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.

As So No Below Above

Day on day Mankind 
tricks itself into seeing things 
not for what they truly are,
but for how they appear
obstructed in his plane.
Cursed cursed brain. 
Turning sky
to endless plane.

How we walk right 
upon foundation 
and peer up into veil, 
but never can we 
tilt to touch the Two 
truly One at sail. 

Can we ever grace our underlying Essence and beyond the Eye go Mind?

Orb it is then!
Bearings on big ball
round and round we'll go,
Helios hilarious, 
grunts grinding out 
Great Wheel show.

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