My life is only a breath, the psyche of the fountainheads
Logos, you see me now but never again; the suspiration
Upon the flaming tip of Gods tongue, if you look for me
I will be gone like a cloud that fades and is gone,
Voidness cannot injure voidness - Orcus hath the soul:
Fireless smoke, the pneuma that brought forth the
Anthropogenesis of atman; the sparks of holiness lodged
In all things: the self-realization my happiness has already
Ended, that which dawneth the way of all flesh, the ghost
Hover over the grave; the qualityless cannot injure
The qualityless.
If a man dies can he come back to life?
The earth covers the flesh, for thy desire-body of propensities
Is void and the lords of death are supplications for the
Parousia of our own hallucinations; as too the dark art
Of necromancy! stars do the spirit crave and a heavenly
Exile exists until the light returns unbroken to its source.



ELEETE J MUIR

The gates of Pluto cannot be unlocked, within is
A people of dreams; The formless and void:-
The supreme ways omega-minus function,
The dichotomous sciamachy of eka-bodies and if
You know your origin, you know your destiny as
There is no real disconcernment between the living
And the dead, as the perfection of the body is its soul;
As a pearl in an oyster, being is cast.
Whilst it is not the spiritual that comes first but
The physical wearing the sackcloth and ashes of
Necessitarianism to manumit the seven corporal
Works of mercy upon the secret commonwealth;
A fern seed , like a ghost in the machine fore whom
God would destroy he first makes mad as there is
Nothing that can be hidden and when required
Lucifer, even will, alike a herb of grace materialize
Willingly too expose everything in all creation;
A death prayer, and lie open the akashic records
Of transvirulence before our eyes;- as the
Foolishness of God is wiser than men and the
Weakness of God is stronger than men;
Ordering the existent non-existence, clearing
Consciousness time, in and out of the parallellism
Of Earth and Hell within the paradigm of Heaven.







ELEETE J MUIR

The astral maiden, Astraea whom fairly puts
All characters to bed piercing the scales of
The crocodile- The Beneficent Immortals,
Amesha Spentas; for moksha living-out and out-living
Theurgically shaking the invisible numina of
Assiah, breaking darknesses moiety rolling asunder
Claireaudience wisdom using the internal
Monologues of the subtle bodies breath at the
Root of lights vibration. The apparition voice
Of the ritual of silence exciting the Moirai
Formula's of knowledge against the son of night
At the palace of Zeus, uprearing the final justice;
The divine purpose:- becoming visible of matter,
Corporeal, to keep body and soul together upon
Ceiling zero in the presence of the eternal consciousness;
The great watchers of the sleeping souls, loosely
Treading Via Lactea's path attaining
Immortality, burning up and burning out.






ELEETE J MUIR

Therefrom the manichaeism wormhole of the
Trivalency of Heaven, Earth and Hell,
A space built ''into space''- The Cinvat Bridge;
The obscure by the still more obscure,
The past and the future, matter and anti-matter
Collide between the two annhilation properties of Srosh and
Vizarsh; provoked over a magian sciomancy thistle,
A spirit indestructable in thought, word and deed,
A most lovely triumvir soul of As Above, So Below, Alike on Earth
Whose transference shadow never grows less for the *****,
That crosses the sky united in the dark whilst life
Reverberates grave requitable impious impunity beyond its
Negative Mass so that All Souls may rise shining
Into the paradise light-land at the final all encompassing
Purgation of the ''Nethermost Hell''.






ELEETE J MUIR

As the Unseelie Court enchants the just torment
Either of Heaven or Hell upon the Eleven Trooping
Aristocracies to pay Ichor, the whole zero sum of all passions
The Great Chains of Gaia: Derekh ha-Shemoth,
Liosalfar and Dockalfar; The Image and The Similitude-
Existence and its Expenditure become of mind quintessense.
However, the sensitiveness of the soul finds providence
In blessed feer, propounded a reward unparalleled if
One could be prized 'The Last Standing, Not Falling',
Beyond the Infinite Way an Ipsissmus
Of the eight Sha'are 'Orah sorceries that the wind bloweth
Where it listeth to grant thee power unto the ages,
Gods' corporeal even-tide: The Sword That Keeps Eden!







