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.

Is It Still Ferris Wheel Not Moving?

It is Now, 
like Tuesday close.

Rapture is the Fall, 

because war is peace
and evil, 
good. 

You cannot deny 
the stormy weather 
ahead in these conditions.

Don't you feel lurking 

more each day 
that extra thing?

The shadow, kinda 

shining instead of not behinding 
interrupted Light? 

We all must let go now...
it really did come to an End, 
some time ago maybe, 
and the empty story 
was always 
just a ghost. 

The Wheel 
comes full circle 
and its name is Ferris. 
One more,
the senses tallied up.

"I see the Living," 

the boy whispered.

"And they don't know 

that they are."

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