I Don't Have Anything

I Met a Man Who Had No Heart

I Met A Man Who Had No Heart

I met a man who had no heart

Inside his manly chest

There was no organ pumping blood

Or beating in his breast.

Oh, he was normal, all in all

From outside looking in

From head to toe you wouldn't know

The void so hidden then.

He smiled at me and I smiled back

And his smiles seemed to me, gold

But later on it dawned on me

That all his smiles were cold.

His lips, they said the lovely things

A woman loves to hear

But no comfort gave me in the dark

But only brought me fear.

So innocent, I gave my love

And he took it and departed

I met a man who had no heart

And who left me broken hearted.

   

© Voo 2007 



Heartless by Justin Nozuka

Give Me A Reason

Give Me a Reason



Give me a reason, girl
To lay this dagger down
Give me hope and help me cope
To live above this ground.

Give me a reason, baby
To go on with my life
Pour some joy on this blue boy
Whose mind is filled with strife.

Give me a reason, sister
If a reason you can give
Make me wait till morning
Make me want to live.

Give me a reason, sweetheart
To do myself no harm
Tell me that you love me
And take me in your arms.

Give me a reason, lover
To throw away this knife
For I will die before I see
You be my best friend's wife.

©by Voo
May 13, 07 
9:30 p.m.

Turning Twenty-Two

Turning Twenty-Two

Yeah, I turned twenty- two today

And I didn't know what to do or to say

How to act or how to feel, if this was it, if it was real?

If I should rejoice or just lament about the money that he'd spent.

I sat with my father and that made him glad

For so very long now he's been so sad

And everything seems to just make him mad

But me and my birthdays and poetry.

There was a cake, there was a dish

I blew out the candles and made a wish

I wished for a life that was happy and free

And that things could go back to the way they used to be.

When I was a boy and life was a game

Of long summer days and walks in the rain

Of puppies and kittens and laughing till crying

And there was no such thing as divorce or dying.

I remember those days and they make me smile

As I visit my childhood and forget for a while

How different life is now and how lonely it seems

When compared to the world that I live in, in dreams.

I turned the Big 2-2, twenty two today
 And my friends all teased  me and called me "Old Man" and such

And the presents were nice

And I admit I was touched.

But for some reason I felt old

And not young anymore

And I felt I had walked through a no-going-back-door

And that I had set foot on a far away shore............

As I looked at my father,
 Being brave, though bereft

I looked into his sad eyes..........

And I saw myself.

©by Voo

For Daniel

different isn't evil

different isn't evil

different isn't evil

necessarily bad

or to be shunned

excommunicated

or banned into oblivion.

why do we tend

to think in those terms?

draw back in fear

at the conspicuous?

cover our eyes and retreat?

everything's odd

in this life

everything's bizarre

to an outsider

who does not understand.

who's to say

what's normal

or not?

and what is normal

in a strange world?

i look at people

and i see myself

i dive in shallow

and i see depth

for i am different.

though they look at me

as though i were not from here

and turn away

as though they perceive

that i am dangerous.

different isn't evil

for the world would be

an evil place, if true

and God would be evil

for creating it.

but in His eyes, it's lovely

it's special and wondrous

and beautiful in a thousand colors

different isn't evil

it's just different.

©by Voo

Aug 5, 07

5:45 p.m.
(who is definitely different)