ELEETE J MUIR

Life and Death form the grand spiral of time
To take heart, diamond or garlic, and cully sleep
Providing the baptism for the dead who will
Not understand the sword and sorcery of the
Eternal Tables avowed solipsism upon the astral
Realm of unmanifested being.
A deity twin-saviour, an ineffable Tuat
Child of the child- The axiom of the
Four Last Things; A fetch whom obsecrated
Anubis and Abraxas to combat the
Hell's on the one hand and to sustain
The Heaven's on the other,
An aletheia spirit return carrying a
Hand of Glory which licked the expanse
Carnal dust to link metempsychosis
Assignation and arise a spiritual gewiyya
That a saint in heaven would grieve to see.







ELEETE J MUIR

The casus belli of the words harmony at the
Feet of Gamaliel's folly. A seraphic
Stratagem obeying certainties affirmation on
The tip-toe of expectation and the wind of
Discretion to tell of death in the ***, as well
As of, the better part of valour; the cold-hearted
Claret flame searing noxiously at the drubbing
Casuistical deleterious benedictory embranglement-
To see as far through a brickwall as anybody, espying
The beshrewed fragrance of spirits on the left, cloying
Incuriously at the beatific vision possessing knowledge
Of experience goring miscreant houses made of
Man and woman with inconsequential hands to the
Right which cut the baby in half upon the
Green silk of kings who know not the time of day
Nor the breath of God.









ELEETE J MUIR

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

Time true of ages triumpeth the secrets of faery
With Hazael's ivory tusk espying insight thus even
Solomon was not arrayed like the lily in the field, Eve,
Whose Tears filled the Aryeh Fountain that watered
Iduna's golden apple tree of discord, the source of the gods
Youth and health yet still not death preventing;
Continuance mightier thus we lose what is certain whilst
Seeking that which is uncertain under ye such as
Life and the volitant green silk with men and woman
On the right hand and spirits on the left as if a
Beatific vision were penetrated and the sun in the sky
Become blackened by the Rukh bird and like a lion
Satan stalks the saints, likeness in our echoing for the
Fairest in love and war for the matrimony of
Heaven and Hell.



Eleete J Muir

LIFE IS A PARABLE!
DEATH IS A PARADOX!
EACH AND EVERY ONE OF US IS AN EQUATION?






ELEETE J MUIR

The eventide chimericalness of
The gad word of life's confutation
Cutting the gordian knot
Knowing one's onions depending
The lassitude of pusillanimous
Eminence grises harvesting
Monkhood disenchantingly
From jumbie dragon teeth
Disbodying corrival federacies
Of the lout Annunaki's japery
To raise cain dolorously at the
Gate of Heaven quibbling with
The un-named angel
Impelling the memory of nature
Kist of whistles.













ELEETE J MUIR

I will meet with you beyond
The colour of this world
Where reality sits between
The light and the dark
When we are but spectres
And our hearts dimension concludes
All we ever thought we were
Or imagined ourselves to be
At a time that nothing will matter
And we won't mind
Travelling the ether wholly found
Within all the reasons finally lost.





ELEETE J MUIR

Celebrate my death non-dolorously
On the day of my graduation when
It is my hour to act as the supernal
Trumpet sounds a single blast and
Thus the scourge of the day of darkness
Smites me where the power of darkness rules;
That day the dread fortuitous event shall come
To pass- the punishment of a fateful day
When I will whistle in the eventide
As the church ***** plays and the
Dew of my unnamed Angels tears settle
On the Lady's mantle where there is but knowing
And not knowing, understanding and lack
Of understanding at Janus' gate to know the
Divinity which is within, that you may know the
Divine One, of which your soul is a ray.
Ah life! what such a conquest; a Cadmean victory
To only darken the room and draw the curtains
Too swear by almighty God and meet supreme
Immortality within the hereafter, his natural
Milieu where but on that day none will punish
As he will punish, nor will any bind
With chains like his to keep it dark.



