Vision In The World Of The Blind

Vision

 (In The World Of The Blind)

Peering through the darkness growing

I saw the forms of men

Running in the black winds blowing

Their banners raised for sin

Rounding up the innocents

Rallying the troops

Separating goats and lambs

To isolated groups

Whistleblowers silencing

Preachers preaching truth

Scandalized and smeared with lies

Without an ounce of proof

I saw the evil rising

To rooftops and to sky

Spreading chaos through the land

As the blind embraced the lie

Oceans full of grief and greed

Sweeping out the earth

Bringing death to young and old

That never knew new birth

Bullets flying, children crying

Blood running in the street

While drug cartels, the spawn of hell

Walked by on spotless feet

Politicians shaking hands

Making dirty deals

Bought and paid for in back rooms

From power broker shills

Taking from the average Joe

Taking from the salt

Of earth, those good and godly folk

Whose souls cannot be bought

And in the penthouses of the world

Sipping cold champagne

The idol makers strategize

To give their puppets fame

(It's all about the wealth and gold

It's all about the choice

To let them tell you what to say

While they use your voice)

I saw the wars on paper planned

The calculated death

The skies so full of chemicals

You could hardly draw your breath

Marching to the hospitals

Begging for the drugs

I couldn't tell in that sick hell

The housewives from the thugs

Plans and schemes and shattered dreams

Lay scattered on the ground

While hope went up in ashes

And hopelessness came down

And men in thousand dollar suits

Tore down the nations' borders

And bowed before the entities

From which they take their orders

I saw there in the Spirit's light

The plan of old so clear

I felt the cold breath on my neck

The Devil stood so near

Like ants beneath his feet are men

Disposable, obtuse

He drains their souls, throws them away

When there is no more use

I saw there in the darkness growing

From sea to shining sea

Demon and man work hand in hand

And I know that they saw me

They saw me see the ancient Plan

They saw me grasp their dream

They saw me raise my righteous fist

They saw me and they screamed

And in the darkness a multitude

Of lights blinked on and blazed 

The Army of the Lord awakened

And their righteous fists were raised

I saw the enemy scatter then

Like insects in the light

The Devil's plan undone, unwon

As the blind received their sight.

©by Voo

April 24, 2006 

(I do not know why God lifts up

The veil to me sometimes

Some days I beg Him to shut my eyes

And let me, too, go blind

I know there’s others in the world

That see the things I do

But you can’t go back to a life of lies

Once you’ve seen the true) 

SUNDAY NIGHT- FALL BACK- MIGHTY SAM- CHANGE THE TIME BLUES (well, it's Saturday night this year but hey...)

start music now. yes...Now

Mighty Sam McClain
When the Hurt is Over

"Sunday Night- Fall Back-Mighty Sam-Change The Time- Blues"

Raining.........

Six o'clock

On a Sunday evening

Or it would be

If the dadblamed government

Would stop changing the time on us!

Hell, I was late yesterday

When it was actually six o'clock

How can I keep from being late today

When it's only five???

Damn. Damn. Damn.

(Sorry, Lord)

But You know how I get

When they change the time on me......

I get frustrated and mad

More so than usual

But You already know that, don't You?

I am truly a mad woman

In every sense of the word.

I went to a concert last night

The sweetest, bluest, broken-hearted-est

Lonely singer singing the most gorgeous

Soft, down and dirty, fact of life songs

You ever heard

At least when you could hear what he was saying

Over the crash and tumble of beer bottles

Falling down those crazy steep tiers

Of the auditiorium that made me think

Of some kind of M.C. Escher drawing

Lord, forgive me

But I was almost wanting and waiting

To see someone go head first down those tiers

Into rock and roll Hell

I just didn't want it to be me.

Mighty Sam, Mighty Sam!!

You're tearing me up, son

But I can't stop listening to you today

Your blues stained voice is the perfect soundtrack

To the way I feel

And how is that, you might ask?

I feel like kicking something.......

I feel like punching somebody.....

I feel like crying and screaming

And making love to somebody

Is that too much information? Sorry.

No, I'm not! Why should I be?

It is what it is.

I had almost stopped writing

I don't know why I'm writing now

Maybe I need to..........

Vent, rant, rave, yell, pray

I don't know

I feel crazy a little bit

It was cold while ago, now it's hot

The weather can't make up it's mind either

Evidently..........

How do you expect me to make up mine?

I just want to sing and dance

In any kind of order at all

And not any specific kind of song and dance

Just as long as it's with someone I like

And someone that likes me

But there doesn't seem to be anybody like that

Around right now

Dammit!

I sure am cussing a lot today, ain't I?

Does that mean I'm a bad girl?

Or a good girl feeling bad?

The crazy thing is that I am actually feeling good

So why am I feeling so bad?

See? I told you......

It's that damn time changing thing!

It makes me crazy

It makes me confused and lost

In need of being found

And I couldn't even go to church this morning! 
'Cause my damn car is broke down ......again

Just got it out of the shop last week

And towed it back in to 'em yesterday

That car hates me

Hates me cause I won't wash it

And I won't wash it cause it won't run!

Stupid car.

Stupid life

Stupid government

Stupid time change!!!

The only good thing right now

I can think of

Is Mighty Sam McClain

Singing on the stereo

And really, he's already run his race

And is gone on up to Heaven

Where all good little blues boys and girls go

When they've run out of songs....and blues

That surely ain't me, is it?

I am just full up with songs and blues

And frustration and mean madness

And Snicker Bars and papaya juice

And a long rainy night looking in at me  

Right now outside my window

Wondering why the evening news is on now

Instead of the real six o'clock?

(The night don't know neither.)

Well, I reckon that's all I got to say

Ain't nobody listening no way

But Mighty Sam

And he can't hear me so well

Where he's at on the other side of the sky

I wish he could

I sure would love to sing with him

Show him how it feels to really have the blues.....

Woman-kind of blues

The kind of blues no man would ever understand

'Cause let's face it....

Like Latimore said, it's usually a man 

That walks in bringing the blues anyway

Always acting like he don't understand....

But we know he understands 

Even when he plays dumb as a door nail

And innocent as the driven snow

He knows. He knows.

I'm sure it was a man

Who came up with this time change nonsense too!

No woman would do something that stupid

'Cause women have to get up at the crack of dawn

And cook and clean and get children out of bed

And get dressed and made up to look good

To some late rising man who never notices her anyway..........

Damn. There I go again......

Maybe I should go to bed and wait for tomorrow

Wait for tomorrow like I do everyday

Like I always will
And always have

And I'll get re-adjusted and fall in line again

And get my silly self straightened out 
Like Latimore wants me to

And all will be well again

In Heaven and on Earth

Until I get my heart broke again

And my car won't start

And I hear another blues song on a rainy Sunday evening

And the powers that be....who we all know are Not women..........

Will change the damn time again!

Sigh
dammit...........

©by Voo

November 4, 2018

7:22 p.m. or 6:22 p.m. or 5:22 p.m.
Who knows?

poor sad Voo
poor poor mean, mad
sad Voo

😒😁😜😆🤔😢😜🤔🤣🤣🤣

      

Latimore....... who wants to straighten out
what he made crooked in the first place.....

😜😜😜😜




EXTRA added bonus for ya!!!!

And the man I went to see in concert that night.....lawd have mercy!!!

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