POETRY/WRITING

Coming Soon...

FUCK GOD: A Spiritual Guide for Assholes, Atheists and Intellectuals.
A modern understanding of ancient principles.

and

The Absolution of Gender.
​A fantasy novel.
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Oeuvre also includes Plays, Screenplays, Sonnets, Lyrics and more.

Here are a few samples of work:

SONNETS:

Sonnet #8
That Time is Beauty’s bane is putrid proof
Of the malcontented humor and caprice
Prevalent in all the ardent edicts
Decreed divine and fettered to we fools.
​Was our malicious maker so sated
With longing looks and softly tendered touches
That this guillotine of Time He doomed to
Dome the cathedral wherein Beauty’s worship grows?
The reverence wrung from Beauty’s ringing bells
Only briefly swells the hearts and lines of men
‘Til Time doth quickly plummet pulchritude,
Thus razing all affinity to hell.
So, Ladies- get them early; Men- enjoy them well.
Perhaps Time is God’s device to see where True Love truly dwells.

Sonnet #3
If all the world did bow before my place
And acquiesced to all commands I bade,
If all the saints were blinded by my grace
​And every sin by my redress did fade,
If Kings and Queens aloft their sovereign state
And winds and waves and flames and terra firm
Upon my sacred augury did wait
‘Fore they quaked and ruled and ebbed and blew and  burned,
Unworthy still I’d be to kiss your cherished feet
Or reap the glory of one amatory gaze.
One kind word from your sweet lips would quicken my  hearts beat
​And leave me whirling in an amor-ridden haze.
No matter from what lofty pulpits I may preach
Your sanctity doth dwell where I could never reach.

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PLAYS:

Excerpts from the play
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​'Cirque de Lumiere':

Head Clown
Hear me, my most melancholy mate of prison!
The time has come to let thy sadness set,
Much like the moon at break of brand new day
When it relinquishes the kingdom of
The heavens to the sun and fades away.
The chariot has come, and in it ride
The Warriors of Light, that hold in hand
The torches that will set thy heart ablaze
​With Love of Life and lust to seek the Truth.
Behold the glory of the Army of the Light!

(The lights come up on the rest of the Clowns in a frozen position, flanking the Head Clown. SR to SL: Euceanna, Prananlius, Pentagnius, Petrofius)

If ever you have witnessed for yourself
The awesome power of the rain as it
Does simultaneously give Life to all of nature
And likewise fills the Earth with floods of Death,
It was then that you were in the presence
Of the one and only Euceanna!

(Euceanna walks forward and presents herself as a drum-roll is heard)

Or if, perchance, the Breath of Life has ever
Found itself to swim inside your chest
There is no need to introduce to you
The seraph clown, Pranalius the Wise!

(Pranalius walks forward and presents himself as a drum-roll is heard)

Perhaps there was a time when all was lost
But somehow you did kindle in your heart
The fire to pick up and carry on,
So it was that you did meet Pentagnius the Clown!

(Pentagnius walks forward and presents himself as a drum-roll is heard) ​

And last, but certainly not least of all,
When all the world is pulling on your strings,
But somewhere, deep inside the Earth you found
The strength to hold your ground and follow your own tune
It was then, my child, that Petrofius
The Great did carry you upon his back!

(Petrofius walks forward and presents himself as a drum-roll is heard)

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Circus has arrived!