ELEETE J MUIR

"A Heavenly exile exists until Light returns unbroken to its source. There is no Light without Darkness, and no Darkness without Light. At every step we take there are worlds upon worlds before us, every journey has a secret destination of which the traveller is unaware; right work and diligence will bring out the hidden reward. Never seek to imitate the spiritual path of another. Forgetfulness is exile, remembrance is redemption fore true knowledge comes from the heart; see oneself with all your heart, with both your impulses seek peace within. Have you a scripture that promises you whatever you choose, and having died once shall die no more. That you shall have what you yourselves ordain''.
Spake the invisible fallen angel, the ruler of those who give that gain by giving, whose appearance would **** most with fright.
"With Song we can open the gates of Heaven, cleaving to God-
Here I am, I am present and just as the celestial stream flows on forever without ceasing, so must one see that his own river and spring shall not cease in the world and that a prayer without devotion is not prayer''.
Continued, Eblis the jinnee, with a breath of awareness upon the tip of a flaming xipoid tongue. The same of which he was made and used also to question the Almighty Maker, having before the fall asked,
''Me thou hast created of smokeless fire, And shall I reverence a creature made of dust?''.
But of this most men have no knowledge and a curse that is causeless does not alight with devil's luck or diabolism's sortilege no matter what one wishes.











ELEETE J MUIR

An enamoring dowsabel at Ib's eve
Zion proclaiming 'hosanna'
A peri lifting the anathematization off
The recusant hand of the eternal by
Dinn of God; within a whirligig of death
Rearing the abscence of perfection,
The misforgiving serpent fangs,
The Herald star. The father of lies
Circumscribed: a Dybbuk
By a ghostly tear, the revealer of truth
Upon the brilliance of the inner most
Flame in the mist of the fire entering
The ecosphere subsistent as a profession
Of the faith; to work out ones
Salvation clothed in pain, to console
A mourning soul within the sovereign
Lady to know thyself.
Life a flame of fortune!

ELEETE J MUIR

All thought must be offered up as a sacrifice
The sacrifice of the human will, but after this
The judgement as it is appointed unto men
Once to die as the hue and cry of Rhadamanthus
gavel falls netherwards fore death is the epitome
Of sins penalty; the epitome of sins liability is
Therefore the holy wrath of the First Cause,
Dispensing the empyreal quiddity of eternities
Wisdom as into the fire all things are cast due
To the hardness of the featherless bi-peds nescient
Hearts on that most ancient battle field where
Free-will and Destinies depravity bewrays the
Impenitent categorical imperative that all truth
Is worshipful and the wind blows where it listeth
Since by man came the mire of death, by man also
The resurrection of the dead; and the weights
Of life and the measures of death, (the general
revelation), under the karmic laws for which All
Are to have to pay in time to come are vinadicatory
Of God, the author of all things, whose drink for
The good of all beings is always compassion thus
Serving only to render men without excuse as
Either Elysium or Sheol await, because man
Does not cease to exist in the land of silence
As the region of darkness it is not non-existence;
But it is not life when both life and death
Concern the whole man to lift up thy heart.


ELEETE J MUIR

A great gift is awareness
and the first man, himself as a collective unity,
a principal, the lord and master of the Earth
And woman, as a symbolic image of
man's mother and companion,
everything that is fruitful and formative
were driven from the garden lest they
eat from the tree of life and live forever
And so all paramount woes of humanity began
Yet the sky blue like an angels robe
enlightening the world as well as mankind's
liberty born of the psyche is key
to the mystery of the intuitive mind
and all and any trials can be endured from the
viewpoint of instincts pursuit...
for the knowledge of good and evil befell
from that mistaken fruit
that begot freewill
and expelled the pair from Eden.


ELEETE J MUIR

The plenipotentiary Three Sisters
Urbanities upwelling fate
Never ending, still beginning
Never done but ever ongoing
Like the Web of Penelope;
Succouring the leftmost invulnerable
Vanguardist, Seirizzim, hermeneutically
Succinct sowing the longitudinal
Herald wind of talaria auguring
Newly the rogatory long finger
Of cephalomancy reaping
Harmatiology's whirlwind-
Word for word and letter for letter.



ELEETE J MUIR

In Heaven and throughout Hell
there are no secrets on Earth
And the truth exists omnipotent
in the moment and once a moment
has occurred it shall forever exist
In time eternal.


ELEETE J MUIR

The two muliebrity cater-cousin chalices of
Devil in a Bush and Love in a Puzzle;
Down there and Down below,
To keep the wolf from the door of a draconian code!
The heavenly twins on the pull to
Say ditto each losing one's heart to a
Love that dare not speak its name of
Passion and Desire drinking Pheobe's philtre-
Weltering the bride cake of the Middle
Gardens connubial consanguinity.






