The dissolution of days
Acquiring the malison of knowledge
Mollifying the darksome house
of mortal clay supprest in
The rack of night,
The punishment of the
tree of prohibition
Commissioned from up high,
Beer-barrel dust the souls alms!
Whilst the Maker'****** mourn
In earnest whom he
Hast vanquished as the
Seraphic Hymn, Heaven's
sacred song hews
the blue-blankets ingress
Before the gates of the
irrefrangibility of faith;
Agaze, an angeliferous black-job-
Edifications beatific vision
Held in the nest of Abraham's *****
peeling the bells of heaven
ricocheting throughout Hell
nigh the lands of time.



ELEETE J MUIR

The ambiguity of death
biting at scars, etched
from swooshing bullets
blurring past remembrance.
Swallowing pain, long forgotten
in the passim of distant lands-
holding relentless men
cutting at peace's attire;
sealing wounds with
letters like bandages
warring memories of
the gentlemen's song;
gulping tears, shed of blood
fearing never to be home.
Lost in the forgiving arms
of a brothers hope and
a tender woman's dream,
but babes in the abyss,
poppies of the field!



ELEETE J MUIR

There was never a care
people entered and exited
I liked being alone
until I met you
you yes you
I was to busy for love
and other such nonsense
sure there was fun to be had
and time to waste
I however was preoccupied
it just wasn't something to concern myself with
until I looked into your eyes
and fell under your spell
you know the one that
made me feel like something was missing...
and since that day something has been missing
a part of myself the part of myself
that only a lover could know
the part of myself that I saw reflected in your smile
now I pretend not to have a care
and the door which people entered and exited via is locked
I still like being alone even if now it is
so I can dream of what I wish we were
it keeps me busy now you know this nonsense
but what more can I do
I guess you feel much about love now
how I did that day we first met
and it breaks my heart
your silence screams at me
and all I really know is
I am never going to be the same again
and love love like I originally believed
only belongs in fairy-tales!



ELEETE J MUIR

I slipped beneath the depths of your eyes,
Drowning in the ocean of my soul;
My heart shivered in the shadow of your aura,
My mind corrupted by inappropriate thoughts
I loved at first sight. I do not know how to swim!
Breathless unable to conjure a word
You neglected my silence without a care
And ever since you've been resuscitating me in my dreams.


ELEETE J MUIR

Harrowing the supernal race
Imbrueing  young immortality
Rudimentary of stellular law.
The clouded recall of
Induced pandemonium
Readying twilights
Blanketed just eloquence;
Music, verse, philosophy
O' yes writing-
Shush melodies,
The inkless lyrical
Of didactic study;
The amaranthine autylosis
Of times soul, Gods tears
Dreams peace as the
Wings of the devil silence
The ethereal winds.



ELEETE J MUIR

Within the fires are the spirits
The gong upon our anvil
As such arms can only be made in Heaven.

Of various persons each known to his part
Distinct are the Poet and the Dreamer
And so I was Gods ape,
Piety so chaste
I hold it half a sin
Entering the cold broken world
Thus Adam lamented to himself aloud.

"No coward soul is mine
What will come at last too soon
For honour bit-wize travels
Unwinking on this fair ship 'Life'".

But there was resistance involved
The swift blazing flag of regiment
As bare as a birds tail
To make a clean breast
The iron entered my soul.

I pray you
The earthly bribble-brabble
A veil for the glory of Angels
Lest evil tidings to utter
To turn and face them
And see ones self
Not to be lost but by the makers hand.




ELEETE J MUIR

The driven accent of
The orison which
Suffering seraphim cajole
Yields to time and
Time is period
Till judgement breaks
And those lyrics remit
A weeping invocation of
Eternities requiem
Fore all beauty is a
Mirage to sordid souls
And graces respite is
Found in paradise;
O' death- the master juror
Resounding the short-shrift of
Heavens immortal scripture
Amidst earthly violence
Singing humanities
Everlasting hymn.




ELEETE J MUIR