I wouldn't spend one cotton-pickin cent with one of these "pseudo- academic posturers". Whenever I'm in a quandry, I can talk to my God and somehow the resolve is given to me. I DO like the "exposure" this poem brings to us! Blessings -
I could picture a psychiatrist sitting in his overlarge leather chair, nodding to a patient's soul wrenching utterances but not really hearing a word of the person's real pain. Great imagery and poem!
These words seem to reflect the way of life of the occult preparing the way of death for ignorant souls. Many scholars in the realm of power that rules this world live concealed lives intermitting the one they allow their victims to observe on the stages where they prepare the doom of their audience that is cluless to the clue of their treacherous play. Words with a bite.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Micke
Bobbi
RAge