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.

Signs and Thunders

It weaves when it comes.
Cloud on cloud gray a salmon swirl
shades rage in rapids of sky, unfurl
at first in a gentle fury...
a warning maybe of some urgent word
as the air swamps up and the grass sweats with what comes
the dogs run in a train, in herd --
well they know this din.
Thunder seems to chase them low
rolling up the lawn
and just that moment turned
deadbolt door the Ahab blowing in,
It claps!
Pours and pours and thankfully...
no wet paws,
us indoors.
It is hissing safe with the rainwhisper outside and they shake the safety in
more than raindrop off the hide
And we safely stroll through the inner rooms to go watch the storms outside,
from the safety of screened porch,
Wild Kingdom and I.
And hey what the muck
the sun came out
thunder just steamed away
everything got wet gold
and emerald out just before
the dying of the sun today.
Some have tea leaves
others, crystal ball
or pages from big Cook Book.
The Signs in none of those at all.
The Wonders are at Home.
And,
I have these little storms.

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