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.

Burning First I Emerged

Only for you with the cruel cold cast iron heart to heat mine iron core glowing hellfire hot once again. I'm sorry, who are you? You never went through its actual terrain, and yet think you can send me to Hell?

This song sums up how it feels to burn with denial and lies as a young gay male ... until  triumph is just Grace and desperation. The only choice in gay is yours. You who think I belong from which I emerged.

Know what? Stop hating honest others and throw all your deepest secrets down on the table now, before it's too late. And I think it might be for you already if you want to shoot me in the head or splash my bloody guts by any other means.

For being who I am.

Your flamingo sanded head never fellated the fragrant air of Spring dancing is what bashes me. Thank God, the Flood. Coral will you be, and I the Island home.

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BRONSKI BEAT "Screaming"

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