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.

New Word Order

The first step in understanding the Universe
is to first realize that vast term
means YOU. 

Instead the name college found
of jocks and traytable food day special
takes name your true advanced degree,
for the Word is Yellow Submarine. 

Vessel. Pisces. Aqueerius. 

God is a verb,
yet certain nouns chosen bound
frozen in a book they impersonate
as the One Word to dictate slaughter.
We have been judged by the Predicate
and oppressed by the Order.

Reverberance is the rolling thunder
of the coming One. 
Word soon that becomes
an Action thing of itself.

Ark is really Noah,
and the animals all our two eyes paired,
who wait in hope along with Mrs Dove we hope,
an olive branch pointing just off Flood bare
in which to recreate the entire Word
just as is
and no image or inflection
this Time.

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