Third World Best Reggae Band ever

So glad I got to see them

in concert here 

Try Jah Love
by Third World


Fret Not Thyself
by Third World


And the Ultimate
Third World jam
Now That We Found Love!!!!!!!!

I love reggae music and have gone

to many reggae festivals 

Get Your Own Kitty!!!

 

Words of Wisdom....Live a Balanced Life........

 

peek-a-boo!!!!!!!

Something Wicked This Way Comes (scary oldie from Voo's Vaults)

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

Something wicked this way comes

I can feel it in the air 

Something evil prowls the darkness

And the blind and deaf don't even care.

  

Something awesome in it's horror

Something shining but not of gold

Something monstrous in it's purpose

Something new but ancient, old.

Running slyly like the wolf

Gathering strength on silent feet

Searching for recruits for battle

Looking for men's hearts for meat.

Can you feel it in the heavens?

Can you feel it in the ground?

Can you feel it in your spirit?

Something wicked falling down.

Beware the prophet who preaches peace

Beware the teacher who teaches lies

Beware the beast who seeks the saintly

Devouring souls and closing eyes.

Something wicked this way comes

In dream and daylight, night and noon

Descending terror, pain and plunder

To darken the sun, shut out the moon.

Be not deceived, the day is evil

The star that falls is not a star

The days of peace are gone forever

The  earth has given birth to war.

©By Voo Shining Stone

Mar 3, 2017 at 12:09 AM

Moon of Red

Moon of Red 

Moon of red in a midnight sky

Omens of life sent forth to die

Cries of passion, cries of fear

Drenched in drops of rain and tear.

Where comes the night that has no day?

Whence comes what takes the dream away?

Who hears the voice of voiceless plea?

Which pours from lost ones just like me?

I ponder as I sit beside

The pool of tears from all who've cried

I wonder as I think on this

As panthers prowl and serpents hiss.

I do not know nor do I care

If there's a reason for me there

For reasons come with every task

And mock before you even ask.

The screech of owls, the rustling leaves

The sighing of the soul that grieves

The sounds surround me sitting here

And fill me with the feel of fear.

Higher now, the moon of red

Swiftly rises above my head

The air, electric with ethereal breath

Inhales life and exhales death.

And those who know the plot and plan

The few, the remnant of mortal man

Reach out to grab what's blown apart

And hold it tightly to their heart.

Trailing my fingers through the pool of tears,

I bend to watch my reflection appear

The red moon has tainted what in sunlight was fair

But alas, no reflection of my sad face is there.

Just a red moon, a red pool,

A dark sky of black

I'm afraid and I cry out

But get no answer back.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Oct  26, 2020

9:28 p.m.