A Heroine Beloved

 by Elvis Bojangles

Seeking philosophical meaning

In a lazy & purposeless life

I’ve gotten lassoed by

A wily spirit dame

So dark she’s cute

So cute I swear she can fly

So it wasn’t too hard for her

To carry me away

In a secret hideout deep underground

She transformation-ed me into her butler

Totally loyal & totally enslaved

Now I sing this song:

Gotta giddy-up

Gotta giddy-up

I gotta make things right

Gotta giddy-up giddy-up now

“Well damn”

The Mysterious Tent

     by Elvis Bojangles

Let it be

erected

in my mind

taunt snappy

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~

Made of canvas or

other strange substance

inside of which is

a spiritual realm

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~

The mysterious tent

surrounded by singing crickets

trees &

alas, the Author of all things

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~

No flashlight no fire

we arise & retire

with the happy sun

my spirit dame & I

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~

Hello beloved

I think thus I am

and Ye

is heaven’s gate

~

~

Wings untrimmed

free as you wish

stars flowing out your glowing

beautiful eyes

~

~

You be my empress & I

your man

together we drink cold instant coffee

& eat tuna-fish sandwiches

~

From Where Came Her Sword?

When Saint Joan of Arc was burned at the stake for heresy, her sword was shattered by an English soldier, and the fragments were widely dispersed…

However, Roux and Garin, two of the knights in Joan’s personal retinue, were cursed with immortality in order to be able to eventually track down…

And reassemble the holy sword…

Annja was present when this came to pass, and at her touch, the blade miraculously re-formed, making her its new bearer…

Saint Joan of Arc’s sword cannot be taken from Annja against her will, and she has the power to remove it to and retrieve it from a supernatural location referred to as the “Otherwhere”…

This process works regardless of the sword’s current location, giving her the ability, for example, to use the weapon as a projectile and then immediately recall it to her hand…

Moreover, Saint Joan’s sword also enhances Annja’s general constitution and helps her recover from injuries…

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https://www.goodreads.com/series/41157-rogue-angel

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compliments

of

Rawclyde

!

(with some help from Wikipedia)

Back In The Tomb

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Why oh why

Baby oh baby

Please tell me why

I’m moving so slow today

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Up the street

Up the stairs

Rickety old feet

Plodding along

~

Pull me brim down

Pull me keys out

Unlock the door etc.

Sittin’ in the tomb again

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Why o’ why do I

Like sitting in this old cold hotel room

There ain’t nothin’ here worth considering

Yet my heart go zooooooom

~

Aye!

We’re traveling now

You & your traveling man

Hold on tight now

~

You is lookin’ so good

The whole dang neighborhood

Inside my mind

Gots reason to shine

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Yeah but

Yeah but

You say I’m way over here

You is way over there

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So it ain’t so

My thinking’s gone slow

You got bronchitis &

I’m a wanna-be bo’

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Yeah but

Yeah but

I hummed a little prayer

to the Goddess up there

~

She’s on your side

As well as mine &

She’s a lot stronger than

Turpentine

~

Sooooooo

We’re dancing slow

Your belly’s warm & plump &

We’re half drunk

~

In fact, instead of growing old

We’re growing young

Oh so slow

To a Neil Diamond song

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Wait a minute

Something’s not right

My hat falls to the floor

Something’s wrong

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You’re like you always are

The hottest ray of sunshine around

But me, me oh my, my skin

It’s lost & cannot be found

~

Dang it ~ everything was so gallant

Gallant & slam-dunk grand

No more yeah butts

I am, I am a skeleton man!

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by Rawclyde!

with a lot of help from artists

Dan Dos Santos

&

Clyde Caldwell

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Tug Boat

So I

up

 n’

float

~

In

my

old

   tug boat

~

Across

the

desert

skyyyyyyyy!

~

And

as

I

float

~

I

cross

the

moat

~

In

Oh My God’s

loving

eeeeeeeye!

~

So

watch

me

float

~

 In-

to

the

 remote

~

Sometimes

low

and other times

 hiiiiiiigh

~

Above the

head

of the

 little big-horn goat

~

 It’s just

me

in my

 old tug boat

~

That speck of

dust

up there

   passing by…

~

Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

!