Revelations Annotations 09

Chapter 10 – Eyes on the action, secret plans are made known and immediately hidden. This next part is fantastic because I’m in it for a bit longer! Hey! 😊 8 Then the voice which I heard from heaven spoke to me again and said, “Go, take the little book which is open in the hand … Continue reading Revelations Annotations 09

Tomorrow, the curtrain will fall. Revealing all you already know.

I looked to the sky and wondered the name of the star that was right before my eyes. When I learned it was Spica, I knew my current namesake was near. And holy shit, well whaddya know? I'm too dim to observe, obscured by the lunar glow. All aboard my thought-train Round and round my … Continue reading Tomorrow, the curtrain will fall. Revealing all you already know.

A ponty tool by the reflection pool

It might be better for you all if you don't understand me. My problem? I only ever wanted to be understood... 2008? The year I started university. The year my daughter was born. I went into labour noon 4th July (Australian Eastern Standard Time). She was born 5th July, at 3:53am. She is wonderful. … Continue reading A ponty tool by the reflection pool

Apocalyptic catalyst

Posters I made on canva as 2018 came to a close. Thus the whole "1st January 2019" launch date thing. Modern mystic mother and her Cult of Kim. The essence of a spirited soul, and her ego-centric personality. I just show these here for posterity, to acknowledge (for good or bad) what was mine and … Continue reading Apocalyptic catalyst

The old “I got your nose!” trick

It makes perfect sense. Doesn't it? You have to let something go to take on something new. Cutting cords from that which does not serve you. Sniffing for snuff And it won't be the only thing I'll be taking... You better believe it. I do have your nose. I have all the noses that those … Continue reading The old “I got your nose!” trick

Bottle brush of truth.

Dear Kristan, Your recent letter regarding the word play reminded me of this little ditty i penned sometime, at some point. It was when i was gallavanting the mimetic mmmother, aka Kalliope Veign. You know me as Key Lamp currently, my dear Watts-Ohms. Some other effs, I have just thought of, we can fan in … Continue reading Bottle brush of truth.

18 visions of victims

This is what it feels like. With hands on the bible. Release up to the falling mother, failing the sky. You know what it feels like. To become the enemy. Everybody knows your name brings shame. That's why you are (me) unchanged, so the world can spin on without you (me). I love you … Continue reading 18 visions of victims

I’m chaos on fire, stolen breath

burning the cross with Chaos on it, on fire, the discord a hysterical farce. and I am reminded that's why I am brought in. Not to be a wise sage or respectable teacher, but to be the the foil I always was, I am the comic relief. This does not quell my soul at the … Continue reading I’m chaos on fire, stolen breath

Whoa machete betty

I am alive. I am buried beneath this mountain of awareness coupled with a sense of responsibility. I am completely powerless as I radiate my light in all directions, I feel it all. I am so overwhelmed with emotion, I cannot possibly know where to begin. Zatanna Zatara sipping on gin and truth, babe, from … Continue reading Whoa machete betty

Once upon a tome, in gnotime

I am all occluded conclusions, gasping at airwaves, frantically rewriting wrongs. In my short sighted, over-focusing ocular orbital, I, fail to rise beyond aspirated beginnings. As usual. I do the same shit again and again. I've written the same style, the same story, the same disconnected reality. All I ever do is speak about me … Continue reading Once upon a tome, in gnotime