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.

Matural SIDaster

Outrageous fires called wild
for burning on no Title land reconciled
And deep water so horribly high
hurricanes name coded bligh
volcano sizzling into seas, 5-oh.
Meteorology!
Oh, weather tropical storm!
From Eden surely you are dispatched
the Egg it is now hatched
not Fallen, so
Screw you Kings men
and play horses go play.

Skies with lies right under the sun
streaks salts and transmission
started a mission
no thing can stop this now
not even Lights On.

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