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.

Tonight I Saw the Shadows Land

Tonight I saw them loud.
under the cloudcast-filtered glow
of a crescent mooned evening sky
it began high 
up in the old pecan tree
over the roof of such supposed abodes.

I heard the bats again,
screeching for a night-time wood.
Within the gloom 
a dark flash
gives pacing such quick, directed wind.
See them land 
right down there
in the mossy grass so anticipating rain.

Like big old crows 
they came swooping down
and following the mighty screeches,
landed in my yard.

The shadows,
like birds
first are wings beautifully aflutter
but touching down wings get tucked to walk
and like all things God
must only wobble in this realm.

I know you must not pity shadows
yet, here they come to roost tonight!

But the sadness, 
the stakeout
I so deeply understand
and it's as if 
the old cedar somehow knew
the ones to beckon the corners of my eye
and it's as if 
the old cedar somehow knew
which ones mine 
and which ones flying by.

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