Better Dayz

Better Dayz something to cleanse the palate

Some
 of the songs that helped me hold on as I walked through the valley
of the shadow of death.........


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djhNEOJji-c

After The Rain by K2S


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nYigq_oTRz4

If I Didn't Have You  K2S

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUUB2WF5lkc

No Greater Love
(this guy sounds just like Tupac!)
(yes, I love RAP)


How Deep is Your Love
K2S


Sunshine by Priesthood

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G63YKyD1P3M

Sprinkle Me Love by Priesthood


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06AJqNSwCGU

Let's Stay Together by ETW (End Time Warriors)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9bPDQmhZLE

High Life by Priesthood  love this!!! check it out, Boo!


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkCjCs5KKhE

Keep Holding On by Bro Ig


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQAeTgrgVVs

Keep Moving by Priesthood and K2S



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTSbIRVGFrI

Unconditional love by MC Blvd


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZVNkwIhSGE
Ride Wit Me by T Bone  (MY Jam!)


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ljr_wZKMK4

TBone, Montell Jordan, OJays from movie wow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLkHygFqQno

This Is a Move   wow

Answers

Answers

O, ye of many questions

How thou dost annoy me

With thy never ending fountain

Of mellifluous, yet provocative

Interrogations and inquiries.

Lo, I am weak from illness

But more than that, from perusing

All thy probings

Of my cranial gray matter

And the subsequent headaches.

Alas and alack!

When God created thee

Out of the miry clay

Surely He didn't mean

To fill thy head with

This virtual multitude

Of endless questions.

But then He blessed thee

With so much of so many things

Not the least of which

Is thy charm and tenderness

Not to mention 

The sweetest lips in all of creation

And for that gift alone, 

I can forgive thee of all

Thy aggravations.

Indeed, my prince

And Knower-of-the-Unknown

I would venture to say

That with thy flowery prose

Of yesteryear

Thou would surely maketh

Even Keats and Shakespeare

Throw down their quills

And give up any notion of

Ever being a poet.

Not to mention discouraging

D.L. Lawrence to stop

In the middle of writing Lady Chatterley's Lover

And confess that he cannot compare

To the erotic mysterious odes 

To love and sex that thy hands

And imagination have wrought.

Indeed, again,

My wandering troubadour

Thy words are like a enigmatic road map

To unknown territories and unseen delights

Spread out over the page for me to follow

Not knowing if it is true what thou hast written

Or just the act of throwing words together 

With no thought at all but follow blindly I must.

And as to thy latest batch 

Of questions, questions, questions......

Asked by thyself and also myself

From the depths of my wondering heart

After much deliberation and sincere

Searching of soul............

I must give thee the answer to every question

Both large and small that thou hast asked

And it is simply this:

Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!

©by Voo

May 3, 2019

3:15 a.m.

🤡😜👀😍🤦‍♂️🤦‍♀️❤




Questions by Bamboo

Some Really Great Out Of The Box Music

Great Music is out there
If you just look for it.....

this is a good friend of mine, Gary Swan

me and Gary at a photo booth
cutting up



my friend Justin losing his mind
after losing his family

the same man after receiving his miracle

Indian country music?????
oh yeah


I love this so much

JT and Linda Make a Hit Record repost

Video I made of me and my friends making a recording
in J.T.'s home studio...........
It turned out better than this video but this was
fun to make. The black guy on the guitar in disguise
is a member of my family.
The radioactive pair singing is me and Chuck. Several shots of Linda
and J.T. and miscellaneous pics of people I do not know
but thought were funny.....
Filmed in upstate New York.
They recorded over 30 songs, some of which I wrote.

This is me and my buddy/prayer partner
Chuck as seen in the video. We are singing
a song I wrote at a church we used to go to,
My ex husband was also there that night in
the audience.........

Precious Things Broken

Precious Things, Broken

Like a jar of clay, cracked

My life has spilled out before you

Floods of tears have flowed like rivers

And still they do not stop.

Why, Lord? I ask and ask again

And You haven't deemed to answer

I look to see Your face

Where it's always been before.

And there is nothing but a shadow

Of the joys of yesterday

Nothing but a whisper

Of the love songs that were played.

Why, Lord? Why?

Why these endless tests and trials

These mazes with no doors?

These sad rooms with no floors?

Yesterday, I thought I'd won the battle

I thought I'd run the course

I thought I'd made You proud of me

I thought I'd get to rest.

And then without warning,

The sky fell down, the sea arose

The sun turned black

And nothing, nothing, made sense anymore.

Every time I grow up

I become a child again

Every time I am free

I become entangled with sorrow.

You know my heart

You know how I think and how I feel

You know who I am and who I'll never be

You know me, Lord! Don't You?

I thought I knew who I was,  at last

And where I was going 

And what I was going to do for You

But now I  see nothing and know even less.

How can a mortal die a thousand deaths

And still survive?

How can a heart keep beating

When it no longer has a life?

If I were an alabaster box, Lord

I could pour out

A fragrance fit to wash Your feet

But there is nothing in me now that's sweet.

I am a crushed red rose lying on a road

And all the enemies I ever had

Are marching over me, laughing

Taunting me, saying, "Where's your God?!"

And I'll admit: I don't know where You are

Not now, not since......this...this....test

That I have so obviously failed

Again for the millionth time.

Yesterday I had the faith to move mountains

Yesterday I had the fire shut up in my bones

Yesterday I had the tongue of a preacher

And my lips were as the pen of a ready writer.

But all the words are gone

Dried up like dust in an abandoned mine

And the spark inside me is so low

I can't even see it in the dark.

Lord, help me!!!! Hear my heart!

Give me back Your presence

And the safety of Your wings

I am tossed to and fro like a sparrow's feather.

A sparrow, that's what You called me

And that's all I ever wanted to be

A baby bird growing to maturity

Under Your care and the shelter of Your love.

I didn't think I could ever hurt like this again

I didn't think You'd ever allow it

But You did, You did and I don't know what to do now

I don't know how to feel because I no longer feel...You.

Are You watching me from somewhere up there in Heaven?

Are You putting these words in my mind

And making me write them down?

Or is this the only way I have to cry out to You?

Everything I have ever loved has been taken, Lord!

Every safety net has been pulled out from under me

Every thing I trusted in has stabbed me in the back

And every hope I had has fled away in destitution.

Why, Lord? Why? I thought the wheel had stopped

And I had been remade enough to make the grade

All those years of polishing, refinishing, refining

And yet here I am again in a pile of broken plates.

All those precious things..............

All the people I loved.....

All the prayers I prayed.....

All broken now and scattered to the wind, unanswered.

And even now, Lord, I love You enough to say

Let me come home, let me be where You are

Let me lay every broken thing in my life, in me

At Your feet, at the only place that they can be made whole.

©by Voo

Jan 20, 2015

12:55 a.m.


Falling Slowly by Brian Crain