ONION SKIN

ONION SKIN



MY KINGDOM IS LIKE AN ONION
BELOW WHAT'S REVEALED ON THE SURFACE:
THERE ARE MANY PARTS, MANY LAYERS
LEVELS, GOING UP, GOING DOWN
MANY HIDDEN TREASURES
WAITING TO BE PEELED BACK AND CLAIMED.

YOU ARE LIKE AN ONION
MANY COMPARTMENTS, MANY SIDES, MANY THINGS
THAT MAKE YOU WHO YOU ARE
AND SLOWLY BY SLOWLY, I PEEL BACK YOUR LAYERS
REPLACING THE WRONG WITH RIGHT, THE POOR WITH RICH
YOURSELF WITH MYSELF
UNTIL WE ARE ONE.

THIS IS HOW I MADE THE WORLD
THIS IS HOW IT IS
SHALLOW PEOPLE RECEIVE THE SHALLOW
AND THE DEEP SEEK OUT THE DEEP.
IT'S ALL LAID OUT LIKE AN ONION
BITE INTO LIFE AND IT MAKES YOU CRY
BITE INTO IT AGAIN AND YOU ACQUIRE A TASTE
WHAT MAKES YOU WEEP GIVES YOU JOY
WHAT SEEMS TO HURT THEN GIVES YOU THE ULTIMATE PLEASURE.

MY KINGDOM IS LIKE AN ONION
AND ONLY THOSE WITH EYES TO SEE CAN SEE
ONLY THOSE WITH EARS TO HEAR CAN HEAR
ONLY YOU, OF MANY LEVELS AND LAYERS
MAY SEARCH OUT THAT KINGDOM WITH DETERMINED HANDS
AND WITH PASSION AND ENDURANCE AND SURETY IN ME
MAY POSSESS IT.

©by Voo
Feb 02, 2002
 12:15 a.m. 

a prophetic word
from the Spirit

IN THE CLAWS OF A COLD CRUEL NIGHT

The Way by Zack Hemsey

In The Claws

 of a Cold Cruel Night

(for the victims of the slave trade that is still going on

all over the world on so many levels even here in my own country)

Clasped in the claws of a cold cruel night

I battled to breathe and I struggled to fight

With the terror that hooked me and took me away

Far from the fire and the safety of day.

In the arms of the awful and hopelessly lost

To pay just a fraction of what my life cost 

And though I was broken, the merchandise, marred

There were some who were looking for the thing that was scarred.

And they circled around me, more vultures than men

Reaching and touching and reaching again

And I bit at their fingers and I hit at their eyes

And they laughed at my despair and crowed at my cries.

In the depths of the desert, in the forests, forlorn

Slave markets for creatures in feminine form

In cages of steel and ropes without pity

Taken from home and village and city.

For the want of a woman, for the need of a night

We were captured and hidden from rescuers' sight

By men who were soul-less and wanton with lust

They shattered our innocence, they destroyed our trust.

And we prayed to our fathers and we called to the sky

As we listened in silence to the scream and the sigh

Of our sisters before us in the tents of the knave  

Who gave in and gave up when no one came to save. 

I had long dreamed since childhood of a love of my own

A husband and children and a sweet little home

Living free in my country, loving free in the arms

Of a man who would love me and keep me from harm.

For my mother had promised he would come one fine day

Sweep me off my feet and would carry me away

To the dream and the passion and the joy of my heart

But the dream's dying in me before it could start.

I'm a child! I'm a child! I'm still young and not old

I am more than this flesh, I am spirit and soul

You can't buy me with money or own me as chattel

I am human and worth more than fields full of cattle.

My eyes filled with tears, I can hardly see now

They tell me to follow, they make me to bow

They pull on my hair, they bruise and they squeeze

Like traders at market with fruit ripened to please.

But the fire in my heart and the fight in my fist

Gives me courage to say No, I won't go like this!

You can kill me and burn me and throw me away

But none of you devils will own me this day!

And they laugh in their shock at the brave little girl

Who would dare to resist her sad fate in the world

Who would stand up to men who were greater than she

But worth more to God than they'd ever be.

Then the dark crawls to shadow and dawn suddenly breaks

And the traders and buyers and those holding the stakes

Are revealed in the sunlight and exposed in the light

Like insects, they go scrambling for the cover of night.

And a man in white clothing, reaches his hand to me

Pulls me to my feet and says,  Daughter, you're free

And an army of good men, like heroes so tall

Open cages and knots and gives freedom to all.

And my sisters and I, we rejoice and we yell

As they round up the men who had made us this hell

Who had kidnapped and caught us and bought us for slaves

Who would wish that they hadn't as they lay in their graves.

We are yellow and black, we are white and we're tan

We are equal in God's sight and equal to man

We are precious and worthy and worth more than gold

But are torn as we leave there with such holes in our souls.

In the trucks going home through the forests so dark

We embrace, giving thanks with our little girl hearts

And we wonder aloud about the good man in white

Who had reached out and freed us and faded from sight.

And we pray for the children and the victims like we

All over the world who just want to be free

From the tyranny of evil and the lust of it's eyes

For we know now there's someone who does hear our cries.

You're so brave! they all tell me, You stood up to the beasts!

But I smile saying nothing till their praises have ceased

For my bones had near melted as I'd stood and defied 

And in the arms of my sisters, I fell and I cried.

