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.

Holy Entropy the Water Comes

For Friday, for love, for perseverance in persecution. ♡

All that happens from this day on as we approach Epoch's gate with the spheres a pause in music for your own, will scream hate, will seem rollercoaster fast, will try to overwhelm the senses known.

This is the Entropy.

Balance of the Word as it returns will seem the Flood. It is merely the demiurge deluge. Remember, peace has only war to feed. Find the peace within where enemies too reside. Where One is waiting deep inside.

But ah, Genesis and Eden! No garden, but zeitgeist the thriving weed. Poison is the ivy here, leave its three be and count to five instead.

We all must unify. The marriage here union opposite yin yang, alchemical Big Bang, not sex --and they all say "between.'"

Have a peaceful Sunday everyone, stay silent once, and listen to breeze and bird. And yearn to touch the light of the stars, not land on them in tin.

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Lyrics:

Dante's Prayer By Loreena McKennitt

When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and the fire Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me Though we share this humble path, alone How fragile is the heart Oh give these clay feet wings to fly To touch the face of the stars Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We'll rise above these earthly cares Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me... Please remember me... Please remember me..

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