ELEETE J MUIR.

O' Poetry,
Why?
Or is it words instead I should pose the question toward?,
Perhaps it is just me! Maybe I myself am the answer!
O' Poetry,
Expression unfathomable, consuming my every thought,
Harrowing linguistically the vexed argument I implore...
O' Poetry,
Without rhyme or reason I struggle to write
My inspiration, my insight, insecure;
The pages remaining white and those feint lines
Empty.



ELEETE J MUIR

The dead never rest there is no sleep on the other side
That is a ****** function just like breathing and eating
Beyond the veil they watch us, they scream, they devour
Each and one another to be heard by us and understood by
Themselves yearning for what we have that they have lost
To be felt and in this mortal world man is an angel
That can also be a demon, yet the living know no such
Things of horror nor torment for to monsters their
Exists no such thing as God and Heaven and Hell are both
Becoming of our world if only we could reach the abyss,
Climb the stairs, find the door.
Oh how many souls will it take?
Oh how many lives must be lost?
Before the threshold cries foul and the
Fires and the flood beckons eternity and we are relinquished.


ELEETE J MUIR

Momentarily we all are
As none is upon the
Spheric frozen cogs of time;
Now trow thou understanding
And ***** infinite conception,
Wishing, supernal creature-
Thrice fallen, expunging
Salvations scars deeper
Than the eternal hurt
Redeeming Gods altar;
The eventual solatium
Of oscillate lucifuguos death
Declaring defeat bearing the
Cross of extension for life's
End will never reveal
Peace to lost souls.


ELEETE J MUIR

An eye for the Mother
An eye for the Abba
The eye for thy self
body soul
spirit mind
wrath what does
seek what thee do
an eye for an eye
a tooth for the truth
respect whofore thou art
sheep for sinners
lambs for saints
religion for all
gods shut the gates
until love is the one
and death can never be won
Running a race
escaping fate
destiny is a trial
Gaia will disgrace
home is the ground
sky high we fall
to hell and back
a misus event
doomed creation
the virus will
will try and prevent
salvation prosperity
life is key
each to their own
for you and ME....




ELEETE J MUIR

Health department signs litter the grass areas,
"Do not make contact with the water;
Swimming forbidden".
Less than twenty years ago I learnt to swim here
And fish too, once i even drowned!
Sometimes my friends and I would
Catch Eels then sell them
To the local Chinese restaurant.
I treasure those memories of my childhood.

This fresh water lake surrounded
By trees taller than buildings
My beautiful haven from the city, hidden
Between main roads and highways
that only the locals know.

Sitting on sandstone rocks
I see my reflection amongst the lily pads.
Beyond the depths an entanglement of
Roots, seaweed and *******.
Natural mandalas made by tadpoles
Ripple across the murky brown surface
Whilst a rather large water dragon
Sun bakes on the riverbank
And ducks glide by reminding me
Of the canoes we used to capsize
And I appreciate how simple life
Used to be.

ELEETE J MUIR

today i was better than
better than who you will be tomorrow
yesterday we were nobodies that ever met
today i told you the truth
yesterday the truth did not exist
tomorrow it could possibly be true
but today i was better than
better than who you will be tomorrow
today i spoke the truth
tomorrow you will tell everybody i lied
yesterday never existed
i am nobody
we all want to be somebody
but the truth to you is a lie
maybe a lie is just something we have never lived
maybe a lie is something we have gone through
but can never truthfully tell
maybe yesterday is the only reason we are who we are today
perhaps tomorrow can awaken us from our own nightmares
to find to find us who we are
perhaps today is the only day we have not to exist
perhaps today is the only day we have to live
perhaps we deny our own realities because the truth is too great
or maybe our lies to powerful
today i was better than you
better than you will be tomorrow
maybe yesterday was all we had
and tomorrow we die
and then we realize we never were
anybody something anything
but our truths and our lies
rolled into the day and the life of
our nothingness
today i was better than
better than the world ever knew
and more than you ever accepted

