WALKING IN THE AIR

                         
        Play song while watching the snowfall!!

The Snowman film....enjoy!

                       

 

                                        SNOW BY LOREENA McKENNITT

FALLING my birthday poem,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Dec 30th..................

Falling

I fell in love the day I was born

Like Elvis said "one frosty morn"

A winter's day nigh the New Year

And cried to find myself dropped here

From clouds of Glory, to Earth I came

To earthly parents and earthly name

I came from Heaven to find a place

And all my memory of there, replaced

I grew to find myself misfit

And full of wisdom, woe and wit

Feeling never at home on this round rock

And searching ever, it never stopped

Falling in love in the abyss of a heart

Reading the end of the story before the story would start

Looking for answers in the eyes of a stranger

Trusting in fools and dealing with danger

Falling and falling and falling, I fell

Falling from Heaven and falling through Hell

Loving the unseen and hoping somehow

I've fallen forever and I'm still falling now.

©by Voo

October 18, 2004

 12:15 a.m.

GAINS AND LOSSES

Gains and Losses

In the game of life, we lose a lot

Much more than we gain

And spend half our time out of our minds

And the other, half insane.

Our columns add up in tiny measures

But the minus columns are long

We hum our tunes about the moon

And never learn the song.

We walk the streets with solemn feet

And pass people we could love

But we don't have the time, we are so blind

To needs we don't think of.

Stock markets rise, stock markets fall

And we throw our money down

And riches lose or poverty gain

We swagger like a clown.

He who dies with the most toys wins

The saying goes today

But the winner loses all the same

When he throws his friends away.

And lovers come and lovers go

And people pass from Earth

And living flows so very slow

Between the death and birth.

We poets write in dark of night

Our prose for other's hearts

We see the love that others share

And of which we have no part.

And after death our fame may rise

And our verses published be

But the adoration given then

Our eyes will never see.

For poets only feel the losses

The suffering and pain

We do not know the face of love

Or blessings ever gain.

But if Heaven waits beyond the veil

As a reward for our trust

Then all our losses will fade away

And blow away like dust.

Perhaps this life was never meant

To be a poet's paradise

But through the preaching of our prose

Save other men from vice.

I cannot say, I do not know

I only know I yearn

To lose the losses and gain the gains

And to share what I have learned.

©by Voo 

Jan 6, 05

CHRISTMAS EVE BLUES

Christmas Eve Blues



I spent my Christmas Eve 
Reading a book called
" Going Crazy"
And wondering if someone had snuck in
 While I wasn't looking
And written down my life story.

There on each page was a little tidbit about me
A little insanity, and a lot of sadness
I turned off the t.v.
' Cause every channel was showing fireplaces
And families and egg nog and Hollywood happiness
Tied up in red ribbons. It was absolutely depressing!
How can happiness bring you so much pain?

The frozen snow lay outside my windows like a blanket
And I watched the little birdies ice skating over the yard
In search of hopeful bread crumbs
The phone didn't ring
 And I knew it was you not calling
That's alright, I didn't expect any calls
I stopped expecting things years ago or allowing myself
To believe in Santa Claus or.... love.

The cat curls up beside me 
And purrs like a furry, little rowboat
His own feline way of telling me he loves me
And that he's glad to be in my presence........
Thank God for love in any form, I suppose.
(Sigh)

©by Voo
December 24, 2004 
12:30 a.m.

I WAS BORN WITH WINGS

I Was Born With Wings

I was born with wings that were clipped from my young shoulders

After running wild and free on this grim earth

After two or three years of flying and living

Innocent and unconcerned with terrestrial things and human pain

The loss of my wings brought me anguish

And sorrow and heartache and terror

That would shadow me the rest of my life

And never let me know that taste of freedom again

Feet cannot be compared to wings

Feet can only run, they cannot soar

They cannot take you high above the clouds

Of despair and over and beyond the awful things

That wait in darkness to grasp your soul

Feet cannot outrun the thing that runs behind you

Or crawls below you or slinks in front of you

But wings! Wings can lift you up and away

To heights untouched by life's tragedies and hell's demons

Wingless now, I can only run and run and run

Run toward Heaven, where I've been told 

My wings are waiting for me.

©by Voo

Feb 12, 2005

2:30 p.m.