What Survives of us is Love repost

 

What Survives Of Us Is Love

When all is said and done

And all is done and dead

It’s not the declarations shouted

Or hard thoughts in the head

It’s not the way we walked

And not the turn we took

It’s not how much we spent on shoes

Or how fashionable we looked

It’s not how long we waited

How strong the stance we stood

How many days we held the fort

Wondering if we could

It’s not the might or money

Our fall or rise above

But when we’re gone, one thing lives on

What survives of us is love.

©by Voo

July 3, 07

    Love Can Build a Bridge

Hope In small Things

 

Hope In Small Things

Life, like everything, goes round
On it's own terms
Spinning in invisible circles, moving
To unwritten, unheard music in God's head.

I guess I wanted it to be different somehow
For me to be somebody special
Like the people I see on the streets, maybe
Walking past me, talking to their friends.

I guess I wanted to know what it felt like
To be loved
To be treated every once in a while
Instead of tricked every bless'ed morning.

But nobody asked me
So I just make up my own life as I go
Music plays softly in the background of my soul
And sometimes I dance when nobody's watching.

I find hope in small things on occasion
Wisps of wonder, magic in motion
I thought someone almost smiled at me once
And I kinda smiled back behind my hand.

But it still feels like
I'm living somebody else's life
It's not working for me
Maybe it would work for you.

I'm not asking for the world
Just a taste of joy, a bite of happy
I could live on that for a thousand years
I could run off that till my feet fell off.

I'm starving to death
Pandering on these mean streets for love
Those hopeful moments
Come spaced farther and farther apart now.

But something inside me keeps whispering
Don't give up. Don't let this sorrow kill you
Keep looking for the small things that give you hope
For hope, like life, will surely come round again.

Oh, God, let it come round again.


©By Voo
December 30, 07

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Sometimes In The Morning

 Sometimes In The Morning

Sometimes in the morning

While the sun is still in bed

I lie and watch dream figments play

On the big screen in my head.

Sometimes in the morning

When the day begins to fall

I lie and watch the shadows dance

On the blank spots on the wall.

Sometimes in the morning

When I don't want to rise and shine

I think of you and your sweet smile

And wish that you were mine.

Sometimes in the morning

When the night is slowly dying

I wonder why I love you so

Without my heart even trying.

Sometimes in the morning

I crave your tender touch

And I put my arms around myself

But boy, that don't help much.

Sometimes in the morning

Before the alarm clock starts to scream

I  make myself fall back to sleep

To finish my unfinished dream.

Sometimes in the morning

I just lie there till it's gone

And waste the day thinking of you

Till the lonely night comes on.

And nights, they are the hardest

With no one to hold you near

I just lay there till the sun shows up

And wishing you were here.

Some time in the morning

On some day I can't foresee

I'm going to find you and make you come

Stay in this bed with me.

And we can watch the world go by

And the moon and sun above

Will come and go but we won't know

For we'll  be lost in love.

Sometimes in the morning

I think that's what I'll do 

Cause I'm so tired of lying here

Just dreaming about you.

©by Voo

Aug 29, 2019

4:48 a.m.

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