Welcome, and thanks for stopping here to read selections of my original poetry and prose. Only half my art is here. As you browse my puppets, words if you will, think of them as empty hulls whose dance and form are only animated in Play through my vocal conveyance of their characters and via my direction of their tone. Lyric to the ears, its whole message soon appears, in thus the conjuring of ancient daemons deep within to combat the evil ones brought up infernal by the Craft of ages can be our stage tonight.

On this blog the theme is AWAKENING and how Revelation is not some story plural in a Book but supposed to be one of yours in this lifetime. Here in verse I share with you my inquiry to which has bonded Muse.
YOUR STORY IS THE STORY. Their horsie four so full of holes they named that way just to have a laugh. Revelation and Creation coincide, they never stopped. A daily occurrence in a Live Show me is true Prophesy which I assure you, smells nothing like a library book, and for which no innocents are ever killed. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you copy it to heart.

Miss Direction '22

A wand that Holly would.. 
A cube-clown hat dark
Too far askew the head.

A false sun. Yes. the homonyms show sin.
Worse, a Piper of promised Pie. 
Kubrick-phone metaphor the Monolith
every hand a looking glass.
Darkly.  Diode wins all Light. 

Our Fat Shadow

All things are cuckoo, 
as the moon shows red tonight. 
Embarrassed in the sky 
for our weighty pull still.
We see our cast darkness
as if Luna somehow turns red 
and is not sitting there
less spectacular
screaming for us
to get out of her light

Sonic Thump

And when the Angels come
how quiet 
their Thunder be, 
gull wing loft afeather, 
air so quiet -- flea, 
sneaking on downstairs.

NASA tells us sun's a backdrop. 
The bugles 
they are a ruse behind Man's Divine affairs.

Bloodspill Cashcow

Government Larceny & Money Laundering for elites is why Afghanistan.

So simple to see! 
Follow the money 
as they say. 
haha I'm CFE! 
Hey wait maybe 
I should literally 
look at the crook 
the other way. 
The robbers in, 
not out there.

As in tax coffers-upper 
slick Ponzi bowtie DC. 
A reverse Robin Hood 
to rob from the poor 
and give to the Rich.

The oldest dirty crook trick 
in the book
MILLIONS are dead cuz $ transfer sled 
upper class lower dive.

You know it's true 
and then the virus it flew.


Beyond the ruse 
Democrat Republican 
you or me
there exists the great fake Wall 
of separation between 
Church and State, 
or even Nation world stage.

All them masks 
mass hypnotic polaristic
systems one S
purposely hiding in the grass, peering Popeye put pyramid
of the One above all of them in Guilded trinty:

Merchant / corporate
Military  / control
Mystery / Apex

The great Hand is at Time!

All un-natural violence 
here our Host Gaia 
and our Essence
in between 
cascades a river backwards.
And poor salmon you.

Mandela Cause


I had a dream
last night
of a parallel world
Wrong brothers Wright,
we dropped explosive
ordinances of peace --
such blinding light.
Carpetbombed compassion and love
on all quarrels below.
Whole batallions
off flat iron ship runways
cocaine lines of angels
true Blue.
Atomic split spirit love
so bright it cast shadowed embrace
on a Hiroshima brick wall.
The rich made billions
no war was paid well.

New Word Order

The first step in understanding the Universe
is to first realize that vast term
means YOU. 

Instead the name college found
of jocks and traytable food day special
takes name your true advanced degree,
for the Word is Yellow Submarine. 

Vessel. Pisces. Aqueerius. 

God is a verb,
yet certain nouns chosen bound
frozen in a book they impersonate
as the One Word to dictate slaughter.
We have been judged by the Predicate
and oppressed by the Order.

Reverberance is the rolling thunder
of the coming One. 
Word soon that becomes
an Action thing of itself.

Ark is really Noah,
and the animals all our two eyes paired,
who wait in hope along with Mrs Dove we hope,
an olive branch pointing just off Flood bare
in which to recreate the entire Word
just as is
and no image or inflection
this Time.



Events current
the anti roosts in hyphen
not hymn

Show is History
and Acts enacted
with you suspended

Accounts expended,
Finale splendid

Nothing mended


As this year 
closes a cycle thousands of years 
larger in scale, 
I have concluded that 
the unique me 
people tend to tout, 
and the endless trumpets 
of my song they wish 
would just drown out, 
have produced 
a cognitive dissonance 
of epic proportion 
whose occluded fronts 
and severe weather 
we've surely yet to see.