I looked upon love once
but love did not see me
I cried out her name
I do believe she heard me
but love did not turn in my
favor instead she looked
past me through me
without a second glance
love did not see me
she did not know what
she was hearing
so I listened for loves
soft call
yet love did not reply
I looked upon love once
but love did not see me
I cried out her name
I do believe she heard me
but methinks perhaps
my cry was deafening
so I watched love and waited
waited for love to recognize
my voice although myself
having never heard loves soft
whisper did not know proper
the song to sing
I looked upon love once
she was gracious and kind
she held sway the beauty I
admired and endeared to
call my own yet I was not love
she was love love was hers alone
to this day still I wait for her
I wait for the echo of my shrill heart
to be received however I am afraid
I looked upon love once
but love had no wish like mine
to love for love did not turn in my
favor instead she looked
past me through me
as I must have been
her opposite hate
I cried out to love once
only to have it be in vain
and now the blood in both
our veins is tainted
with the hurt of lust
Oh how love was not meant
to ever be my own.


ELEETE J MUIR

Come! O' love! Come here!
Hug the shore; make assurance
Doubly sure, yield to temptation,
The cockles of one's heart;
Come near! As luck would have it
To point a moral and adorn a tale.

Come! O' love! Come here!
Rush-head foremost to
Work the oracle and feather ones
Nest to take will for deed;
Come near! on the tip-toe of expectation
To sit on a pedestal the flower of the flock
And swear by all the saints of the calendar.

Come! O' love! Come here!
And call heaven to witness
Bring home to bear out and
Have a tender heart
yielding as wax;
Come near! To court the flow
Of soul and hunt in couples.

Come! O' love! Come here!
Stop clipping the Queens English
And hang upon the lips of the
Wind and weather permitting
A ready pen, to ones heart content.

Come near! Come across!
Fall in with! O' love
Come! Come here!
Bright as noonday to
Ventilate a question of
The meanest capacity
O' love! Come near!


ELEETE J MUIR

The periapt otiose stone helotage that the tactiturn builders
Rejected at Golgotha, bode the heart of Heaven has now
Become the corner-stone henting the regal worm of worms
With temerity of the spire of spires; And they look ignominious
Upon the necromancer that they pierced testifying a vision of
Living beings, a saviour, an insuperable scorned man,
The maxim of kings, the miracle man of blood and water
Invidiously feeling despised crying out loud;
''Eloi, Eloi, Lema Sabachthani'',
Whom the ill-starred crucified and divided purloin his robes
At the rolling of dice. Yet still God raised from death much alike
The Nazarene himself had disintered Lazarus, resurrecting after
Four days his friend buried at Bethany; alike too Tabitha
Which (Simon), Peter, presented before the widows and believers
commanding alive in the name of the Almighty Holy Lord
From the clutches of the darkened Sun, clinging to the
Dark side of the moon within a star-less sky
Annointed the way to the Father.


ELEETE J MUIR

Repetend gerent war ashes
Laspe humanity plume the
White heat lyre of Benu and
Sin actuates titonomachia quarrelling
Over the actinic lymph mother, Gaia
Succumbing unto the familiar solstice
Of Pandora's box wist' nights
Ricketiness randan morn' curtail
The nebulous clouds of lauded occidere
Homeric laughter to stick in ones gizzard
Sans the wraith brazen head to steal
A march upon forty feeding like one
On the vegetable lamb of Tartary
Ridding annulment.


ELEETE J MUIR

Alive and kicking, to walk the Earth
At the eleventh hour; already, yet,
At length, at last, the body politic
Coming as events cast their shadows before
Destinies illume myrtle lectionary as
Moribund as Erebus to consign the odour
Of sanctity; the sword of the spirit,- non est
To remove the curtain of dissolution thread
And thrum the ***** that gives quietus like
Clockwork to all mortality, rank and file
Ne plus ultra; purviewing avast the lief ebb
Parousia of the dickens sombrous soli upon
The Stygian shore of Thanatos, whom none but
Himself could parallel and therby hangs twice
A tale told pure and simple, to come into the world,
Root and branch, fore and aft:-
The Sheydim-Tantz; written economical
With five-wits, ad finem by the kalamos Gallows
On this side of the grave to shut the door
Upon eternity shorn of its midnight
Dark beams of truth.


