I am no prophet..
I am no messiah.
Merely the bringer
of The Devil’s Fire..
The flame of life
that burns within us all.
Merely the humble mouthpiece
for The One referred to
by so many names..
The All of which
denote a force
selfsame..
The Force of God.

I am The Chosen One!
by no one…
Other than myself.
It is through Him,
and not through me,
that we may find
true access
to the purest love..
our holiest form of wealth.

My art is merely
to keenly listen..
And turn the whispers
that I hear
in silence of the night..
into a shimmering
free verse..
of sparkling rhymes
that glisten.

They speak
to our heart directly..
that which cannot be said.
That which we
cannot hope
to ever grasp..
through our reasoned head.
Don’t take my word for it,
however..
I may be wrong.
For, each of us
is but a vessel
for The Voice that sings..
this universal song.