One to cast the cards anew Two will cordon lies from truth Three must shine a ray of light Four pulls back the dark of night Five protects from enemies Six reveals all secret schemes Seven shows us fortune's path Eight completes the maker's math Nine…
Ace the whole without a face Two a split in time or space Three is that which is complete Four between the winds compete Five is when a choice is made Six to where our path is laid Seven is the chosen sword Eight is built up to afford Nine…
The city is ill. The people are sick. The future is bleak. We all fight to survive.…
in days gone for long ago when a boy was I before angelic but violate without recollection clear my suffering started then in hands that were bound to trust secret demon living near to forgive and to forgo must remember much and mark or imagine total hell to list off…
Everything is nothing and that nothing is everything. This is the nature of the source and manifestation of our existence. All is borrowed and loaned to whatever has need. Poems are wisdom and wisdom is poetic. Art is creation and creation is art. What we borrow to create is revered…