Is It Wisdom?
When guidance is sought some would say all you have is ask.
While not all the answers will be given.
Some must be discovered, after a due given search.
To give up, is to admit living was a lie.
What is the one thing we all seek and try to defy?
That we will eventually die.
We have our blessings and our curses.
A voodoo doll, or miracle is not needed.
A continuation of all things large and small.
Looking through a rose covered glass ball.
A layer is peeled to only be repeated.
With history forever synced.
A musical with the same beat.
It's importance is not yet really seen.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Voodoo Doll
You haunt my room in the dead of night
I see your face in the firelight
Your hungry kiss I can't forget
But I won't give it to you yet
You got moves make a good girl sweat
You won't catch me in your net
You work your magic on my blues
But I ain't no slave for you to use
I won't beg and I won't crawl
I won't be your voodoo doll
Baby I won't be your voodoo doll
Stirring up a potion of colors
Making me crazy
You got something I can't leave alone
Shaking me
Tremble...you're calling me baby
Heaven help me turn my heart to stone
Hey moon man - don't shine on me
You are dnagerous company
I got treasure in my chest
And the price is high for all the rest
Ain't no snake inside my wall
I won't be your voodoo doll
Baby I won't be your voodoo doll
song performed by by Heart from Desire Walks On
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Sonnet: God Decides Our Earthly-life
I sought a dollar, got a penny just;
I sought a penny, found dollar instead;
I sought a lover, got a load of lust;
I sought but lust yet, got a soul to wed.
The things we seek, don't happen in our time;
The things we search are found neither our way;
The things we see, we cannot always mime;
The things we want, we get some other day.
Man's labour long and plans evade fruition;
God's blessings come just like a waterfall;
The ways of God defies any diction;
He cares for all creatures mighty and small.
Our patience gives us success or defeat,
A man who's blest can walk life-time bare-feet.
poem by John Celes
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Mean Old Man
If I look like a mean old man thats what I am
If I look like a mean old man thats what I am
If I look like a mean old man
Wholl do you any way he can
To break your heart and kiss your hand
Thats what I am
And if I look like a good old friend thats what I am
If I look like a good old friend thats what I am
If I look like a good old friend
Whos good at bending with the wind
To be your friend right to the end
Thats what I am
Chorus:
And if I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll
Who takes his licking standing tall
Whod rather bite you back than crawl
Thats what I am
If I look like your uncle bob thats what I am
If I look like your uncle bob thats what I am
If I look like your uncle bob
Who likes to slap you on the back and rob you
While he still can do the job
Thats what I am
Chorus:
And if I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll thats what I am
If I look like a voodoo doll
Who takes his licking standing tall
Whod rather bite you back than crawl
Thats what I am
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Voodoo Dancer
What kind of person lives behind that face?
Inside your midnight eyes I'm staring into space
I don't understand
What kind of man do you think I am?
I'm falling out of control
You took my body and you tore out my soul
I don't understand
I'm just a simple man I am
I am
I don't really give a damn
You take me just the way I am
And only I have the answer
I'm not owned by Uncle Sam
And you're still guessing who I am
I'm your voodoo dancer
Voodoo dancer
Consider my feelings just one time
I've done my sentence even though there was no crime
I'm an innocent man
I should have learned to walk before I ever ran
I'm still running
You never know the secrets that I have inside my head I'm clever
My crystal ball it tells me all the things I wanna know forever
Now I'm feeling the emptiness inside still concealing
All the things I tried to hide forever
I don't understand
I don't really give a damn
You take me just the way I am
And I have the ultimate answer
I'm not owned by any man
And now you know just who I am
Yes I'm your voodoo dancer
Would you like to come and play in my fantasy?
