Memories come and go like passing time,
The hands on the clock relentlessly unceasing;
The same as these fleeting visions.
I often do not know whether I am dreaming or
Just imagining a fantasy, a fantasy sometimes I wish were real.
Yet what if I am the figment of my own mind?
Sometimes I recollect places, people, conversations, smells, emotions,
As if my real life were the dream; but what is real life?
Maybe in a past life, maybe in an alternate reality.
Sometimes I believe it too be truer than the life I live...
Perplexing as it seems, often I feel torn between two places at once
And I want to wake up. I want to wake up and find myself
Not dreaming, not day-dreaming; but whenever I feel like
I am going to wake up, I,  am only stuck right here and the visions
Are nothing but that. Fragments of something I never had or Perhaps lost a long, long, long, long time ago like something
That has not happened or occurred yet?
One day. One day... If not yesterday, if not tomorrow, but one day,
Someday, maybe in a past life or perhaps maybe in the next.
Just not this one or so it seems.
Oh! those beautifully haunting recollections and memories!
Nothing in life is what nothing seems to be.
And it is true...time erases nothing.
Time, only continues, to elapse further between us, further apart.












ELEETE J MUIR

KNOW THYSELF!




ELEETE J MUIR

Wrought onto life more than his own when
Hell freezes over the worlds prandial origins burning
Firmament of baptismal unknowing denouncement
For a lonely soul lost toward the lowly pays
No  more allegiance offering breeches within comminatory
Lore judgementally appointed zealously upon ones noir
Herald collar as reeking to High Heavens are the horses
Bite annunciated by infinite eternities canonisation swept
By Gods warning:- Apocalyptic for pittances indebting
Another whilst God hunts the Devil and Mans sufferance
Neither once in a lifetime.


ELEETE J MUIR

There is a life unknownst!
A life, a life long lived, now forgot
O' how time transcends the passing
How the ungodly hours rake my heart.

There is a life unknownst!
I implore the memory:
I think thou dost not recall,
Love. Love, and all its glorious vain
Sacrifice, a life which never could suffice!
A life, now I fear I have outlived
More than twice, perhaps even maybe
Thrice... the counting I have lost.

Some may argue it is in fact my mind
Yet, Love; my love that is only
something begotten.
And I wonder if the paths I have travelled
Without, somehow never can remind
Of which time herself erased so that
Things to be could be,
Only not ever just you and me.

There is a life unknownst!
However lived and had
If only by thee,
And I fear by all else forgotten.




ELEETE J MUIR

Destiny is for the living to choose between
The choices of right and wrong,
That is our Free-Will in the workings...
But Fate is in the lap of the gods and once
You die, Free-Will ceases to abide
And then Heaven and Hell get to decide!




ELEETE J MUIR.

The syzygy of peace and enlightenment
Are better than gentle fighting and Death.
The malfoy of everything wasted as if fruitless
Tears, unanswered prayers, broken vows, unfulfilled:
Since desires and intentions- just to measure are
The defiled Ammonites lunar malabar; fro' the
Augean stables of Astolpho, the Triform King
Demanding a ******, the streaming bi-frost
Between mice and men extrapolative of silver and gold.
Apocynthion Horns to the East, as well, as also, with
Pericynthion Horns to the West nourishing Skuld
without Arnon...Moloch with Molech!












ELEETE. J. MUIR.

cut off from god as heavens
guard parries the eastern sky
and the nearest star rouses
like a seraphs sword inflaming
the insurrection of men
even to death, the day overwhelming
such divine law and its transgression
against trespass; enlightening sin.





ELEETE J MUIR