Sabbath of the Vampire

It is my time to return
This shall be the day
of my crossing back
into eternal life
Come to me,
sweet fangs,
sharp tang,
I await your full embrace
But soft beware...
Use utmost care
There is more to Rajal
than's revealed
upon his chiseled face.

Rajal is Dead, Long Live Rajal

There is nothing quite so effective
as a little down time
to bring things into focus...
when the dust can settle,
the air can clear,
the noise can fade,
and we are permitted
to have a contiguous
series of quiet moments
wherein we can reacquaint
with our true selves.

My time of disconnection
on an exotic island
has served.

Walking,
running,
on a beach strewn with
starfish, hermit crabs
and conches,
I happened upon myself.
I must have known that I'd be there.

A much needed reunion.

New Year's is a meaningless
Hallmark Holiday, like the others,
but it is true that,
if we are truly alive,
we periodically change,
re-invent ourselves,
survive.

Year's End is as good an occasion
as any other.

In this case, however,
I will simply get back to doing
what I had been doing
before I was so rudely interrupted.

Hello Shelley, Keats, Lord B.
Old Scratch, like Mick,
I'll show some sympathy,
Farewell,
all self-made prisons,
conventions
that kept me
under lock and key.
Libertine,
that's who I'll always be.

Come close, lass,
My fire may burn.
But ev'rything that's giv'n
Must yield something in return.

You had better,
It's essential,
You must.
Before our vessels rust.

And all who cannot fly
Shall be left behind.

Goodbye 2008, the old (new?) Rajal is dead.
Hello 2009, the new (old?) Rajal has arrived.

Let the passions run wild,
my dark flower,
and our juices flow,
my stinger is ready
so "on with the show".

Rajal Debut Crashes Second Life SIM!!!

Saturday, December 20,
for immediate release:

Johnnie Rajal, singer/songwriter,
record producer, jazzman, poet and rocker,
staged an impromptu performance today
at his newly built club, the Palais d'Rajal.

The event drew such a large crowd that the
Banoir Bahoozamoth SIM crashed twice.

Rajal, new to SL, had originally been planning
to begin a series of performances
in February of '09,
but due to popular demand,
and at the urging of his management group,
took the stage by storm and relentlessly,
without mercy,
proceded to inundate the ever-growing
crowd of attendees
with his original jazz, blues,
pop and rock creations.

Not long after Rajal started his set,
members of the audience were jumping
onstage to share in playing the many
musical instruments provided by the Rajal
Organization.

"We wanted this to be a form of
'Performance Art'", said Danielle Gymnast,
Lady of Aurora Town,
(who organized the event in tandem
with her well-known Baroness sister,
Lilliana Corleone),
"with spectators being able to actually
participate in the moment."

Based upon the response observed by this
reporter, they succeeded.

Gymnast, an artist in her own right, created
and built the Palais d'Rajal club.

"It's clear that Johnnie is a
natural," said Lilliana Corleone.
"He's like a magnet."

When pressed to describe what other plans
the organization had for Rajal, Gymnast's
response was short,
but provocative:

"Big," she said. "We have big plans."

(c. 2008 contributed by the wire service)

Eat me, drink and be merry

When I wake with my love in the evening
We'll go running along the sand
Her hair may be gold
The wind will be cold
I will take her face in my hands
We will wander on down to the sleepy town
And mingle with those of the night
We will drift together
And feed forever
Insatiable appetites...
Will you open your mouth as you kiss me...
Can't you see that I'm ready for love?
You must know that I've waited
A lifetime for this...
Now one else ever mattered enough

So eat me, drink and be merry...
Yesterday's gone
Tomorrow is scary
And all that we have
Is this love that we're sharing
So eat me, drink and be merry.

You, Her, Me

I feel ya slippin' away
Slowly changin' inside
Further everyday
She's like the moon and you're the tide
She has a beautiful face
She makes you wait for a sign
Ya say she touches a place
An island I could never find
Ya say we cannot relate
It's like a storm in your head
And ya stare at me with hate
Because she's loving me instead, baby

I'm in love with you
You're in love with her
And she's in love with me

We sing a song of complaint
We're too selfish to share
And it's hard to show restraint
When her scent is in your hair
She wonders where have I been
I wonder what did you wear
I can't tell where she ends
And you begin
Is someone hiding there?

I'm in love with you
You're in love with her
And she's in love with me
(Now what are we gonna do?
The three of us should be only two...)

I am a tramp of the mountain
You are a child of the sun
She is a queen of the ocean
Three sides now...
Who'll be the lonely one?

