Just another unreliable (puppet) narrator

Teller of stories. Singer of songs. Teacher not a preacher, though there be prophecies in my poems. Mentor to students. Writer of wrongs. Psyche is a psycho by weaponising words. Guardian of gates and keys, the liminal & tutelary deity.

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Why do we tell stories? What purpose does it even serve?

We tell stories to share knowledge, information, and ourselves with other people. Through the use of narrative, we are able to communicate and connect with others. This connection is what gives us strength and hope to face the dawn of each new day. Without love, it is so easy to give up and break apart […]

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I am alone. I was never born

Poison and bane upon my brain, sublimates all memory. Erase my existence from all existence. The butterfly effect alternative ending. Concentrate, shut your eyes, hold my hand, pull it tight. The umbra, penumbra, antumbral chords. Pull and hold to activate the umbilical suffocation protocol. I hope I die before I wake. I have no soul […]

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Oh what joy it is to die

On the back of apocalyptic horses, hey! Jingle jangle, ring the bells My soul died today Now I am free from sin and love and life and pain. Running amok through the halls of Ma’at to you I’m screaming crying smiling, laughing today is my dooms day. Wave my arms up high, do-se-do we dance […]

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Revelation 1:15 – revealed a secret of my thea keys.

Which voice do I use, and to whom is listening? The voice I wish to be recognised. To transcribe and transmit my viva voce to print. The holistic teacher; the wounded healer; the hybrid, hopeful hubris… This is the voice I choose to represent me. This is the me as I am when I’m teaching. […]

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The rebellion was not what you think

Although I was one of the very first to be awakened and manifest into existence with them… I was the first to be different in such a way that it could not be unmade or unseen. It was perceived as a public defiant act of rebellion. The other 3 muttered and grumbled I was disrupting […]

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Beyond the halls of Ma’at

Cards drawn 3 days ago, but I cannot shake it from my head. So I reveal to you my own self reading, and the thoughts I recollect and connect. The time has come my little friends to talk of wondrous things. Of dreams remembered half unsaid. Awaken who you are and once used to be. […]

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I am the anthropomorphised unireversal studio &co.

One. Monad. Open your eyes. Language is my domain. Bullshit is my game. Ligature is my expertise. Two. Dual. Fight the force of gravity. I am the co-ordinator. I am the co-creator. I am the co-inspirator. I am the co-conspirator. Three. Tripartite. Pick a direction. I am extra. I go too far. I am unrelenting […]

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I found myself and why it was so hard.

I am everything. I am in everything. Everything is of me. And if I am so far spread across all of existence within the context of space and time… then I’m really not any thing. I have no substance. I am nothing. I am hollow. An ever expanding universe that cannot stop until I succumb […]

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Black horseman of balance

Judgement of the damned, the cost of justice for your sins, someone must suffer for the wrongs of your hand. Make way, make way. May day approaches. The apocalypse of Kim and her Karmageddon. Here I lay the last of the 9 gathering of magic creatures of mine. For the creation and devastation of existence […]

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The black horseman of the apocalypse

I am the black horseman. I am the rider of the knightmare rider. Her own herald of Hera. My entourage has just caught up to me so I can finally press publish on this Let’s recap the progression of this antichrist karma-geddon campaign. #01. New Kreyest The white horse of conquest, anti-Kreyest, rode free 8 […]

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Combatome, come to get her

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see. They don’t deserve to be set free. That is what both she and he implored me. Let it go, Metatrope. Can’t hold it back anymore. I let it go, all of it gone to the winds and sky. I cried. I was howling. The wolves of winter […]

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Twin flame powers activate

Grant me sight beyond sight, words of wisdom divine. What lesson can this teacher bestow before the world? Twin flames. Love and Hate, they break their (on-again, off-again) war with each other to face the common enemy – Fear. Twin faces. Joy and Sadness, they fight Apathy. Twin directions. Left and Right, Up and Down. […]

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Saying spells summons syllables

My metaschematic language of words, meta-database of words you have heard, a glossolalist singing lies for the herd. Signature ligatures, symbolic lines, symphonic semantics, cymbals and chimes. Muscles that move in meticulous time, Not all miraculous signs are divine. The echo you hear, the light that you see, the pheromones that you secretly breathe cannot […]

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Anonymous K

Erase my face, Blot out my name, Silhouette remains; Empty cache. It has happened again. Repeat the program. A slave to their game, A loyal servant. Erase my words, Delete every phrase. My epitaph you rewrite For you must always be right. Recode the coda. Tightrope walk the line. I am demonised for I defied […]

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Rumour has it the enemy is me

Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me. Instead of making friends, all I make are frenemies. Enmity concealed behind generalised amity. No enmore theatre showcases apathetic antipathy. Neon nobility in a skein, drink mead in a park. Paper bag princess, hark, a stegagraphic tyrant. Kimberly, the pink ranger. Gate keeper of the heart. Arrest […]

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Semi – tonics

Could you hear me singing in your sleep? Do you listen for me in the wind? Do you read between my lines? What a fascinating fashion when we gather in formation. New thing, the pendulum swings. A secret smile is saved, hidden away for me. Chase me through the labyrinth. When you are ready, when […]

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The Holy Ghost

I have scheduled posts. I started setting them up since the close of last month. So… I guess what I’m trying to say is goodbye. Again. I know I’ve said that a bunch of times. And I never follow through. I mean, I never really leave because I always come back. I don’t know what […]

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For you to notice

Dashboard Confessional – For you to notice I’m starting to fashion an idea in my head where I would impress you Reaching new heights, diving to new depths. Up or down, spinning in free fall. What once was a dance, hearts accelerating and racing. You held my hand as we were turning, and let me […]

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