There'll be no one there baby, just you and me
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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We Need Inspiration
What do I do now
NOT KNOWING WHICH WAY IS UP
Where do I go from here
What do I do
What can I do
WHEN I DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT ME
BESIDES MY NAME AND EVEN THAT
SUBJECT TO CHANGE
So what do I do
I AM LOST CONFUSED
PRAYING THAT SOME ONE
MAY HELP TELL ME WHO
I AM AND WHERE I AM FROM
GUIDANCE IS ALL I NEED
NO NOT GUIDANCE
GUIDANCE IS
A EUPHEMISM FOR DICTATORSHIP
I WANT TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS
BUT HOW CAN I WHEN I DON'T
KNOW UP FROM DOWN
I AM JUST MEANDERING THROUGH THE WORLD
HOPING THAT I MAY SOMEHOW
COME ACROSS SOMETHING GOOD
BUT WHY GO SEARCHING
I COULD MAKE SOMETHING GOOD HERE
BUT what and how
WITH NO IDEA WHAT
DIRECTION UP MAY BE
SO I SEARCH NOT FOR THE GOOD STUFF
BUT THE INGREDIENTS YOU NEED TO MAKE IT
AS IF IT'S SOME EXOTIC RECIPE I SEARCH HIGH AND LOW
NOT KNOWING WHICH IS WHICH
NOT KNOWING WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR
OR WHAT I AM LOOKING AT
AND THEN IN DESPAIR I CALL TO GOD
FOR INSPIRATION
AND REALIZE THAT IS ALL I NEED
ALL I HAVE EVER NEEDED
ALL ANYONE NEEDS
ALL WE NEED IS INSPIRATION
AND ALL OF OUR WILDEST
FANTASIES WILL COME TRUE
Miracle
Its taken much too long
To get it right
Would it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
And all you really need
Is everything you could never be
And so youd give it all
For a miracle
Chorus
Is there a trace
Inside her face
Of a lonely miracle
And so you wait
And lie awake
For a lonely miracle
You never really know
What it is
Not until it goes
And if it comes again
Its a miracle
But what you miss is love
In everything below and up above
And could she bring it all
A miracle
Chorus
All you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
And all you wanted was a (miracle)
All you needed was a miracle
A miracle
Its taken so long to get it right
Could it be so wrong
To maybe find someone
A miracle
Chorus
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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Voodoo People
Wherever I walk
It seems that I am
Following the voodoo people
In front of me
Because the only thing that I can see
When I look infront of me
Is that black shadow
That comes from
The voodoo people
Straight to the pavement
Just imagine if the voodoo people
Were roastbife
Everybody would be eaten it now
With mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and gravy
But unfortunately they are humans
Of bones and flesh
Just like me
But the only thing that is different
Is the color of their skin
The voodoo people sleep in bed
The same way that I do
And the voodoo people eat food
Just like me
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Prayin 4 A Miracle
Ive been flat out of luck
Spent my very last buck
Cant sink no lower than this
Im so broken inside
Had to spit out my pride
This aint no way to exist
Every place that I go
Everyone that I meet
Sees me like Im some dog in the street
And its bringin me down to my knees
Now Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin for a miracle
Since I left you that night
Less than nothings gone right
Living this hell that I made
So Im back at your feet
Im admitting defeat
Girl, I never felt so afraid
Just give back my life
I admit my mistakes
Now Im willing to do whatever it takes
Im begging you now, cant you see
That Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin for a miracle
Dont walk away
cause I know Im still worth savin
Can you forgive the way
I turned my back on you
And Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle ...
song performed by by Asia
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Miracle Fair
Commonplace miracle:
that so many commonplace miracles happen.
An ordinary miracle:
in the dead of night
the barking of invisible dogs.
One miracle out of many:
a small, airy cloud
yet it can block a large and heavy moon.
Several miracles in one:
an alder tree reflected in the water,
and that it's backwards left to right
and that it grows there, crown down
and never reaches the bottom,
even though the water is shallow.
An everyday miracle:
winds weak to moderate
turning gusty in storms.
First among equal miracles:
cows are cows.
Second to none:
just this orchard
from just that seed.
A miracle without a cape and top hat:
scattering white doves.
A miracle, for what else could you call it:
today the sun rose at three-fourteen
and will set at eight-o-one.
A miracle, less surprising than it should be:
even though the hand has fewer than six fingers,
it still has more than four.
A miracle, just take a look around:
the world is everywhere.
An additional miracle, as everything is additional:
the unthinkable
is thinkable.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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The Search Will Never Stop
In the search of the truth their is always more question then answers.
You must use both your heart and head and find your truth.
For in what you see will not be the same as me.
Even as you find one their will be another question in its place to remain.
It is enough to drive one insane.
But in this pursuit you find the unexpected, and rejected.