Sky Shadows

Birdie's shadow 
so tiny
when she hops around,
not soars.
behind her at all, 
like a sweater. 
Makes you wonder 
truly lies 
the sky.

Chatting with His Image

When God 
showed up to talk 
as a one-bush forest fire 
to an odd duck 
deep in the mountain. 

yap-snake at least l
ike his Advocate before 
all that Damned 

No Rolling Over

Use it
or lose it:
our innermost beam
Prince ray.
Royalmost Magick,
its innate majesty now so ritually reversed.

Kubrickhands 5G!
Lithos monkeypaw swipe darkglass thing,
Monolith became Reynolds Wrap in Sedona overnight.
Scrying such
smart things,
app address server,
secrete me down the Stream.
Censor me in the offkiltered world.

Use it or lose it your Light.

or even
Opus Doris Day,
just you,
your story
in three panels --
Brochure for Heavens Gates.
Scroogeghost phased alchemy some weight for feather
a Ferryboat home
Your ride or not.
These chains and doorknockers.

Okay go.
Look out Holes!
Here come those rabbits.
Mirror beasts
plummeting our Way
once again. 

Redbrick Swirl

That the Logos 
cannot be digitized -- 
that no media 
can it contain --
is why 
the Aunty Em right now. 

The housestomp 
on striped stockings soon. Munchkins all, 
Hideously laughing 
Like sneering candy cane scythe lollipops
at gruesome death --

Shall we squeal on emergence the 
mushroom cap indeed!
Pryamid, my spore!

Nobody to flip it

As we down 
the slimy flush vortex 
wash ourselves repeat,
g'night all sewer rats 
of History replete. 

Not so empty
lack of salt or sand.

Time goes now, 
and Word 
no longer prepostioned,
ceased of Man.

Getting Mad and Holes in the Moon

The eighties 
weren't a time 
they were a decade-disguised cumulative broadcast 
of (synth)thesis 
to freaks and geeks 
to which I believe 
my wider House, 
special powers orphaned
has neglected 
all sleeper cell, 
and sadly 
every blunt nuance its implicit togetherness Umbrella Factory.

Time for hotstuff.

Bringing You Out of It

If you are enriched by Truth
and you are driven to empathy 
with open heart, 
then you will know the heavy burden it is now 
to carry virtue with you as you go. 

You are too full in meaningless times. 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown 
as the Snake coils in minions up, minions down.
No Kether light as feather
shall be known 
until all are free.

its weight in gravity 
must now be endured, 
for you carry what the others will need 
so very soon to be cured. 
It is difficult to move. 
The 'why' a palpable huge. 
A paradigm a dozen. 
Faith is rife with pain and angst holds angels to the rain. 
Slowing down, in entropy, they pass you on the ground. 

Inquisitors seek confession.  But you know 
there can be no room for vapid stories of made-up lies
of enemies you must despise, 
and you still refuse to accept imposters on these presented temperaments of Mother Gaia 
as true form. 
She knows her children are those wet with tears.

It seems you must even crawl to gain one day.
Wonders are becoming! 
I know the laden down you, for I too struggle to move the Temple a tiny fraction closer to our home. 

Our Stonehenge of spirit lines up in the near to distant nox, 
and our shared shoulders bear the most important Light a beacon there in rocks
that must flare into Eternity at its rising hour. 

The prophesy not of clocks. Alarms. Alarms ...

Sick Sygma

Violence and
divisive politics
led by gross media Acts.
Police in military brutality
on citizen to murder astreet full war gear.


They are science-sigma
of the Corporate interests
on the problem called


I am intrigued 
more not by the sky 
but by where 
the treetops end.

Horn Rimmed Ridge

You knew about it. 
So many docos 
The Jiffypopped kooks --
marble hall interviews,
hallway denials. 
All true.

That damned Owl 
that stole my Journalism,
and in dirty money 
tucked hid "1 corner." 

All suits on the News
gone Campy in redwood. 
Elite not silver cursive 
glued logotype RV side
but the real spoon
blocked road entrance inside.

socially distant fun. 
you and me.
Coronavirus of the respiratory SARS! 
Hail these campfire things
not ours.
And a Howl 
that nobody heard 
named Ginsberg.

