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.

Occupied Posessed

Guy named Swinging Door
owns a globe with Windows.
Mac ol' buddy named for occupation sells half eaten fruit.
Eyes and apples
spies do dapple
dunder and a mouse,
net in every house.
Dwelling has holes as do the skull and bone;
one to see meadows and let in light the other passage through, yet both portal to a wall.
Barrier crossed, out and in
the eyes windows
doorway flipped tounge sin,
yet what rests no case is the one of suit
so carried as if to stay
but never dwelling there.

Where do you want to go today?
What's on your mind?
First off, let's start with the wall.

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