In this pursuit you will find both sadness and happiness.
And with everything that is found their will be another possibility out their.
Which lead you to a forever continuation of your search.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Phantom In The Glass
I cannot explain what I heard
in the moan of the suffering
I do not claim to know
why the night covered the day
as if forever
and without hope.
I am without a reason
to explain the aches of history
I simply let it pass
I let mirrors hide my identity
and look deep within to find
the phantom in the glass.
poem by Harlequin Rose
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Miracle
Many roads Ive travelled
And faces Ive seen
Each tells a story
Of what might have been
A missed golden moment
But life still remains
A search for the innocence
Somehow we lost on the way
And we all need a miracle, that I truly believe
Yes we all need a miracle, and I believe my miracle is you
Now the silence that follows
The last curtain call
I dont know anyone
Who has come through it all
You gave me direction
A part in your cast
No longer make believe
Now that I know it will last
Cos we all need a miracle, that I truly believe
Yes we all need a miracle, and I believe my miracle
And I believe my miracle
I believe my miracle
Yes I believe my miracle is you
song performed by by Rick Astley
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A Poem For J.M.
you don't bother me
even if you leave even if you are gone for weeks
and you do not tell me where you are
if you curse me i simply listen
i am attuned to curses
since birth
i can always remember how curses
hurt for the first time
but often repeated and repeated like a chant
in fact it becomes
comforting on the idea that you still make me
feel that i exist
if you are a thorn
i refuse to be another thorn
how can a rose bloom
if we are all thorns
in the garden
of Eden?
you don't irritate me
i have all discarded what sensitivity is left inside me
there is no more
lethargy
neither can you find its opposite
that unworded
ecstacy
you see at the age of thirty
i have already known myself
well rounded stone
hard and smooth
and
freed from the freckles of feelings
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Answers
I kept my answers small and kept them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bullwark to my fear.
The huge abstractions I kept from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.
But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacity
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.
Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, still I hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow.
And all the great conclusions coming near.
poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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The Point Of View
Nothing is as it seems
No thing is as it is
We see nothing that we need to see
We see everything as they seem to be
Some things are as they're deemed
But really everything isn't what its
deemed to be
Sometimes no time seems the best time
But most times this time is the only time
'Be what you want to be', they say
Is what you want to be what you're
made to be?
Made to be? Huh?
'Aim for the sky and defy it'
A snail crawls his days and yet is what
he's made to be
What do you see when you look at me?
Wait, again I ask
What do you think you see when you
look at me?
That's true, you've never really looked at
me
I've never truly looked at you either
All that seems odd is even
Right is right, wrong is wrong, the
midway wrong
A suit and tie, a blouse and skirt
A shoulder broad, a smile broadened
To be like them, the greener grass
Things as they are, are not what they
are
All parade their lives allegedly being real
And alleging others fake
Give all a mask and they'll tell who
indeed they are
The past of a saint, the future of the
sinner
All evils hidden and intentions tucked in
He was a martyr and oh, a philanthropist
And seemed to all who saw all things
seemingly
A hero and a king
But from up above and from in within
Love was not in the mix
And all that really seemed something
Really, truly was nothing
'The building was on fire, my baby
inside
Where was God? , there is no God'
Inferences for the novice, truth founds
the wise
The night had fallen
All men stood with eyes sky-bound
Some adored the beauty of the stars
And some saw a full moon
A selected few a half-broken moon
While the rest cursed the darkness of
the night
It was the same night with the same
stars
One moon, one sky, all mortals, different
views
The pleasures of life swimming in
laughter
Are sought after in money
The treasures of life hidden in us
Are sought after in things
The marrow of life living in friendship
Is sought after in fame
The meaning of life glaring in love
Is sought after in questions
No one sees what is, we seek what
should be
Which being never made to be
Never will be.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Every Living Thing Barring Mother Nature
They may be very famous people and leave their footprints in the sands of time
And their legends may live on for centuries and even outlive the poet's rhyme
But their fame won't live on forever though them the masses celebrate
For every living thing barring Mother Nature has on it set a time date.
Every living thing barring Mother Nature will eventually go into decay
And even from history's pages be lost and forgotten one day
Suppose that's what makes all things equal and whether we are buried or burn
Mother Nature is there to receive us and to her bosom we'll return.
