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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Evangelist






Evangelist 



I don't understand. What do you mean?
How can I believe what can't be seen?
What are you telling me? What is your story?
What is this thing you're calling glory?

Explain to me. Preach me a sermon
Don't shout down to me like I am vermin
Tell me the truth but tell it simple
And don't touch up your hair and flash your dimple.

I'm just a human. I'm just a child
Of man and street and I've run wild
Nobody's told me the way to live
They taught me to take and not to give.

And you're on t.v. and preaching fire
And calling me up out of the mire
But I don't know the way to go
I'm worldly and wicked and I don't know.

Come talk to me like I am a man
And not a number and nameless, I know that you can
Come sit down beside me and let's share a meal
And maybe I'll tell you the way that I feel.

Come learn of my life and learn of my losses
I'm not trash in the street like somebody tosses
I'm real and I feel and I'm searching, it's true
And maybe I'm finding my answers in you.

So teach me the lessons you've learned the hard way
And ask me to listen and I'll try to stay
But don't treat me like cattle on a slaughterhouse line
I've a heart and a brain and a soul and a mind.

You tell me about Jesus and you tell me He cares
Then you run away fast like you were never there
And I'm left with more questions than your answers were told
And I'm left in my loneliness and my hunger and cold.

I want to know the meaning of life, I want to know the truth
I want to know this God you serve but you can show no proof
You run me down your assembly lines and tell me I am saved
Take my money and take my time and say "I'm glad you gave."

Nobody's told me the story yet 
Or introduced the Man
But told me He loved me and would meet my needs 
While you took what I had from my hands.

And told me to pray, not showing the way
And smiling that evangelist smile
And jumped in your limo and told your driver to go 
And dazzled my eyes with your style.

I need somebody to take the time to make Him real to me
I need somebody to open my eyes and teach me how to see
I need somebody to touch my heart and take me by the hand
I may be lost, far from the Cross but I am still a man.

Evangelist, tell me, what do you believe?
What tricks do you have hidden up your sleeve?
What magic can you produce in the dark
That can make Him appear and come into my heart?

I am not mocking, I want to know
I've seen so much of vice and woe
And I've been seeking something that's true
And maybe God sent me the truth in you.

But if God is real
His love I will feel
And if His love is true
Let me see it in you.

I've seen enough hypocrisy
Lying wonders, false humility
I've heard the lies, I've heard it all
Do you hear me now that I call?

Is my soul important? Do you see my face?
Am I to be forgotten when you leave this place?
I'm coming to you and I'm asking you now
To help me to find God, can you show me how?

Oh, next time in town, you'll look me up then?
And you tell me to be good and repent of my sins?
You give me a Bible and you hurry to lunch
And I wonder if you know God but I have a hunch.



by Voo 
April 26, 2004 
12:30 a.m.
COPYRIGHTED

December, To Me







December, To Me


Sad month
Month of loss, not joy
Month of birthdays
And growing older
Month of promises
Never kept, never kept.

The most sorrowful time of the year
For people with no families
Or families that do not love them
Families on t.v.
Making you look at your barren heart
And silent home
Full of emptiness.

Decembers used to be wonderful
When I was a child
And didn’t know that parents lied
About things that children were led to believe
That there was no Santa and no chimney
For him to come down
Even if he did exist.

It was lies, all lies
And especially………
When they told you they loved you
And then proved they didn’t.

I stopped believing when I was eight or nine
And have had a hard time believing in anything
Since that horrible night
When I was punched in the gut with the truth.

I tried so hard to believe
And to pretend that it didn’t matter
That nothing was real
I tried to make up a whole world
Just the way I wanted it to be
Every December for a long long time.

But in the end, I couldn’t hold onto the illusion
I had to let it go
I let it go that December eleven years ago
When I found out that fairytales never come true
Even with pearl white snow on the ground
And a full moon in the sky
December became to me, forever imprinted on my heart,
The month that good things died
Even as it stood as the month of my birth.

I still love snow
I still love babies
I still love laughing
I still love the moon
I still love love
And every now and then
I let myself gaze into magic
And starlight for brief moments at a time
Before I blow it into prisms of shadow
And watch it fall between my fingers.

