When you hear a voice in the wilderness
That's tempting you in hours of loneliness
Remember the strength that was shown by Christ
In the desert those forty days and nights.
Demons are alert when you're at your worst
They'll come along when you hunger or thirst
When you feel that life is losing sparkle
They quickly jump in, dodgers are artful.
Rogues are charmers who appear day or night
And we are tempted when a demon strikes
We're only human and induce mistakes
Throughout life's journey goodness is at stake.
Coming along with evil will at heart
Their aim is for fine folk to fall apart
Devils in disguise is what demons are
Feeding off the meek alone when it’s dark.
We’re all aware who the evil beast is
So why do some find it hard to resist
Refuse and stay strong, be thou not a fool
For fools rush in and forget all God's rules.
When you hear a voice and there’s no one near
Pray to God and He’ll allay all your fear.
Categories:
rogues, conflict, courage, strength,
Form: Rhyme
Emi’lokan, the lyrics from a loon,
the vituperation born from the womb of greed,
the menace of recycled gangsters.
Emi’lokan, the beggarly shame of old vermin,
the intrusion of mafias and thuggish urchins,
Emi’lokan, The insanity accepted as norm,
Emi’lokan the dystopia of dementia, great grandfathers
suspending relevance of their poisoned docile Youths,
Emi’lokan, The cornucopia of fraud.
Emi’lokan the senseless Politics of bribery, of rice, tomatoes and grains.
the desperation of old thieves at the precipice of the grave.
Emi’lokan, where election is a lie,
Emi’lokan the lom of no reputation,
Emi’lokan though devoid of dignity,
Emi’lokan robbers without conscience,
Emi’lokan injustices without consequence,
Emi’lokan of diabetes and paralysis cloaked in deceptive "Babariga"
Emi’lokan where profligates bands hover over us.
Emi’lokan in the country of rogues.
Categories:
rogues, africa, confusion, corruption, integrity,
Form: Free verse
Premiered at Gin Mill Playhouse, Seattle, WA – 3/6/2007
ACT 1
My Trip to the Lake
Hard All Over
Cinderella after Midnight
Beef Jerky and a Bottle of Wine
Quiet Down the Mountain
ACT 2
Parched Corn in the Dry Tortugas
Living on Bread Alone
Gambler’s Confession
Edge of a Dime
Sociology 101
Bull of the Woods
ACT 3
Esméralda
Spring City
Prisoner of Need
Missing Melissa
Half a World Away
What Have You Done?
The Final Word
Categories:
rogues, allegory, literature, music,
Form: List
Labyrinthia P. Babineaux …………… The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward
Papa Babineaux …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary
Algebra Babineaux ……………………… The even-tempered Mother
Bumblebee Babineaux ………………… The precocious younger Sister
Gnat Babineaux …………………………… The curious little Brother
Cabernet Babineaux …………………… The distant Cousin
Ulysses “Zully” Kowolski ……………… The world-weary Sailorman
Nikita Something ………………………… The learned Creole Seer
Mitchell Hollywood ………………………. The adulterous Inn Keeper
Tom Sickley …………………………………… The disingenuous Feather Merchant
Fr. Marcus Paternoster ……………...... The lecherous Clergyman
Steve Merkin ………………………………… The unscrupulous Accountant
Vince Fettish ………………………………… The nefarious Fantasy Man
Xerxes the Great …………………………… The Emperor of Persia and Media
Dante Foolhardy …………………………... The Stultifying Court Jester
John Travailleur, Esq. …………………… Just another John
Plus … townspeople, pirates, Indians, street musicians and beggars, Cajuns, swamp rats, women, young ladies, and girls.
Categories:
rogues, allegory, psychological,
Form: List
Yesterday,
The sky was arrogant;
Arrogant with hope,
Spread like bush fire,
By heroes,
Rogues so called,
Who fought cannons,
To set us free,
Free from chains of colonialism.
Today,
The sky darkens;
Darkens with frustrations,
Set deep in dark furrows,
By rogues,
Heroes so called,
Who fight with cannons,
To keep us impoverished,
Impoverished in the grip of democracy.
Tomorrow,
Who knows?
But time will tell,
The heroes from the rogues.
Categories:
rogues, africa, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Shadows here, shadows there, shadows everywhere,
Moving, flying, lying in wait,
Creeping out on me and my mates.
No one should expect to be safe,
Especially, if you are out late.
Scary, limp, darken and dreary,
Sending the chills to make me weary.
Every moment I’m friendless
Wishing they let me sweat less.
Shrivelled up in a strange corner,
Smelling their odd decaying odour.
Fearing them making their way,
I say a single line of prayer.
My instincts call out to run,
But should not I wait for the sun?
As I step out the door,
I fall flat on the floor.
Feeling their odious touch,
Dallying on my soft tresses,
Letting out a deep long breath,
Readying to fight this shadowy kiss of death.
Will I ever win?
Will I see them squirm?
These are my questions,
As I wake up in my realm.
Shadow of men here, there, everywhere,
Locking me up every night,
To set their fleshy desires ablaze.
Wailing, withering, wasting away,
I stay alive to be scared another day.
Categories:
rogues, abuse, betrayal, fear, lost,
Form: Narrative
Broken hearts
Mean broken ears
As we sing out
Our broken tears
Broken hearts
Mean broken fears
As we all shout
Our broken tears
Shout to me
Scream with me
Run away and hide with me
I need you now
To stay with me
Break tradition
Don't leave me
We can live
In our own heads
Forget real life
Dance like the dead
Our own thoughts
And our own dreams
Don't have to die tonight
Shout at me
Scream at me
I'm not the girl you thought I was
I can't look back
I can't move on
I'll just watch
You walk away
Broken hearts
Mean broken ears
Listen to my
Broken Tears
Broken hearts
You saw my tears
Take away
My broken fears
I'm gonna scream out
I'm gonna run away
I'm gonna be myself
Today
It's gonna break me
You're gonna hate me
But I need this
More than you know
Categories:
rogues, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form: I do not know?