It's a labor of love
Our little "circle of friends"
It's hard to face what looks like
The beginning of the end
Yeah baby this kind of action
If ya carry it long
Will either bend and break your back
Or make ya twice as stong

I'm in love with you
You're in love with her
And she's in love with me
I'm in love with you
You're in love with her
And she's in love with me
Now what are we gonna do?
The three of us should be only two...

(And she's in love with me...)

Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne’s lace
In the latter afternoon,
When I saw your girlish face
Laughing in the curve of my
Lemonade spoon
Did I escort you to my room?
Too soon?
Can you forgive my first advances to you then,
Miss Faerie Elegant,
And will you ever let it go?
If you say, “No…,”
I’ll remind you to remember when you said,
“Man, what’s in your orchard head
That makes you save my hesitations in a jar?”
(Before you kissed me ‘neath the early wishing star).

Aphrodesia, Here

We wander through these jungled fields,
Killers brawl and the lovers stalk…
Unassuming creatures crawl
Crushed under elephant walks
Jive cat, he plugs in his phaser
Scream, Monk, the punks kick your knees in,
Strung-out tigresses fryin’
For a swim in the tropical semen
Yes we wander these many jungled fields
See the grasses evolve with the seasons
Archeozoic to Cenozoic
From instinct we've stumbled to reason
Aphrodesia, here, in the jungle

Yes we wander these endless jungled fields
Gazelle always jumps at the chance
The peaceful river flows to the Valley of the Rogue
Who ignores what is not in his pants
Demelza sleeps on the bubinga tree
She dreams of love
(can’t you hear her sigh?)
The snap of a twig sends her flyin’
'Melza's jungle has too many eyes…
Death flops down from the canopy
He bites her thigh and she fills his cup
Death reprises with a scornful hiss
Then he tries to feel her up…
(He knows she's gay
She slaps his face)
Aphrodesia, here, in the jungle

Lamumba, he flee from Chicago
To the Congo, sharpen dat spear,
See him groove to the beat of the bongos
Fancy Mau-mau is now his career,
I fear,
Mau-mau is catalyzed here.
Life is Aphrodesia here
A roiling, murky rain-forest stew
Check the Phantom, he swings
Through the treetops
Busy learning what he already knew
Yeah he chases the secrets the zebra won't tell
(the porcupine taught him to say it)
Counting Christ's steps upon the Sea of Galilee
Deoxyriboneucleic
Aphrodesia, here, in the jungle

Rommel circles lost in the desert sand
Out of gas in a ’34 Ford
Yeah, he sips Jack Daniels from a flask
Sisyphus, Sex, impossible task,
Der Führer unglued is his only reward
Panzer man,
Panzer man,
Rommel stops to beg some directions
Grease-monkey staggers out,
Rubs his eyes,
"Can you help me find my way
Back to Origin City?"
"Dude, it's somewhere up ahead,
or else it's far behind..."
Aphrodesia, here, in the jungle

Miranda wails by the light o’ the moon
Macaw glides down, they harmonize
She spreads her love on the zebra’s back
Prurience winning the prize
With her microphone so long and warm,
Miranda rocks
She’s a sultry song…
She propositions on thirty-two tracks
But the sax keeps playin’ it wrong
Leowenhoek built his microscope,
Tumblin’ dice, he was born too soon
MC squared equals lifespan cubed,
We’re melting the Jovian moons
(Einstein, Eisenstein)
(I give a rat’s ass)
(So long as you’re mine)
Jungle secrets’ll soon be told
Yeah, it’s time, like a rhyme we must play it
Christ had ice on the Galilee Sea
Dioxyribonucleic, again,
Dioxyribonucleic
Aphrodesia, here, in the jungle

We wander through these jungled fields
Boom-Boom
Dig those rock ‘n’ roll drums…
Reggae on with da Rastaman
And disco until we’re numb
Very glum bums in the slum, but
All is Aphrodesia here
The mating juices,
Competitive knife
(You must be crazy
If you think you’re alright)
Hail, asylum of life
All hail, asylum of life!
Aphrodesia, right here, in the jungle

So it might be said
We're all animals
With no respect for "acceptable" things
(Ka-Ching)
Well, I like my good clean fun,
Alright,
But I like it so I feel the sting
The sting!
And when I wander these fields
I wear a fat chain, yeah,
I keep it slung over my shoulder
See, I wear it in place of a necktie
In case I need to move somebody over
So let those poets all sing about their fire
And air,
But DIG,
I was borne in the sand
I wander the many,
Lonely jungle fields
Somewhat more a creature
Than a man.