All of my best years behind me and I've lived most of my time span
Less than two years short of sixty soon I will be an old man
Every day nearer the last day that is the end for us all
To us then it will not matter if the living our names won't recall.
Every living thing barring Mother Nature must bow to old father time
And though the achievements of some great people may outlive the great poet's rhyme
Their fame has on it a time date it has often been said before
That only herself Mother Nature will live on forever more.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Christianity is a statement which, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The one thing it cannot be is moderately important.
C.S. Lewis in The Grand Miracle
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Under My Voodoo
Be it your guide is so much to love
You can hide your love its true
Its the freedom game
You can see it every day,
cause your freedom aint free
Come on down, I know how
Im gonna make you so feared.
Dont you know it aint no thing before
So dont take more than you need
Its somethin that Ill do later,
Now its over
Its not my fault
Under my voodoo
Its under my voodoo
Pray that I leave you high and dry
Pray you can make me cry
If your faded, put it in my prayers
I damn my feeling, I roll on
I tell you the truth
It aint no thing
If you wanna get real dry.. one thing though
Gonna kill for it, more, more, its not my fault, its got me,
And Im gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Under my voodoo
Under my voodoo
Its under my voodoo
(guitar solo)
Lord, hey, voodoo
Lord, hey, voodoo
Whatcho wanna wanna wanna do
song performed by by Sublime
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Andy at Studio 205
Andy sits in Studio 205
that has many gifts on shelves inside
-like a scope that does collide.
Andy has every occasion greeting cards
-to send happy thoughts or your best regards.
He has spell books, and colored candles too
-interesting knick knacks, even voodoo.
Yes, a voodoo doll that is really cool.
Voodoo doll has the fantastic price of $9.99
place needles in pressure points on body so fine.
He has an armless chicken with a bikini on-
She looks respectful because she's not wearing a thong
-unlike the room with the colorful dongs.
Andy helps people with problems no matter what day-
He is filled with wisdom and knows the right thing to say.
On my Birthday he gave me a mermaid Dora doll
-he knew I didn't want a black & white stuffed cow.
I performed by reading Sarah's Special Birthday
with my doll Melodie Mezoree'.
I was promoting my show in front of his store-
with Barnes & Noble reading flyers once more.
Andy supports local Artist and I remember him say-
"It's all about you—not me today"
Andy just ran for City Commissioner
-in this Lake Worth town-
Andy gets the people's vote-he won the crown!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 9,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Where I'm In FAITH!
Within a place that creates completeness in oneself,
a place that needs no obstacles,
a place that needs positive reaction,
negative resolution, and stressful elimination:
powers within oneself to have faith
in the faith G-d has for me.
Seeking a miracle is a waste of my time
for the miracles that come to my life
are truly the miracles of creation,
creation of a strong black woman
who can make all things happen,
who can provide for her family,
who can live without the idea of dying
due to destruction seen before her.
I am a miracle in itself as are you,
our faith in ourselves will benefit us
more than the faith we have in what can be done by prayer;
having faith in what we can do to make our prayers reality,
many of our questions have answers,
having faith, and the courage to know the answers are a given,
we are from the breath of the almighty,
we are the world, we are what he has faith in.
Looking for an easy fix is the thought of an addict,
for I am not an addict for life, I am a solution for living.
Look within my eyes and see the miracle of creation,
copyrighted by God himself,
the creation of perfection in his eyes;
Life was given to us as a gift, as a lesson,
a learning experience
with that gift
we were given the ability to survive,
some survive some just live;
I am a survivor, a creation that makes me full,
full of complete joy for I am a gift to this world,
to myself, to nature, as the world,
and nature is a gift to me;
I am a child of God
with that I know my prayers have answers,
before I ask he gives,
he gives me the ability to be the strength
that you seek,
the power that you need,
the fullness of the empty glass,
the waters that flow, the air that blows,
the rain that pours, the heat that warms
I am a miracle, as are you,
see within your reflection
as your creator seen when he gave you life,
be strong, don’t blame, don’t worry,
do all that you can to make your life the best you can
for the faith that he has in you
can never be measured by numbers
the faith he has is you is much greater
than the faith you have in him,
for he is the almighty,
you are simply the creation!
poem by Taunya Benns
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