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Voodoo Queen of New Orleans

She was tall and lovely from 'way down south,
she had blood on her hands, blood on her mouth.
She got voodoo spells and incantations.
She lived on one of those big plantations.
Had she done something bad? Well I don’t know.
She went by the name of Marie Laveau.

She had golden skin and curly black hair.
Down near the bayou you could find her there.
With her big old snake wrapped around and 'round,
it was party time when the sun went down.
Cauldron would bubble and naked they'd dance.
Potions concocted, 'round the fire she’d prance.

She had a mojo hand, a black cat bone.
You’d never want her to catch you alone.
There were stories told of the men she’d charmed;
take her husband Jacques, he wasn't alarmed,
he just disappeared, he never returned,
just ashes left and the incense she burned.

Marie has a tomb down in New Orleans,
she'll be ever known as the Voodoo Queen.
Eternally lives as a big black crow,
the fire in its eyes is a reddish glow.
Scratch three X’s, leave a gift in the glass,
then make your wish, it just might come to pass.

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Timid Eyes

Timid eyes
From the forest
Beckon; yet hold back,
Wanting to love;
Afraid to trust. 

Lithe body
Like a deer
Ready to spring
At the first sign
Of danger. 

Delicate features
Worthy of infinite contemplation,
Question,
Ready to colour
At the slightest provocation. 

I want to coax her
From the forest,
Show her
There is nothing to fear,
Yet; I know there is. 

So, from a distance
I watch
The timid gentle creature,
All I can give her 
Is freedom.

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Let Me Sleep Until the Dawn

Now I lay beneath the covers, worldly thoughts I try to smother,
Sleep, a pleasure like no other, eyes are closed, I begin to yawn.
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep. Plump my pillow and snuggle deep,
Sigh and settle, welcome sleep. Mr. Sandman dream me a dream,
Show me a sight I've never seen, bring me visions to muse upon;
Let me sleep until the dawn.

It doesn't seem too much to ask, nightly sleep after daily tasks.
Let me sip from a soothing flask, no further need to carry on;
Tomorrow is another day -- another day to fight the fray,
Another day to harvest hay. Never mind the resolutions,
Problems having no solutions, the curtains of the day are drawn; 
Want to sleep until the dawn.

Now, I begin to feel a twitch, a muscle spasm, now an itch.
I really hate to whine and b----, but this condition can't go on.
Turn on the light, read my book, squint, give the clock a second look,
Wonder how many pills I took. Covers rumpled, twisted, tangled,
I'm annoyed, nerves are jangled. Maybe, turn the radio on; 
I need sleep before the dawn.

Think I'll go down and watch TV, something relaxing -- history,
maybe drama or mystery, don't want anything that's too long,
don't want to think or contemplate, would be nice just to vegetate,
If it's too slow I ruminate. Letterman is good for a laugh,
just in time for the second half. Shopping channel has got a con;
I can't believe I've got this on.

Hush sleepy papa don't you cry, sleep will come to you by and by,
Somebody sing a lullaby. Who's that singin’ that rockin’ song?
In the wee hours of the morning, thoughts arrive without a warning,
evil thoughts like hornets swarming, spoken by a voice inside me,
meant to weaken and deride me, I'm not worthy to carry on.
No time to sleep, here comes the dawn.

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The Silver Fox

Slouching
     in forgotten tap rooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss coloured beer
     from, wet, dripping glasses. 
The hollow din,
the reliving "the good old days", 
echoes sadly
     as life quickly passes. 

     "They used to call me 'The Silver Fox'
     What do you think of that?
          They used to care." 

An empty glass crashes
     to the muddy floor.
           "I guess I'll be hitting the street tonight.
               Sleep in an alley tonight.
                    Nobody cares." 

Slouching
     in forgotten tap rooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss coloured beer.
     Nobody cares....

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Saturday Night At the Manhattan Dance Bar

It’s great to be young, so long as you get older
Don’t lay it all on just one bet.
You’ve got to go easy if you go to the Manhattan
If you want to see Sunday, better watch your step.

Jake the Snake is sneaking in the alley
He’s got his dogs to keep him safe.
He’s also got Roberta, strutting on the dance floor
Mess with her, Jake will mess your face.

Shakes and Weasel looking for some yokels
Going to break heads, going to cut someone.
Stay in the light, stay out of corners
Mind your manners or you’ll come undone.

Me, I’m loose and I might get lucky
Got my arms around a woman and she’s holding tight.
Out to the car, passion in the back seat
sleazy and sweaty on a Saturday night.

