Remembering Meat Loaf: Amadeus’ Tribute
Singer Meat Loaf (September 27th 1947 – January 20th 2022) Known for his album Bat Out of Hell and his hit song I’d Do Anything For Love
Amadeus Emanon had just heard the news that one of his music idols Meat Loaf had just died at the age of 74.
He decided to do a tribute in his memory.
Amadeus who was a musician, a singer and an actor contacted some of his friends on social media about it this Friday night.
They went down to St. James’s Park and acted out Amadeus’ improvisationally written play.
The play began with a High Priest (who practiced satanism in private but was a respected ecclesiastical figure in public) who was plotting the death of a man who was a threat to him.
The high priest said to one of his subordinates, “We’ll track him down. We’ll get him through his weakest link. His youngest follower.”
The Apostle John (played by Amadeus) was approached by a girl (played by Angelique Dumont) he once knew.
The girl kissed him and asked him to love her.
As John slowly succumbed to the girl, the girl then made a request.
And Amadeus replied, “I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that.”
Amadeus then began singing the song lyrics,
“And I would do anything for love but I won’t do that…”
He sang the lyrics up until the lines
“Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before
or will again…”
Amadeus as the young Apostle John turns away from the girl played by Angelique.
John (Amadeus) then turns to a fellow actor who’s playing Jesus,
“And maybe I’m crazy
Oh it’s crazy and it’s true
I know you can save me
No one else can save me now but you…
That I would do anything for love
I’ll be there till the final act.”
John (Amadeus) bows to Jesus and then turned back to the girl he had known,
“I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that.”
The scene then turns back to the satanic High Priest, “So much for the theory about who I thought was the weakest link…”
The High Priest is then approached by Judas Iscariot who sells out Christ for thirty pieces of silver.
The Apostle Paul had it right when he said, “The love of money is the root of all evil.”
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday January 21st
2022.
Reflective
Glass empty
The night is long
Morning will come
Hold head
Strange goddess
Appears in reflection
Three golden globes rise
Night of strange occurrences
Reflection reflects other realities
Table of shining glass
A mirror to other realities
Should she have drunk the glass
To gaze in other dimensions
That she wasn’t meant to see?
-A poem written by Christopher
Thursday January 13th
2022.
The Christmas Tree and The Elf
“One of the ornaments needs adjusting,”
Said the beautiful female elf
Who stood on a ladder and adjusted
The ornament below the Christmas Star.
5 minutes ago there was not a beautiful female elf in my room
But now there is.
Merry Chistmas.
10 minutes ago there was not a ladder in my room
But it appeared 9 minutes ago.
24 hours there was not a Christmas tree in my room
But it appeared when I woke up this morning.
Christmas Tree
Then ladder
Then beautiful female elf.
Christmas Magic is obviously at work here.
Or maybe what the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future
Put in my eggnog last night.
Whatever it was, Merry Christmas!
Feliz Navidad!
Chuc mung Giang Sinh!
(I attended a Spanish language Church over the summer.
And the closest Church to where I now live is a Vietnamese Catholic Church.
So I attended there for Christmas Eve Mass last night and went there for Christmas Day Mass today).
-A Christmas poem
written by Christopher
Saturday December 25th
2021.
The 12 Days of Covid
On the 1st day of Covid, the global elite sold to me a lie from a Wuhan bat tree,
On the 2nd day of Covid, the global elite sold to me a two week lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 3rd day of Covid, the global elite sold to me three emerging variants, a two week lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 4th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, a two week lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 5th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me 5 censored sites- Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram and Google
You deviate from the line you’re a dead poodle
And a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 6th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me six Australian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 7th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me 7 continents gone Gulag, six Australian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 8th Day of Covid, the global elite sold to me 8 x 10 million votes for Biden’s senility, 7 continents gone Gulag, six Australian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 9th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me a 9 billion people genocide (courtesy of Bill Gates), 8 x 10 million votes for Biden’s senility, 7 continents gone Gulag, six Australian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 10th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me $10 trillion Big Pharma profits, a 9 billion people genocide, 8 x 10 million votes for Biden’s senility, 7 continents gone Gulag, six Austalian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 11th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me 11 million Fauci lies, $10 trillion Big Pharma profits, a 9 billion people genocide, 8 x 10 million votes for Biden’s senility, 7 continents gone Gulag, six Australian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
On the 12th day of Covid, the global elite sold to me 12 thousand booster shot vaccines, 11 million Fauci lies, $10 trillion Big Pharma profits, a 9 billion people genocide, 8 x 10 million votes for Biden’s senility, 7 continents gone Gulag, six Australian Hitlers, 5 censored sites, four emergency decrees, three emerging variants, two weeks lockdown and a lie from a Wuhan bat tree.
(The 12 days of Covid were spread throughout the time period of the Covid-19 plandemic which is still ongoing).
-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday December 11th
2021.
