Funny How Time Slips Away

There Will Come a Day

♦

There will come a day

I know

When all this heartache

And this woe

Will melt away

Like winter snow

And run

In streams of joy.

♥

There will come a day

I see

When nothing bad

Will torment me

And all the hell

That’ll ever be

Will be beneath my feet.

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There has been a day

My friend

When I prayed

For my life to end

When nights were spent

In deathly sin

And I had no mind

To lose.

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But then there came the day

That I

Looked at myself

And at the sky

And asked, Who made me?

And asked, Why?

And then I got the answer.

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There will come a day

Real soon

We’ll leave the earth,

Fly past the moon

And friend, that day

Can’t come too soon

That day is drawing nearer.

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♥

© by Voo

June 3, 2011

12:12 a.m.

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Looking

Looking

(the beginning of a journey)

Streets as dark as dark can get

Skies as black as blackest jet

I walk these hopeless paths and yet....

Keep looking, I keep looking.

There in the night, a distant light

There in the light, a dim lit sight

I run to see if I am right.....

For looking, always looking.

Too many times, too many days

I've lost my treasure, lost my ways

Grabbed hold so tight, they slipped away....

But continued looking, continued looking.

There is a place, I know, for me

And I will know it when I see

An oasis from this world, will be.....

If I keep looking, just keep looking.

My footsteps, slower now, with age

My life, words, on a yellowed page

My heart, a sad thing in a cage.....

Beats faintly, but still looking, looking.

Love, it calls my unknown name

Like taunting children at a game

Life, it changes, but stays the same....

And I go on looking, I go on looking.

Then up ahead, around a curve

A bright light rises from the swerve

And welcomes me with smile and verve....

And I stop looking, I stop looking.

(the ending)

Looking For the All Nite Cafe
by John Trudell

©by Voo

March 22, 08

3:50 p.m.

A Meaningful Life

Love's Rain

Life without love

Is an lonely place

A star with no shine

And no gleaming

Life without love

Is a bitter taste

A life muddled through

With no meaning

Life without love

Is a tiresome thing

Running in circles

In vain

But life, like a desert

Can bloom like a garden

When that dry dust

Is drenched with love's rain.

©by Voo

10/14/2020

This is a painting a friend did of me