Mate, I got to tell you that there is nothing in this world like illusions. Something appearing to to be something else. I do love skull illusions, although these are not the best, they still imply the hidden secrets.
The following poems are randomly selected from part B of the Garden series.
If you are patient, the whole story may appear. There is a doorway on this site, that will open to the poetry collection, both in context and complexity.
He Calls Me SlothThe Master, he calls me Sloth,
Third Apostle's LetterIt's great to be back, amongst my finest companions. It was good to meet and converse with Nathaniel. But "there's no place like home." So the Ancient saying goes.
Brothers of GubI am a member, of the Brothers of Gub.
V-DaySpies have informed Kindaal of invading Wigrae;
Eleven's GatheringTyne and Valen waited eagerly, patiently,
Arriving RitualRexoch made a grand appearance in Ketpoc,