It’s great to be young as long as you get older
Don’t lay it all on just one bet.
You’ve got to go easy if you go to the Manhattan
sleazy and sweaty on a Saturday night.

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Satan's Angel, Devil's Mistress

On the marquee down in Vegas,
Satan’s Angel, Devil’s Mistress.
Expectations high for certain,
waiting for the rising curtain.

Band is playing, fans are waiting,
cheering now is escalating.
Lights are dimming. Hold your seats boys!
Now here she comes! Lets make some noise!

Hear the drum roll; now she enters.
All are fans here, no dissenters.
When she takes off her satin cape,
the boys in front start to go ape.

Hips are swaying, ever bolder.
Sexy eyes begin to smolder.
Starting slowly, sequins glimmer,
faster now they start to shimmer.

Garments loosen as she teases,
crowd excited as she pleases.
One by one she starts to throw down,
items ‘till the final showdown.

Men who watch her fall in a trance,
woven by the spell of her dance.
Minds are cleared of daily hassles,
by her spinning, flaming tassels.

If you ever go down to Vegas,
Satans Angel, Devil’s Mistress,
she will please you, that’s for certain,
from the start ‘till final curtain.

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Song of Sorrow

Seated near the water weeping,
Lonely maiden in deep despair.
Whippoorwills were snugly sleeping,
Boughs were drooping, weeping willow.

Flowing gown surrounded in sorrow,
Gentle goddess softly sobbing.
Moonlight misty, sweet magnolia.
Tears like diamonds dripping, dropping.

Betrayed, dismayed, spirit shattered,
All was lost by cruel deception.
Without the one true love that mattered,
Death arose in her reflection.

Slowly walked into the water,
Footprints left upon the sea shore.
Ripples radiated heaven’s daughter,
Sorrow departed forever more.

Seated near the water weeping,
Lonely lover in deep despair.
Whippoorwills were snugly sleeping,
Boughs were drooping, weeping willow.

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Gypsy Woman

Rode into town about a week ago,
won't be long before I've got to go.
Thoughts of staying playing in my mind;
but, Gypsy Lady I'm the restless kind.

Gypsy Woman ride along with me.
The open road ahead won't let me be.
The engine's serenade will set us free.
Gypsy Woman hear the symphony.

I feel your body pressing close to me;
we're riding fast, we're feeling wild and free.
Gypsy wind is blowing through our hair.
When I'm with you life's without a care.

Gypsy Woman ride along with me.
The open road ahead won't let me be.
The engine's serenade will set us free.
Gypsy Woman hear the symphony.

Gypsy leathers never looked so fine.
I think about you Lady all the time.
Don't want to beg, don't want to lose my pride.
You haunt my dreams, I need you by my side.

Gypsy Woman ride along with me.
The open road ahead won't let me be.
The engine's serenade will set us free.
Gypsy Woman hear the symphony.

Gypsy Woman let me hold you tight.
Don't leave me cold and lonely through the night.
Your flashing eyes see inside my heart.
Gypsy Woman say we'll never part.

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The Flesh Was Hungry

Sorceress, with smile you beckon,
Promised pleasures dark, fulfilling.
Costs, I know, too high to reckon,
Quivering flesh is weak but willing.

Neck to toe in Spanish leather,
Sweet and sultry curves to cover.
“Your soul is lost to me forever”
Softly snarls my demon lover.

I drift enchanted in a trance,
Darker, deeper drawn within.
Cupid plays the viper’s dance,
Serpent swaying, sloughs her skin.

Her warm embrace constricts my breath,
While fingers trace their fiery path.
My senses reel as if in death.
Worldly weakness enflames her wrath.

Bloody furrows cut my back
Arched to welcome searing pain.
Dripping fangs, my throat attack.
Feline fury springs again.

Sorceress, you repudiate
this worn and wasted bloodless husk.
My costs too high to calculate,
I’m cursed to roam this realm of dusk.

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Leaving Empty

Hot lights
hot music. 
You've got it now
but, soon you'll lose it.
Perfumed skin
leather and lace
long blonde hair
an angel’s face

Slow touch
slow smile.
make me want
to stay awhile.
Take it off
give me an eyeful.
Lend me a dream
for the lonely night.

Tough life
tough city
Take my money
Gotta make it pay.
Shake it slow
take it easy.
Make it last
for another day.

Lonely crowds
crowded minds.
I get my coat.
Dreams left behind.
Leaving alone
leaving empty.
Night is cold
when I feel this way.