©By Voo

July 19, 2017

2:42 a.m.

I don't know where this came from......the story just fell into my fingers tonight and I had to 
write it down..

                   Liza, originally by Bill Withers....

                              a powerful cover that seems so appropos

Out of The UK Shadows stories

Out Of Shadows Hollywood


Out Of The Shadows official



https://dcdirtylaundry.com/pedo-paradise-uk-pedophiles-are-buying-gambian-children-for-2-60-for-their-sick-twisted-pleasures/

https://www.rutherford.org/publications_resources/john_whiteheads_commentary/the_essence_of_evil_sex_with_children_has_become_big_business_in_america



FINALLY!!!! A HAPPY ending to one of these horrible stories!!!!!
Praise GOD!!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMnm0f0d7OM

At last!!!!!!  The Sound of Freedom!!!!!

4

DANCES WITH BIRDS

Dances With Birds




Standing in the kitchen this afternoon
Wearing nothing but a white cotton T shirt
That barely covered the imagination
(It's 116 in the shade, dammit!)


I was making a chef salad
And pouring myself a tall glass of lemonade
When, from outside my window
I heard the scream of a bird
So loud and startling I almost said a bad word
What on earth was that? I thought
And finished the slicing and dicing,
Wiped my hands and pulled back the curtain.


The bird stood there on the driveway
It's wings held up in the air
In a kind of ecstasy
It's head raised up to the sky
It's little feet doing an impromptu
Crazy birdfolk dance
Paying no attention to anyone or any thing
It screamed again, not a bird sound
(Definitely not a bird sound.)


But then I noticed that all around the critter
Fell big fat liquid drops of rain
Rain! 
Real ThankGodAlmightyLetItRain rain!
Like we haven't seen in weeks
That we've needed here more than gold.


And I realized
That the bird was screaming in joy
Pure unadulterated joy
No one will believe this, I said out loud
But who cares? 
I dropped the curtain,
Took a big long drink of lemonade,
Looked around to see if the neighbors
Were watching......stepped outside....
And joined him in the dance.

Too Hot by Kool and the Gang


©By Voo
Aug 20, 07
4:30
based on a true event

AND THERE WAS ONLY



And There Was Only

The mist was gray and wet as dew

And there was only me and you

Walking there so close to dawn

With all the ink of midnight gone.

The champagne drained,

We laughed, wide-eyed

And dropped the bottle

Off the side.

We heard it splash

Into the water

And watched a gull

Go diving after.

All night, we'd talked

And sang and marched

Enlisted soldiers

With new-born hearts.

You quoted Rumi

From memory

And showed me things

The eye can't see.

And I, in turn

Like dervish, twirled

In ecstasy,

An entranced girl.

Until the bridge, 

Rose from the mist

And set the scene

For our first kiss.

The bells of London

Called to the day

And ran the ghosts

Of night away.

And still we stood,

Like statues there

Upon the bridge,

We didn't care.

For love is careless

When it is new

And "we" is born

From "me and you".

Like little children

That played a game

We had no worries,

We had no shame.

Tomorrow's worries

Tomorrow's shames

Could wait to find us

And learn our names.

(And oh, they would

And oh, we'd cry

And fight

Though love refused to die.

Through many years 

Of toil and pain

We'd yearn to be

Like that again.)

But this, our night,

And this our dawn,

Will live when all our lives

Are gone.

In memory and faded rose

In poems on pages faded blue

The bridge, the mist, the sacred kiss

And there was only me and you.

and there was only me and you.....

©by Voo

March 7, 2011

11:49 p.m.

THE GAME OF CHANCE

Play song with poem, it adds so much
Song to the Siren by George Michael originally

The Game of Chance

I was falling off the the mountain top

I was splashing in the sea

When there came a tiny nightingale

Who sang her song to me

I was drifting like a piece of wood

I was drowning in the deep

When there came a mermaid siren's call

That lulled me down to sleep

I was plunging to a watery grave

I was descending down to hell

When there came a fish that made a wish

And said he wished me well

I was fighting death with every breath

I was longing so to breathe

When there came a cup that raised me up

But the cup was like a sieve

I was clinging to the sides of hope

I was ascending to the sun

When there came a voice that gave a choice

And I quickly made the one

I was dying when I met her

I was living when she left

When there came the day she went away

And I plunged broken and bereft 

And I don't know how to say this

How to tell you how I felt

When she won my  heart in her game of chance

As I played the cards she dealt

I have been a weary traveler

I have been a tortured man

When my mountains crumbled at her feet

And I was buried in the sand

I have walked the lonely desert

I have swum the cold black sea

When the voices whispered to my soul

That love never wanted me

But off, now, I hear the nightingale

And I hear it call my name

And when the siren sings, I know that I

Will play her games again.

For what is life without taking chances

And what is love but breath?

When she reaches her hand to this man

I'll choose that living death

I have seen the other side of love

I have known what few will know 

When love smiles at me with sunlit eyes

To it's embrace I will go

Even if it starts to die

And the world goes dark again

When all is gone and I'm alone

I'll reach out to love again

I'll be falling off the mountaintop

I'll be splashing in the sea

And when the nightingale sings her lonely song

I will know she sings for me.

©By Voo

June 24, 2017

6:45 p.m.

inspired by the poetry

of the great Leonard Cohen