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.

Myth in Star and Leave

All stories ever and the news
just twice once staged them all,
descend through age
from just fire and the sky
how we tell the Fall.

One the flickering flame
campfires they are to blame,
a cast of light on tall trees night,
and with the breeze
on shrouded leaves
shadowed stories do we weave.

The other - a higher source,
above canopies and cloudspaced wheeze
and branches scratching half-baked moon,
magnificent true purple magesty
the rolling of odds and gods, connected rods
to dotted days ablack sky plays --
warriors and wraths.

In the dark the stories came ,
twice not same some light.

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