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.

We The Interference

Wouldn't worry
so much
about the Russians
this twenty twenty tried.
Spirits of Darkness
in high places
simply need posses
body and limb.
Robot
inside your own hide.


Swipe left
click like
finger swipe
the scrying screens
of true power.
Black oblysk palmsized
greasy finger Host
our each and every hour.

Tapping glass Morse code.
TrueHack body slack
and all y'all
think you're Big Mack
and opinions
and information
shape the Big Mall.

Evil isn't Ruskie do.
Evil, turns out
is our lazy Regan spew
puking Mother over priest
Lakehouse
with opposing view
And this Election goes on
and on,
Darkness so high above
the heights we want
to reach.

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