Adam and Eve - Part Two

A Determined Devil -

As I lay another cedar beam plumb for our home
smoke plumes, serpentine and sulphuric, interrupts the sunshine,
I look below the ridge, Eve standing silent
with weapon in hand,
a woman so grand,
panic has no rest in her person, fear has no finger on her pulse,
I move like lightning, to war by my Lady's side,

Valley vandels have come, scortching field fruit,
searing insidious signs into our peach and apples trees,
incarnate, the Devil disheveled with a defunct posse of three
approaches me, hailing not from a city of Angels but from a ghetto of ghouls,
mean and ugly like ignorance injured by the ivory tusks of innocence,
a madman desperate for the destruction of Divinity,
unskillful and wishful for lies to come alive,
he's a scribbler scribe, a dribbler riddler
a stereotype simpleton, frontin' and gruntin'
fallin short of the great gangsta idol,
just a stereotypical imbecile, a pencil with no lead,
burpin chicken feathers claimin them to be the silk quill of Angels,

I turn to Eve now 
with eyes saying now is the time for demise,
briefly, before I strike steel across the throat of Hell itself
our first promise to each other repeats in my memory,
"I forever fight for you"
as her brown eyes convince me of loyalty, love royal,
she rips her blade through his groin
as I open a river across the throat of this terrible thug...

Raising A Tribe -

Eve, this land is already populated by persons whom seem like us,
although different too, like seasons in soul,
divergent in their dreams for dynasty,
they have dialects from a depth of Dawn
that awoke long before we arrived to thrive here,
customs peculiar as shapes to stones,
Father never spoke of these klans
who strive to survive outside the mercy of His guarded Garden,
competitive as clouds in a shrunken sky,

I met a merchant, a servant to trade,
he told of banners and blood, laws and legacies
cultures savage and cities of crime,
gleamed from telling stories of wealth and wonder,
said they worship their Gods more ways than gold folds,
consider what we have encountered Luv,
will our children slay or be slain, war or work
love or get lost in conquest,
you, as a Woman of God's glorious gambit
have a harvest of futurity's face in the balance,
will you deliver the destiny of our union  into this drama...

Justin A. Bordner...J.A.B. 2021

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021



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Date: 4/17/2025 1:52:00 PM
J.A.B.… this is storytelling that roars like scripture rewritten by a rebel prophet. The imagery is visceral, mythic, and lyrical. You make every swing of steel sing with meaning. Then the shift to Raising A Tribe--that’s where the ache blooms. Suddenly, it’s not just about surviving the Devil--it’s about surviving the weight of legacy, of civilization, of the wild unknown. You don’t just rewrite Genesis. You evolve it. This saga is fierce, thoughtful, and unforgettable. --Alesia
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Justin Bordner
Date: 4/17/2025 2:36:00 PM
I am humbly Honored by your passionate intake, perspective and love Alesia...thank you...Justin
Date: 12/3/2022 10:39:00 PM
Adore this! Love how they battle together. "I forever fight for you" A love like that deserves to multiply. Always, Laura
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Justin Bordner
Date: 4/17/2025 2:28:00 PM
I love how you embrace this spirit Laura...J.A.B.
Date: 4/17/2022 7:59:00 AM
Well who knows..? Not them that sows...midst The swine; pearls so fine, born of fear and tears Of yester years, of years to come.. Such empty Ones.) Only One above knows all' each push Each strive each step or fall.? Satan's demise. Is showing large, the stage he sets and and Upon does barge, the price to Vue was fully Paid, he can't recoup or advantage.. No leverage He must own his sin, my senses tell for him its Bin..Bin and gone.. the end of story is a devil of a song.'
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