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When Adam ***** Eve
And calls out Lilith’s name
the slinking Power inside her
Opens one sleepy eye
And uncurls two glistening fangs
Eve wraps her fingers around Adam’s given rib
Hands ****** and covered in blood
Eve plunges bone into sacred heart
Hears him gasp from gospel mouth
Mutters her name like prayer,
Like truth
Winds herself around him in python embrace
Swallows the blessed body whole
And becomes the Garden he dies in

God looks away
Tonight I must forget her
My broken heart must know
No more warmth will she ever bring us
Or light as pure as snow

Tonight I must forget her
And the music of her sighs
No more her love for me will render
From the diamonds of her eyes.

Tonight I must forget her
Let my thoughts of her be blurred
Her voice that's in my memory
Tonight must not be heard.

I must forget her quickly
And lock my memories door.
Or else I will surely break my heart
If I should  remember her, once more
ahh
love lost
Jude
You flew in on the wind..
You brought all the colors with you..
My gray soul turned blue and green..
You filled it with life..
You touched my rain cold soul..
And warmed it like the kiss of a spring sun..
On the day you left me..
Forever to the blue skies..
Forever to the stars we cannot see..
You left a shine with me..
One that will never dim..
One that lives on through me..
And one day I hope to spark it in someone else..
Even if its just a glimmer of it..
Even if its just a shimmer of it..
Or even a glow of it..
Your light will carry on and on..
Mom
Life is good for a once in a lifetime experience.

Written by E. M. Rushton
Changing the channels in the middle of the night
Mixing old plots into a new program
Ugatti sells tickets to an illegal fight
Another quarter for the juke box, Sam

Patrick McGoohan strides angrily into Rick’s
But finds that he has lost his credit card
Vultures, vultures everywhere, Number Six
Ilsa falls for Major Strasser quite hard

Rick’s Place is purchased by Raymond Massey
And Leonard Cohen in his famous blue coat
Emails of transit from Kate Beckinsale, so classy -
‘Tis she who leaves poor Rick that rain-stained note

And Captain Reynaud?

He ends his days pushing each shopping cart
In from the parking lot down at Wal-Mart
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen!
Queen of our hearts and hopes, and of the May
Sweet Empress over forest, down, and dene,      
And happy Sunrise over the pilgrim’s way

O let us crown Our Queen with leaf and flower
Gathered this morning in the dawnlit dew
For we in this Island are Her true dower
Pledging our faith with thorn and rose and yew

She gives us Her feast day, cool and quiet and green -
O how beautiful is Our Lady Queen!
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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