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.

Love Floats

Not a drop of golden sun.
All of it furred bright outloud.
More Heaven's Gate than rainbow bridge
shining now in papa's broken heart.
The drop-heart lead of sorrows,
terrifying Truth five words long and deeper than Abyss.

"I just want him back."

Guts wrench to plumber pipe the tears.
Even I cannot help to light the way right now.
But I know well the lanterns lot the wagging tails he met.
I know too what feels empty is soon filled yet.
Cavern of grief it is no thief
to the bright light in which they share.

Called pure Love.

How it hurts to grow
from go...

[ for Grady our sun ]

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