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.

Dialect Box

Ignore the memeframe 

they had to hang it Kook 

for truth a Mona Lisa closer look. 

Watch. 

The godess worshipped in esotertica-Murica,

one third a nationstate in Name,

greek porcelain 

so hot Shakespeare named her in refrain.

The ammophant in the room is Grand mommyphore for... 

endless stupid war. 

Nay, killing. 

For profit. 

For sacrifice.
The complex Cabal 

works to say no play at home 

(look, dead gays) 

while murderous rinse repeat same game. 

Bin who?

Been Russian no Afghanistan that's who!

SS Pancreas sunk at sea! 

NYC so sad a day fell Eleventee.

Iraq, let's play! 

Oops here are guns go topple toosey today! 

We left the keys in all the bombs. 
Murderers who blew off arms

knowing full well what came next. 

Our necks!

Don't you know the Dialect? 

The manufactured terrorism on your dollar credit-chequed?

And now you pay. 

And once again all twisted up with gay.

Hate? 

Know what I hate? Blindness. 

On my effing back. 

And laughing pricks one eye whole world. 
How's that addage go?

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