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GERARD BUTLER - I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

CONTEST VIDEO THIS IS A DRAMATIC VIDEO OF THE LIFE THE PHANTOM WANTS FOR HIMSELF BUT HAS BEEN DENIED BECAUSE OF HIS FACIAL DEFORMITY. MUSIC IS BY FOREIGNER

There Is No Death

There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go--
You call it death--we, immortality.

You call it death -- this seeming endless sleep;
We call it birth -- the soul at last set free.
'Tis hampered not by time or space -- you weep.
Why weep at death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- 'twill not be long.
Your work is done -- now may peace rest with thee.
Your kindly thoughts and deeds -- they will live on.
This is not death -- 'tis immortality.

Farewell, dear voyageur -- the river winds and turns;
The cadence of your song wafts near to me,
And now you know the thing that all men learn:
There is no death -- there's immortality.

The Box

The Box
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I got to thinking
about this
box

It’s all square
and cubical
and stuff

Someone suggested
that we were
all inside

Squished and molded
as if we were all
trying to fit in

A crowd of imagination
limited to walls, floors
and ceilings

And corners
don’t forget
the corners

Perhaps an apology
is in order because
I couldn’t help but think

How could we all be inside
if we were all trying
to fit in

How could we all be
squished and molded
if we were all outside

And if were all thinking
outside the box
what’s inside

It must be something special
because we spend an awful
lot of time… trying to fit in

Tick Tick Tock

Tick, Tick, Tock
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It’s been a hell of a year
shall we grieve for the moments lost
or celebrate the tick, tick, tock…

The clock
that bangs
relentlessly…

Shifting the sands
of time
via the winds of change…

Is it the dunes of doom
or the beaches of hope?
Drifting mortality…

Tick, tick, tock,
Horizon after horizon
midnight to high noon…

Cold souls
and
high spirits…

Low lives
and
warm hearts…

Expectations ground
and sifted
between ambitious fingers…

Tic, tick, tock,
the rock… hardened life
softened by time…

Granule by granule
mountains of sand
grate upon each other…

The bones of our ancestors,
yesterday’s sand in our craw
embracing us with what’s left of theirs…

Soothing and polishing
an expanse from
there to here…

And we dream of
a shiny, bright new tomorrow,
smooth skinned pebbles…

Rolling against the tide
and with the swell of humanity,
you can hear the roar…

Tick, tick, tock,
the clock… the rock…
the tick, tick, tock.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Easy to forget and hard to keep
that innocence of yesterday.
The winds of change flutter
the memories and assail the years
in gales of love and loss.

As a snowflake melts warmly
a child’s smile fades into adulthood.
Mothers cookies transform
into Grandma’s treats
and Pa…pa wants to play.

Christmas trees and birthday balloons
sweet sixteen and acned buffoons
colleges and crazy saloons
working hard to favorite tunes
blazing suns and many moons.

Under the whether and over the line,
claiming innocence at the scene of the crime.
But it was lost… some time ago…
In making up what we don’t know,
but there is… Christmas.

Pine trees and red bows, angels wings and Rudolph’s nose,
the scent of Grandma’s cookies and Pa..pa’s clothes,
stories of mangers and twinkling toes,
cousins and uncles and sisters and bro’s.
It’s Christmas!

At the end of a year lost, something is found,
we wrap up our love and pass it around.
With hugs and with kisses we take time to pause,
reclaim our innocence, and believe… in Santa Claus.
It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas… Merry Christmas!

Let the Fur Fly

Let the Fur Fly
by MrDaMan
Virgil R Hall II (Randy)

It’s the dog eat dog raw meat
exposed by tooth and claw
the salty taste of blood in the street
of nerves frayed and raw

let the fur fly

incendiary tongues
on the salt lick
of open wounds
with fire in the belly and
shattered pieces of soul
splintered radicalism
feeding the habit
conforming to
rock’n roll

It’s the dog eat dog raw meat
exposed by tooth and claw
fire in the belly
shattered pieces of soul
incendiary tongues
lashing at the salt lick
of open wounds
and minds torn
between heaven and hell

let the fur fly

peace is not the keeper
judged irrelevant
by the pack
all debts are paid
to the flesh
to the ego’s choice
to the pain
arriving too late
for comfort
it’s the seed
of the master
biting the hand
that feeds

let the fur fly

Lickin our wounds on dogday afternoons
incendiary tongues lashing at the salt lick
of open cuts… and minds torn between
heaven and hell

Fire in the belly, shattered pieces of soul
splintered radicalism
conforming to rock’n roll

let the fur fly

Big Blue Tear

Big Blue Tear
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Lighten up Francis
world weary fool
the oceans are filled
with the salty tears
of mankind

Place one word
in front of another
and the questions
will pile up as
Islands

Skipping stones
answers to some
but the weight of
all seriousness
drowns ripples
within ripples
within ripples

Float empathy
and surf the tides
of wonder
enjoy the shadows
of the day
and the glow
of night auras

Too often
lost is the
sight of land
the bearing of
the soul
in seeking

Speak to kindness
and listen to
loves roar
surrender to the
seduction of
happiness

It’s okay
to cry
there is still
one third
of the Earth
to cover

I Believe

I Believe
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

If knowing were believing
could you believe everything
that you read?

I told you
I felt you
I loved you

If seeing were believing
could you believe everything
that you see?

I lied to you
I denied you
I hated you

If faith were believing
could you believe everything
you believe?

I chose to
believe in you
and I cried

If good believed in evil
could you believe that
evil believes in good?

I laughed
with you
at you

If evil believed in good
could you believe that
good believes in evil?

I believed
you loved
me too

If morality was relative
could you believe
anything at all?

In you
in me
I believe

Swallowing Pride

Swallowing Pride
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It’s a food for thought and not
exactly an ego’s just dessert.
They say creme rises to the top
but it has to get there from
the bottom up.

Seasoned just right and sometimes
a little off kilter, it is a diet of champions.
Fattening wisdom and thinning arrogance
it often stews in ones thinking pot.
Making a tempestuous brew.

Takin with a little salt of discontent
it is a pepper that spices flavorful life.
For some it comes easy, for others
it’s an acquired taste.

Swallowing pride tastes a lot like chicken
but a necessary ingredient to humble pie.
And everybody gets a slice from
time to time.

A Million Troubles

A Million Troubles
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

If you won a million troubles,
would you spend them on a friend?
Buy some misery in a bottle
and drink it until the end?

Spend your days bobbing head,
in the lap of luxury.
And smooth the wrinkles of your
worries with excessive bukkake.

Trouble is and trouble ain’t,
a wealth, a state of mind
a bankrupt morality
a conscience in a bind.

Paying tolls and taxes
a fat cats daily dues.
And laughing as the
alley cats sing their daily blues.

Or is there a place in your soul
to share with company?
All the worms in your heart
and love of misery?

If you won a million troubles,
would you spend them on a friend?
Buy some misery in a bottle
and drink it until the end?