“We are living in a Covid-19 world and I’m a Covid-19 girl…”
December Woman In White
December Woman In White
Narnia a land where it was always winter
But never Christmas
C.S. Lewis once wrote
December
it seems should be a depressing month
A month where the nights are long
And darkness should abide the land
But Christmas has lights on Christmas trees
And warm wine and chilled ale
And frosty eggnog
And glasses of punch
Served fresh from the punch bowl
And music and song
And wrapped presents and bows
Under the Christmas tree
And children’s eyes lit up with wonder
As it seems magic dances
On the frosty landscape
But for Edgar Allan Poe
It was the bleak December
Where strangers rap at one’s chamber door
turning out to be stately ravens crying “Nevermore”
Bringing back sad memories of the long lost Lenore
So it is every year at this time
Christmas joy vs. the bleak December
It is only in remembering the Christ child
That Christmas joy arises
Otherwise it’s just a senseless spending spree
An evening of gluttony often spent with relatives one can’t stand
And then when the presents are open and the guests gone
A feeling of emptiness sets in
Ravens rapping at the chamber door crying “Nevermore”
Might be far more preferrable
And less a bleak December
Than the commercialism of forced-fed happiness
Which is like a vaccine that could kill you
But everyone in authority urges you to take it.
Born originally in a city
Where a satanic looking T-Rex statue dominates one side of the valley
And the statue of Christ of the Badlands dominates the other
He now resides in a trailer in a trailer park
Where a kitten called Samson sleeps on the empty bunk bed above him
And then crawls down in the middle of the night to sleep at his feet
And then lays on his stomach during the afternoon as he watches old black and white movies on his tablet
And the kitten watches the movies with him
Occasionally reaching out to touch the people on the screen
And wonders why they’re not there
Neo-Stalinist demagogues wanting everyone to take the poison of the vaccine
Talk of a dark winter coming
While 2000 years earlier an angel said to shepherds,
“Behold I bring you tidings of great joy”
A king in Jerusalem was the arbiter of death
A babe in Bethlehem was the giver of life
Death vs. Life, Lies vs. the truth,
Darkness vs. The Light,
So it has always been
So it shall always be
Until Christ’s 2nd coming in glory.
For this mysterious woman who haunts his dreams
This December Woman In White
She awaits the joy of Christmas
As does he
While a “bleak December” turns to ashes
Like the embers in his old wood stove
In the trailer.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday December 1st 2021.
Lili Marleen At The Piano
Lili Marleen at the piano
It was approaching Christmas 1947
Thanksgiving was over
And the turkeys had been eaten
In those days turkeys didn’t sit
In the Oval Office
Like they do today.
LA Private Eye Carson Cody Albion
had headed north to San Francisco
It was a slight drizzle
As Albion wandered the streets
He saw a cocktail lounge
On the other side of where he stood
The Blue Pacific
It looked inviting
He crossed the street
And looked at the sign
Outside the cafe
It said
Lili Marleen singing here tonight.
Lili Marleen,
Albion lit a cigarette
And then blew smoke rings
And thought
Lili Marleen had been one of his favourite songs
Listening to on the radio
As America fought Hitler and Tojo
During the War Years of WWII.
It had originally been a First World War song
But brought back in this war
As Woodrow Wilson was shown to be wrong
For stating that the War of 1914-1918
Was the War To End All Wars
It was Vera Lynn
The woman called Yorkshire’s Rose
Who used to sing it
“Underneath the lantern
by the barrack gate
Darling I remember
The way you used to wait
‘Twas there that you whispered tenderly
That you loved me
You’d always be
My Lili of the lamplight
My own Lili Marlene…”
Carson Cody Albion walked into the bar
And there noticed a woman who was sitting atop the piano
Who presumably was Lili Marleen
“Hello, Mr. Albion,”
Lili Marleen smiled at him,
“I’m glad of all the cocktail lounges
in all the world
you chose to walk into this one”.
Albion smiled
He liked her welcoming demeanor
And her Humphrey Bogart Casablanca like reference
But most of all her welcoming demeanor
They danced together
Underneath the crystal globe on the ceiling
As the orchestra played
On this night in The Blue Pacific Lounge
She was his own Lili Marleen.
-A Carson Cody Albion poem
written by Christopher
Tuesday November 30th
2021.
November Birthday
The month after Halloween
The month before Christmas
Caught between ghosts and goblins and witches
And the Light of the Christ Child
Born in the stable in Bethlehem
Between light and dark
Between headstones on lawns
And Nativity scenes and angels
This is Cold November
This is the month I was born
Born on the same day as William Blake
Born the day before C.S. Lewis
Born 2 days before Winston Churchill
(All heroes of mine)
Not in the same years of course.
Cold November
The month I was born
When frost kisses the trees
And hope lights up
Sweet November
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday November 28th 2021.
Sweet November
Sometimes Joy
Sometimes joy
Sometimes joy is the sun reflecting off the water
Sometimes joy is a moment in time
A moment in time that transcends time
A moment that feels as close as a second ago
Even though it be years ago in actual time
A smile
A face
A look of joy
That brought you joy
And sometimes on days like this in the bleak autumn
When coloured leaves no longer grace the trees
But lie dead and withered on the grass
And trees and empty branches
Seem to reach skyward
Like skeletons asking for renewal of life
Sometimes those moments
Come back to the mind
Sometimes those moments
Sometimes joy
-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday November 14th 2021.
Christine and The Phantom
Christine Daae rehearsing
She sang accompanied by no pianist
Her melodious voice
As sweet as the nightingale
A voice which shone light
through the use of vocal cords.
A voice which called to one in darkness
A voice which called one to come up
out of the darkness
And in the labyrinths
below the Palais Garnier
The Phantom heard
and came up out of the darkness.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday November 10th
2021.
Maria Petrova
The young beauty Maria Petrova
Stood guard at the Russian bord-uh
And the young bear cub did want to play
Because unlike Biden’s cabinet, he wasn’t gay.
-A poem written by Christopher
Monday November 8th 2021.
Dracul Van Helsing 
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