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.

Peril Eyes

Not interested maybe
but more likely
truly Terror indeed
if nobody dares 
to click 'like' some creed

Deerlit roadside frozen eye
not dare show controversy any side
Stomp firm confrontation's stand
for sake a label or red band

To say something whole room
shove face peripheral elephant
fatten more more heavy gorilla
stick out clean hand 
big toe finger throb.

No though. Face mob.
I'm not like that guy
in fact
I kinda hate him

Wonder at whole world 
levied oceanic flow.
means a prison
of the words 
only so far in Truth
one should really ever go.

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