiful though the tune was verbose
The more words her ears heard, the truer they rang
The songs, they got better, the more that he sang
For the troll knew the meaning of all that was fair
He just couldn't show it, he just didn't dare
For out in the light where the people did live
He was not accepted, though he had much to give
His love songs were pure, his heart was so true
And loyalty sprang from his spirit she knew
But the world is all stuffy and full of its self
And a troll is a troll and cannot be an elf
And the trolls are for woods and the people for homes
Though they have love to share still they're always alone
So home she then went and for nigh on a week
She stayed in her castle and she thought of the creek
She still wasn't sure what to make of that day
Had she heard, really heard, what she thought he did say?
Or was she just dreaming and imagining the song
Of the troll who was sad and looked so alone
Then the day came and she went to walk in the wood
She went to the bridge where the pilaster stood
And looked through the planks at the creek bed below
She heard not a thing, though her ear she bent low
She couldn't decide, had he really been there?
Or was it the wind that had blown through her hair?
As she walked from the bridge to the creek's rocky edge
She listened and looked to the tree, to the hedge
But the troll, he was silent and not to be seen
And she wondered in her heart if he'd ever been
Were trolls really ugly, had she seen him that way?
Should she have spoken through the planks there that day?
Do trolls too, have minds, hearts, and dreams of romance?
What if she'd given him more than a glance?
What if she'd asked, ..Who authored your songs?..
And he'd replied, ..Why, I do Lady." Would that have been wrong?
For a troll and a lady, to find love to share
But she will never know for he's no longer there..........
🧔
©by Voo and D. Donson
Collab
Oct 2004
I left out a P !!!! Out of COUNTERPART!!!
DeleteI am mortified!!! Forgive the ommision.....
now look at that!!! I added an extra m to omission!!!
I must be delirious..................or is that delicious?
It's 3:42 in the a.m. and I doesn't know what I am saying.
DeleteSorry for the deletions. Could you please delete my deletions??
I like a nice, neat blog with no un-necessary clutter on it. You understand.
However I did re-read your whole monologue above
and it darn near made me cry! It's beautiful, man.
You got the heart of an eagle, the eye of a hawk
and the soul of a dove.....
I would love to see you do this on a Broadway stage.
Just you and a small spot light. You would bring down the house!
It's that good........bravo, Author!!! Goodnight and sweet dreams to a man
that hides his sweetness in a transparent bowl..........🤍
Well this is a tall order to comment to. From my consultations with my Spiritual/Padawan, advisor the Prophet Yoli I think it best that I set the stage.
DeleteA man who has just finished driving after reading comments all night. Spoke with his friend about everything. Still not sure how to proceed he waited. Now at the end of his night he lies back and smiles. He hits the record button on his software and speaks......
The only implications are that somewhere in some reality we realized what we are and we just got on with it and just got married problems and all. In some realities life is too short to worry. In some, love is too important to waste. And in some others if you're going to make a dumb mistake you might as well have fun doing it. LOL
As far as authoritarianism go some would read what I wrote as an, I play a minor part. As I wrote "She does everything else that's important." LOL but as I said this is what works for another dimension and as they recounted the story to me they are quite happy with it. But I understand what works in one dimension doesn't necessarily work in this one. There is nothing masculine about it.
I would imagine in this reality people tend to look for problems rather than look for truth. Being a pessimist I'm quite knowledgeable of that. Compromise in this and any other reality is always a plus. but I think in there's it's a given.
With all honesty I don't recall putting any double entendre in the retelling of the story. Trust me I would know. Double entendres can always be thought of and made up. But not necessarily the intention of the writer. In all honesty this is one of those times. LOL maybe you're getting me confused with David. Ha Ha ha
I agree with more that you say than you think. But I can't control anything you do. I think the two of them try less to control each other then they do to revel in each other.
I would have loved to have talked to you about the story behind the story. But alas we do not speak. And public cyberspace is not a good place to truly speak.
I envy James and Voo where they are. Infinite dimensions, infinite possibilities. I know the permeation can't repeat everywhere. but that doesn't mean a guy can't dream. LOL
I am laughing. This was cute. Your response was cute. And I hope the prophet approves of my reply. She is watching and she will scold me if it is not.
Voo, dear Voo, your iteration in this dimension tells me James has a lot to handle in his. But I can see why he does it. LOL
And I thought the troll song was pretty good once I got to sit down and read it. But the question begs, will you learn from it?
ReplyDeleteSi Jaime, lo hiciste bien😉🌝
ReplyDeleteI see the Prophet approves!!!! Felicidades, mi amigo
Deleteand potential mate in 3 dimensions!
Estoy impresionada con tu presentación!!!! ha!
