When will I not love you
shall there be a distant flame
flickering beyond the warmth of
an Indian summer's sultry breeze
When will I not love you
will the sun rest on top of giant
umbrellas dancing heavenly
about sparkling shores
When will I not love you
shall the roaring tides rise
over broken sea shells
sending the tiny crabs back
inside hidden cubby holes
When will I not love you
will the standing vessels finally
set sail upon the calming Voss seas
cunning seduction banks of marigolds
from ancient good byes as new worlds
collides gleaming about sullen memories
When will i not love you when
Categories:
voss, muse, music, romance, sea,
Form: Lyric
Days grow dark
And seasons shorter
But as life cycles on,
We must hold on longer..
I've been to every point of the compass
Yet my mind is still a ruckus
Until I realized that inside, lies a love that is
If not of another's then one of my own bliss
Found out the hard way,..
inside my temple is my treasure cove
Even if it slumbers alone without a dragon to guard my gold
It still floats in my mind and wonders my dreams
as it roams
Waiting on love seems useless when I can love myself
A selfish vendetta it sounds, until one comes along that proves themselves
Inside I speak from perspective as inside there is no one else
Only fragments of the one one who gifted me with the ability
To put useless thoughts on a self
As outside I love and try to catch my breath
Until a real romantic endeavor becomes actually good for own health.
Happy birthday ?? Voss Stallen
Categories:
voss, anxiety, birthday,
Form: Romanticism
Jesus's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Will--
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the will
It was just so Jesus and cross
But he could never forget the till
That morning, Jesus encountered a will so chill
He had to calm himself with a moss
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the will
Later, Jesus was spooked by a drill
He tried to focus on a cos
But he could never forget the till
Mary said, the will wasn't that null
Said his mind had become too crisscross
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the will
Jesus took action like a spill
The will was like a toxic os
But he could never forget the till
Jesus nosedived like a sweet lull
His mind turned into a voss
Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the will
But he could never forget the till
3/6/19
Categories:
voss, analogy, destiny, devotion, jesus,
Form: Villanelle
when will i not love you
shall there be a distant flame
flickering beyond the warm air
of an indian summer's breeze
when will i not love you
will the sun rest on top
of giant umbrella's dancing
heavenly about sparkling shores
when will i not love you
shall the tides rise over broken shells
sending the tiny crabs backwards
inside hollow cubbie holes
when will i not love you
will the large vessels set sail
upon the voss banks of marigolds
ancient goodbyes as new worlds
gleams about sullen memories
will heaven and earth meet as one
while the brass trumpets sound
when will i not love you when
Categories:
voss, love,
Form: Chant Royal
GENTLY MY MIND PORTRAYED
AN EMPTY SADNESS WHILE I'D CRADLED
THEE NESTLED THOUGHT
LEAVING THE INFAMOUS BONDARIES
AWAITING THE VIEWING
OF THOMAS MANN'S QUIET SETTING
BETWEEN THE SOLID STRUCTURES
OF STILL RUNNING WATER SEEPING
OVER THE GOTHIC STONERY
THAT CARRIED SILENT WISHES
BENEATH THE FOUNTAINS CORE
TRAVELING BEYOND VOSS SHORE
WHILE CRAVING TATTOOED SMILES
THE UNSEEN GESTURES OF MINES
THROUGHOUT THE GALLERIES
OF INDUSTRIAL SOLITUDE
WHY I'D BEGAN TO OPEN PACKAGES
OF MEMORIES SAFELY TUCKED AWAY
BESIDE HOPE AND CHARITY
WHY I FOLLOWED MADNESS
CREEPING THROUGH THE FOREST AGAIN
AWAKENING SUDDEN EMOTIONS
BOTTLED I SUPPOSE GRAVELY
DANCING TO THE TUNES OF BROKEN
FOLKLORES TALES WHISPERING
THE SONG OF POVERTY CATERING
TO BAYOUS OF HASTE
WHERE SACRED GROUND OPENS
EXPOSING THE VALLEY OF DRY BONES
MY SOUL HAD MASTERED A QUICKENING
BALANCE A MEANINGFUL GATHERING
HOLDING ON TO COPENHAGENS
SECRET TUNNELS WHERE KOFF
DESIGNED BLUE PRINTS AND PATTERNS
CAPTURING MY EMPTINESS OF REMEMBERING
THE WHITE LAB COATS THE CRYING LAMBS
WRITTEN BY
YOLANDA NICHOLSEN
3/9/2013
FROM MY HOSPITAL BED
IN TAMPA HEART ATTACK
Categories:
voss, passion,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
mastered beyond
the industrial findings
of mi inner self
catered to above
the mistic beliefs
of folklores dainty crafts
and yet i'm alone here
atlast voss comes into view
Categories:
voss, places
Form: Verse
You are old I am young
You have love I have none.
"Look. Look at those flocks of birds emigrating south!
They’re escaping with regular wing beats, crying farewell."
Tomorrow would be a good day to die
Today a good tomorrow
Dying must be strange, nonsense life is strange
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
I never hoped you would accept an invitation to my farewell party
We wait for nothing yet nothing will come
Yes, like Fassbinder
Yes, like Veronica Voss
I owe my soul to the company store
Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com
Categories:
voss, art, death, nostalgia, passion,
Form: Ode
Unchain my heart from Kabilya
Unchain my heart, my amazigh son
You make me weep
You left to Algiers
And I dare not cry
You are on your way to Rouiba
Oh amazigh son
You awakened my soul
I am your Kahina, my love
I die a thousand deaths each night
Because you are not with me
I had to help you get to your people
They need you more than me
Know that I love you, Algerian king
Know that I cry for you each night
I love you, my Algerian
Speak to the skies of Algeria
Tell the skies and the mountains
I love you
I love you
Twahashtek Besef, ya oumri
Kathleen Voss Woolrich
Categories:
voss, introspection, loss, lost love,
Form: I do not know?