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.

Swinglow

Here we are!
You have arrived
says no GPS lady
flattens the map
arrow in nap
Cul du sac
les phones sont crack
heart is a feather
despite the fake weather
and Ma'at is right downtown.

why are the clouds all slanting down
why are the drones so bomb reknown
where Wright brothers wrong clifftop hill
our human cause sought tribes to kill?

Hieroglyphs never showed
what happened to the heavy heart
just the hungry demon
down Below.

And that guy you know.
So.
Good luck.
Swing slow sweet
Iscariot
there's Judas yes
but Truth is gravity
as we all Go.

Justice never saw it coming
because on its neck it Fell.

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