You are a riddle hidden inside an enigma wrapped up
within a conundrum sitting on a hilltop in a Ray of sun
at the same time umbrella-less against a perpetual thunder
storm that rains on your hatless head and every possible
and probable conceivable scenario you can come up with.
Due to no fault of your own. It's just one of them thangs.....
I, too, have been a life long victim of "them thangs" and
have yet to discover a solution or reason or formula or explanation
or theory or scripture , medical, scientific, geometrical, rational
or fantasmagorical answer to any of it! It just is. Perhaps together
we can find that answer ot at least die trying........and you can write the
story while I tiptoe thru the tulips learning how to live and other things
I have yet to do.
https://youtu.be/uKE1svgKVGQ
https://youtu.be/s6JJ1qoS_0w
Lol
DeleteGood music.
good msic????!!!! good music!!!!!
DeleteThat's all you got to say?! sheesh!
Well, as for the Troll Song thingie....
I didn't really learn much from it but I gave
it a shot. ha! If you only knew the backstory to
this write.......geez. This guy and I were set
up on a blind date........I got to the restaurant first..ok?
I was sitting at the table all dressed up in my finery, waiting.
Right? Had high hopes. On the phone this guy had been so
sweet and nice. Told me he had been in a famous band that I loved, etc etc
In bounds (yes I said bounds, because that's what he did) He
bounded into the room, up these little steps to where our
table was and in one swift motion, he picks up my hand, kisses
it and sits down at the table breathlessly starring at me like
his eyes are gonna pop out. He blushes bright red and tries to smile.
I stare at him for what seems like an eternity and then I shake
myself out of my shock and I start looking around the room and
over his shoulder looking for my "real date" to show up laughing
at his little joke. I sit there. Waiting. Puzzled. Then it hits me! This
IS the guy!!! He is my date!!! ........... I tried valiantly to get my facial
expressions under control and find my voice but all that came out
was this little squeak. So we both took a drink of water and then
looked everywhere we could look rather than at one another and
then I pretended that none of that had just happened and we
ordered our food and when it came, the waiter nearly dropped his
tray looking first at me and then my date, then doing several double
takes and finally murmuring "H-H-have a nice meal." and backing away.
Now.......do I have to tell you in graphic detail what happened or do
you want to tell me??? This is a TRUE story.
LOL that is a beautiful story. But with the princess and the troll she regretted leaving things unsaid and undone only to find that she lost her chance. Did you learn from your own story?
DeleteI have said everything that I can. I have said more than one should stay in cyberspace. I learned the lesson of the story before I ever heard it. LOL
But yes honey that was a beautiful story
Wow. I didn't foresee That!!! lol Really? Beautiful? Really?
DeleteI was sure you would write the story in detail and I would be amazed
at your perception. Shoot! kinda disappointing, JR......Or is it that
you don't want to know the story even though it has nothing to do with
you?? Your readers might want to know....smile
You know....To my ever lasting amazement I get so many reads on my blog
and hardly any comments. Which is disheartening, of course as you well
know....but it makes me wonder...Who are all these people out there
reading me???!!! I may never know. I have over 55 thousand views now.
So, having said that, who knows all the people that are reading our stories
and finding them fascinating? Do you really care? I don't. As to the story,
which one are you referring to? The original collab by me and the guy or
the story of how I met the guy who wrote half the collab ? I'm curious.
You do know I am in the midst of a grieving process at the moment, don't you?
I am doing the best I can to stay upbeat and sane. Be patient with me, ok?
https://youtu.be/kzwlig6qU-o
https://youtu.be/gkJSGeLN90A
https://youtu.be/Pi6NCp-Dsr0
https://youtu.be/65MEU-2Afv8
https://youtu.be/hjOUWqP4ceM
Both of the stories for beautiful.
DeleteOur conversations tend to be intense. But only one of us is joking. So there's only so much more that I can say.
I said a thousand times there comes a time to put the keyboard down and pick the phone up.
As for the people who read and never comment. They are for yours. The world is full of them. You just get used to him. Like bugs that fly around flowers. They appreciate the flowers but they will not become part of the bush.
I believe I was probably referring to this little amusing bit of data
Deleteon your "resume" haha when I mentioned double entendres earlier...
I love double entendres, btw......I once taught the great puppeteer and
comedian Willie Tyler, what a double entendre was and he ha used that in his act ever since.
And I quote:
Skills are skills. Always being one to lay cards on table. On top of tables. Under tables. Leaning on tables. Propped up by tables. Skills are skills.
End quote. so there's that. Or do I just have a dirty mind? lol 😁🙄
I'd say you were 80% dirty mind 20% possibly right with a 10% Hit or Miss rating.
