I GOT A VOODOO DOLL, LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU
GONNA MAKE YOU DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO
GONNA MAKE YOU FALL WITH MY VOODOO DOLL
ALL IS FAIR I'VE HEARD IT SAID IN LOVE AND WAR
SO I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT ALL THE FIGHTINGS FOR
I'M A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER BUT ONE THING'S TRUE
I'LL TRY ANYTHING JUST TO GET TO YOU
WITH MY VOODOO DOLL I PUT A SPELL ON YOU
NOTHING YOU CAN DO, I'LL MAKE YOU LOVE ME TO
GOING TO GET YOU ALL WITH MY VOODOO DOLL
DON'T TRY TO FIGHT IT CAUSE YOU DON'T STAND A PRAYER
GIVING IN TO LOVING AIN'T NO CALL FOR DESPAIR
WHEN THE MAGIC OF THE VOODOO WORKS IT'S MIRACLE CHARMS
WE'LL BOTH BE IN HEAVEN IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS
CAUSE MY VOODOO DOLL IS JUST LIKE YOU
IT'LL MAKE YOU DO WHAT I WANT YOU TO
GONNA MAKE YOU FALL WITH MY VOODOO DOLL
Categories:
fightings, fantasy, magic,
Form: Rhyme
Sitting here thinking deep in thought
the world is in such awful state
wars, fightings, hate and evil abound
can it be saved or is it too late?
This old world won't last forever
Jesus will return to wrap it up
for he said wars and rumours of wars
preceding his return emptying His cup
For this eternal judgement will surely come
as God said would be in His book all true
His word will outlive all events of earth
the almighty has spoken so he will do
But in the midst of all this darkness
a light shines out in the gospel
for God sent His son for those who believe
to save a people out of the grip of hell
Not all of this world will be saved
but God will save a remnant of His own
be sure you are believing in this Lord
not like the masses with hearts of stone
Categories:
fightings, bible, christian, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
All planets are circling around the Sun,
People are running after money,
From the very begging it was begun,
The bees are running after honey;
The kids are centered to thier mother,
The Muslims are centered to the Mecca
Some people running after power,
Our knowledge is centered to bibliotheca.
Our mind is centered to our feelings,
We always bare positive or negative idea,
The superior are engaged for fightings
The sinners are centered to paranoia.
Categories:
fightings, analogy,
Form: Classicism
Out on the porch in the still morn
Looking at the foggy damp knoll
As I think about being reborn
And eat grits from the new soup bowl
Neighbor's roosters sing their morn's song
Fog's moisture down the Oak leaves roll
All seems right and we get along
And eat grits from the new soup bowl
All is not right many unrests
Wars and fightings many lost souls
Those sad thoughts burn within my breast
As I eat grits from the new soup bowl
What can I do and still exsist
And eat my grits from new soup bowl
Categories:
fightings, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form: Kyrielle
Democracy hypocrisy
Hypnotising justice
Victimising masses
Africa, Asian, countries
Fightings, freedom cries,
The rich, the powerful sides
America, the British allies,
The House of Commons is
white,
Slavery, hate, injustice arise
Russia, the Arabs to wise
The power of victory is sacrifice
Atomic power, nuclea mis-
energy
Philosophies of discrimination hues
Colour, creed, a bias of races
Politics, the poor's soul
bleedings,
Democracy is a fraud.
Categories:
fightings, political,
Form: Rhyme
I stare at all the people, their different shapes and build, thinking to myself, it takes all types to make a world.
A tall man sweeping footpaths, there's a big man in a car, a lonely looking soul, propped up at a bar
A redhead window shopping, looking at a dress, rummaging for credit cards, and getting in a mess.
Two drunks passing, swaying, holding one another up, a country type with greyhound dogs, one looks like a pup.
Two schoolboys mock fighting, until an elbow goes astray, now the fightings real, it didn't start this way.
A traffic warden smiling, giving tickets out with ease, the vehicle owners coming back, I don't think he'll be pleased.
A blonde girl wearing glasses with stilettos on her feet, struggling to stay upright as she crossed the cobbled street.
I look at all the people and I look at them again, life would be so boring, if everybody were the same.
Categories:
fightings, loss,
Form: Narrative