Verbal Equinox

We fall for God 
every time, 
but His tears 
our reign 
for the lack of Vision 
to see the Cross 
in every 

Rolling Stone. 
of air 
and dark high places.

God is a verb!

And here you are, 
sold Sunday. 
A basketful 
of fake plastic grass 
and a hollowed out 
bunny confection mold.

Right eye, somewhere 
on the bottom,
just one white blue dotted eye left, 
and some glue spots peering out from under Wicker weave.


I lived a decade 
in the passing of a few hours. There are Dominoes, 
there are cards, 
but in my magic world 
there is only irony 
and synchronicity, 
and the steadfast rudder 
of knowing 
who I am so fiercely 
it scares the crap 
out of delicate shadows 
posing as people 
bobbing like buoys 
in an angry sea. 

Sextet, sail on.

Johnny GI Go

You live 
in a fascist right wing State. 
Staying up
watching Hitler late
but guess what that's really you!
Black and white is very black and blue.
There is no Democracy. 
There is no more activism
There is no more Free Speech  no more dissent allowed
Unless licensed in crowd
fenced off,  one public
construction zone bestowed

So sidewalk soggyplanks 
the wingtips rush 
politician pinstriped fatsuits pitchforks pushed aside
Capitol step climb dutily
corporate conglomerates
Dividends not salary.

And all the while.

State thugs with guns 
are kidnapping
locking up journalists 
for telling truth 
and calling it 
"bank robbery."

are being harassed 
by Orwellian jackbooted police
merely for having interest 
in true International affairs
gone fleeced.

Cuz you do pay
for 'em all after all
I-RS my case ca-ching.

Whole lives ruined 
for speaking up. 
'Zombie Apocalypse'
is like if Mary knew
there was something called
'King James Bible.'

Holy day 
posthumously divine way
Consumer Hero icon killed they
the governments and spies.
all is war today.

Stay home. Sleep.
Binge Netflix.
Football rage. Weep.
The Impeach 'You're Fired' Show.
Take sides not leave them,
blunten all sharpened point
to justvforce trauma
knockout not Astral light.
What did the POTUS tweet today
PNAC pocus focus 
Atlantic Group
come on out and say? 
IMDB Donald J.
A walrus genocidal Jester 
a fat guy named Pompous
and a card called Trump. 

Everything outside border, 
Not your worry though.
Just pay up and hail 
Johnny GI go.
All dressed up and
and you still see right 
through him though
and cheer
for Freedom not yours at all
and murder monster extorted,
Recruiting Hall.

Paid for by The US army. 
That lie alone should
turn red amber waves of grain.

Some Straight Up Seuss

So, what was it, fine tots
so powerful as to actually stop
the monstrous-bronterous
industro-slaughter thingamabot
way back there
in the screaming melting skin
of Viet Nam?
The Press, before bought!
Black and white images
that they brought.

Not all caps and meme,
Libtard and scream.
Scroll and troll and
Quiz phishing scheme

It was pictures in living rooms!
Ones of broken boned babies strewn
and fried humans still crispy, on News.
Hey, wait is that Jimmy
next to the dead child's shoes?

Televised mobilized
so America could SEE the victim eyes
and to streets, rally 'gainst so-called War
Write your Senator!
Stopped the Nixon and the fixin too,
so show us what you do GIJoe, and cut all the rap.
We need more bloodsoaked
camo snuff films, and
limp child Mom arm
magazine rack.

Anything to stop the endless
ringing of empty word "toll."
Cuz it's about to all happen again
while we all just scroll.
They took the punch
right out of your byte
and now you need it bad
right in the f'n face alright.
Look at it!
Snap your head back
and scream.

Today’s your birthday.
Blow it out and dream.

As So No Below Above

Day on day Mankind 
tricks itself into seeing things 
not for what they truly are,
but for how they appear
obstructed in his plane.
Cursed cursed brain. 
Turning sky
to endless plane.

How we walk right 
upon foundation 
and peer up into veil, 
but never can we 
tilt to touch the Two 
truly One at sail. 

Can we ever grace our underlying Essence and beyond the Eye go Mind?

Orb it is then!
Bearings on big ball
round and round we'll go,
Helios hilarious, 
grunts grinding out 
Great Wheel show.

Sunny Side Up

just assumes their 
superior durability, 
Their stretching 
beyond all 
real measure.

Eventually though 
words break, 
and the yolk of truth 
is ours 
that's cooked up sizzlin'
some King's breakfast.