Delete....they will not become part of the bush........lord! you make me laugh!!! lol
Deleterofl............hey...I know we are intense. I'm drawn to intense people. Was just
discussing that very topic with a close friend of mine last night. And he reminded
me that intense people usually end up hurting one another intensely which is true. You know that. Yet how boring is life hanging around with shallow, giddy
people who never know when intensity is needed. Right?
I feel safe here. like this at the moment. Because I am one of the walking
wounded at present. My heart and soul is crushed and I don't know if I
can survive this emotional tsunami I am experiencing. I'm a funny lady but
I know you pick up on the under currents and fallen high voltage wires that
are lying all around me, not able to step over them or pick them up or
shut them off. Grief is a process and you have to go through it like Ms Kubler-Ross says and it's true. I am still in the Denial stage. Forgive me if I can't just skip to stage 5 and get over it.
(The five stages of Grief......, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief. By Elizabeth Kubler-Ross)
As we both know, divorce, even in "another dimension kind of sense", is worse than death and harder to accept. You've read my blogs, my poetry...you know
I love with every fiber of my being when I love and you know how I grieve
when I lose that love in whatever way. This love was special. Different. Supernatural. The kind you don't walk away from easily. The kind you live and die for.....
I do not know if I can ever let myself love like this again. I would like to think I can but I don't know. I'm just being honest. The wound is too fresh. But believe it or not...you are helping me get through this in innumerable ways
and I am very grateful for that. Please don't stop. You make me laugh. I need
that. I need knowing somebody out there cares. You know? I need this...
Hear my heart.
My god! I had no idea I was gonna get That intense!!!!! Good gravy! Whew!
Quick, dude, say something funny!!! Or amazing!!!! Or amazingly funny!!!!
geez louise. Voo
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James, you have my permission to delete any and everything I have
ReplyDeleteposted the last couple of days. I sound insane. I mean, I really don't
care if you do or not. I just don't want you to feel embarrassed or anything.
I'm just me. Real deal Holyfield. Maybe too real. Just'sayin' smile, Voo
Wow, I'd ask you what's going on but then you would have to tell me and this wouldn't be the place to do that. You hide behind a shell but it is just a shell.
DeleteI'd like to help. You know that. But for whatever reason you won't let it. So be it.
What you write doesn't embarrass me. You've been my inspiration for about three years now. You've been with me longer than you seem to remember. But I can't make you take a step.
There are people to fear and there are people to trust. I have the insight this time to know which is which.
Voo, dear Voo whether I do or not does bother you. Otherwise you wouldn't give me permission to press the buttons on my own site.
I enjoy writing about you for you over you. But I'm as real as they come. You seem to be in some kind of dreamy hazy other realm. But I'm here in this reality outstretched hand on a bridge being stood up on a date.
Voo, dear Voo it's not just you who needs something. And it's not just you to be concerned about. In another place somebody under a bridge called out and somebody flying high sings Low. they found each other because they needed each other.
You're blessed, you're fine, you'll live....
Bless you. And thank you for that. Yeah, I'm going through a really
Deleteba d patch right now. You have no idea. You know enough to know
I'm hurting, not hiding that. Of course I remember how long I've known you.
I was really thrilled to find something as goofy as me and fun to cut up with.
But I had someone in my life that I was head over heels about long before I met you. I was fighting it but I finally tore down my walls and let him in and it has been wonderful for the most part but I think it's come to it's very unbeautiful ending and it's killing me. I've been married twice but never felt like I had a husband. I hadn't married this guy yet but he was my husband
in every way. I have been totally committed to him but I had to pull away
from him. He forced me to do it. I don't want to do it but I must. I can't go
where he's gone in his life. Oh, I know it makes no sense. But you know how
much I love the Lord. He's my life and my salvation. I can't go down the dark path my love has chosen to go. I can't. I have just been so broken over this
and other things due to what's happening in this world. One thing piled on top of another. This is just the last straw on the camel's back. Someone stole
my debit card, cleaned out my bank acct., been very ill, family tragedies,
you name it. lost my jobs....my car. shall I go on? I think not. I need a miracle.
Sorry, didn't mean to say all that. I'm going to go now. Thank you for being
my friend. Goodnight. Voo
Go and rest tonight. There's a new battle tomorrow.
DeleteI'll take first watch
god, I love that. That's beautiful, man!!! 🤍
DeleteI figure from my vantage point of flying around I'll take the high ground for the night. I know it's hard for you to see down there under the bridge.
Deletevery funny! and I was just about to give you my email!
Deletethanks a lot!
Voo, dear Voo, what did I ever do to you? Lol
DeleteI told you I wouldn't play the part of the TROLL.
DeleteLol I find at least in my life you are often called upon to play a role that you did not originally choose for yourself.
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