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.

Verbal Equinox

We fall for God 
every time, 
but His tears 
our reign 
for the lack of Vision 
to see the Cross 
in every 
Act.

Trial. 
Rolling Stone. 
Principals 
of air 
and dark high places.

God is a verb!

And here you are, 
sold Sunday. 
A basketful 
of fake plastic grass 
and a hollowed out 
bunny confection mold.

Right eye, somewhere 
on the bottom,
just one white blue dotted eye left, 
and some glue spots peering out from under Wicker weave.

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