I am a child that never grew up inside
Because I was born old
But not by choice
I am a child that never had the chance
To taste true love or feel it touch my face
Because it was always hidden behind a mask of lies
And to this day, I don’t know what it feels like
To be truly loved for more than a moment
Because that is all I have ever been allowed to have
Before the rug is pulled out from under me again.

December is the end of everything to me
The end of the year, the end of dreams
The end of hoping that the new year will be different
From the year before
And it never is, it never is
Every December I feel less needed
And less loved than I did the year before.

Which is funny
Because I love life
I love running and playing
And dancing in snow and rain
I love giving and gifting
And watching the eyes of others light up
When I show them my love
And my thoughtful gift.

And then they are gone
And I wish that I had somebody
That loved me the way I love them
That I had a friend
Exactly like me
That cared for me the way I care.

But December comes
And all those dreams go out the window
With the promised snow
That almost never comes anymore
To cover up the sad brown fields of my life
Instead it comes in with hope
And goes out with hopelessness.

I love friends
I love family
I love sharing myself with others
And helping the helpless and homeless
I love the idea and the ideal and the myth
Of a world with peace on Earth and goodwill to men
But I do not love December
And now you know why.






©By Voo
December 23, 2012
2:17 a.m.


Tuesday, April 21, 2020

People Made Of Love






soundtrack for piece






People Made of Love


I sit here waiting for the man that I love
The stars are shining in the night skies above
The moon is hanging just over the hill
And all of the world is silent and still.

My love throbs inside me like the beat of a drum
Waiting for him and the moment to come
When my eyes fall upon him and his eyes meet mine
And he kisses my mouth with his own, sweet as wine.

These are moments I cherish
These are moments of bliss
His dark eyes full of passion,
His mouth burning kiss.

I will wait for his shadow to fall upon me
I will wait for his eyes to acknowledge and see
I will wait for his hunger as hungry as mine
To make it's need known, to show me it's sign.

And there in the darkness when the whole world is still
I will give myself to him, I will bend to his will
I will stand there before him with my candle and spark
And we'll love like before and we'll dance in the dark.

He's a phantom and ghost
He's a thief in the night
He's a mythical man
That only lives in my sight.

I conjured him up one night in my mind
And I created him from my own special design
And I loved him to life with my need and my want
And gave him my heart to dwell in and haunt.

And he lives there in shadow, a spectre and myth
The man that I long for and want to be with
Just a thought in my brain that I breathed into form
That took on flesh and blood with no need to be born.

They might say I am mad
And they may rightly think so
But the man that I made out of love
Doesn't know.

He's as real as I am
And I will always be
But what only I know
Is that my lover made me.

He made me of dreams and wishes and wants
And gave me his own heart to dwell in and haunt
And we met in the darkness when the full moon was bright
And we clung to each other and we danced in the night.

And when morning had come with it's bright yellow sun
The night fled away and we two turned to run
For we couldn't exist in the exposure of day
And we held hands there tightly as we faded away.

 But we met soon again
When the white moon was full
And the forces of wanting
With their pleasure and pull.

Drew us back to the yearning
And to love's glowing spark
To take form out of shadow
And to dance in the dark.

I don't know if forever is a word meant for us
We who don't know of breathing or heart beat or pulse
We are creatures of dreams, substantial enough
To take form for short moments
Though we're made out of love.

People made out of love
And magic and dream
Not made like mere mortals
Who are just what they seem.

We are haunting and haunted
And we know of none else
I am created by him
And he sprang from myself.

And now I sit here waiting for the man that I love
Again to appear with the full moon above
The passing of time is a blade that cuts sharp
For people like us that exist in the dark.

We didn't learn how to hold back the time
I just wanted his love and he wanted mine
So we conjured and created but something went wrong
And our moments are magic but they do not last long.

Perhaps one day we'll learn that trick
From magicians who are much more clever
And my love and I can live and love
And dance here in the dark forever........................





©by Voo
June 3, 2019
10:56 p.m.





The late Eva Cassidy,,,my favorite female singer



Peaceful Oasis




Philippians 4:7

                                                                                                                      And the peace of God,
                                                                                                                  which passeth all understanding,
                                                                                               shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. 












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