ELEETE J MUIR

It is true, without falsehood, and most certain.
2. What is below is like that which is above; and what is above is like that which is below: to accomplish the miracle of one thing.
3. As all things were formed from one, by the thought of one, so all things are born from this one thing, by choice.
4. Its father is the sun, Its mother the moon, the wind carries it in its belly, Its nurse is the Earth.
5. It is the author of all perfection through-out the world.
6. The power is strong when changed into Earth.
7. Seperate the Earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, gently and with care.
8. Ascend from the Earth to Heaven, and descend again to Earth, to unite the power of the higher and lower things; thus you will obtain the glory of the whole world, and the shadows will leave you.
9. This has more strength than strength itself, for it overcomes all subtle things and penetrates every solid.
10. Thus the world was framed.
11. Hence proceed wonders, which means are here.
12. Therefore I am Hermes Trismegistus, Having the three parts of world philosophy.
13. That which I had to say of the operation of the sun is perfected.

''Spiritual Alchemy''
HERMES TRISMEGISTUS

Gods expectorant unfrocking priests
Heavens elixir epitomising the broken lamp of truth
Purging the liasing humours of bane angels
Enlightening deaths harbinger conjuring berevity
Under colour of nothingness as shadows birth
Unabated yonder the gate of unfoldenment
Billowing illuminous damnation as
Black as thunder unforetold expelling
Transgressions red-letter day, conquested
Deciduously in the teeth of the wind
Extinguishing hand over fist corrupt valedictorianism
Delving hell for levity eluding the copious
Breaking butterflies on the wheel
Of righteousness conspiring as sure as
God made little apples to show
The vale cloven hoof woe betide
The tope of man friday

As the parch eternal light
Waves logue stolid homage
After death to exhort a ubiquitous warrigal
Inherit yet to suckle sole
Fickle penury lightening squares terse
Malcontent eugenics dragoon, limitless
To depose upon clouds of fire the mammoth
Patrician lynchpin heard to glower farther
Sovereignty; spate renascence soliloquies ravage
And winkle out Almathea to give
Deus sentence weoponry

rodomontade homoiousian majeure;
force projet necissitously
sportiveness chagrin Mahdi
zing dighted away
and night become day
blackness apocalyptic
and hell itself went to heaven
God back home
Alone.

Do we fall
Before they grow old or
Were ever even born to be felled?
The stock still Tellurian laud
In mode of passion
Specific not yet pacific;
Or are we pushed? whilst
Love is left to rot and the
Vast xoanon pap unmanifest
To cede within the catacombs
Cooking carrots and peas in the same ***
Like a Hymn of Ascent
As you cannot shake hands with
A clenched fist or Angels breath
Upon purities ruination,-
Hells favourite fable
A fairy-tale admist humanity
A nursery rhyme at will
Memorized by demons
Of the helved simony
Forsakenly told of
The souls nexus and an
Enchanted book writ in heaven
Owned by God.


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God made the country,
Unbeknowst to hope are we all as
Great oaks from little acorns grow;
So many countries gilt,
So many cultures, alack
unblemished feathers of eternal service
Scabbard in sheaths quilling Gods glossary
And man made the town, pilgrimiges and suffrages;
A foredoomed geniture of the Evil Ones chaology
Hewn to bell the cat.
The worst of Heavens vengeful justice is not
Always rightous as in faithfullnesses eschewal.
The Heirophants pen a tolling knell
Without any hope; least said
Heaven twice, soon mended-
As words in mode of passion are
Material manifestations and
Manners make the man whilst the
Hand that rocks the cradle cannot
Put brains into statues; but,
Yet, rule the bilge when the
Angels doxology enunciates war on
The world as the Devil espies all
And God ensconces but the few!



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Love subdues, time subsides
Every lover knows the
Nights alone they cried
Hearts beat, love is the melody of song;
People everywhere doing others wrong.
A mans fist, A woman's courage, a babies cry
We live this life until we die.
Loves subdues, time subsides
Every person knows the
Truth to their lies
Hearts beat, love is the melody of song;
People everywhere trying to live right
Suffering together this human plight.



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Loyalty Dies with Dishonesty and that is the Truth! Cruel World O the Pain Everyone Suffers till they Dead!! Secrets Cry upon our pillows and the Dogs Dig their beds- Horses Heads!!! Broken Promises, Empty Dreams, Friendship Screams it is Over and Lovers Separate; Nothing is More= True to Oneself, the Door Closes... Shattered Trust we turn to Dust whilst the Ashes Kindle and People Cease to mingle.



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As I sit and stare at paper pen in hand
I dream and yearn to write something people understand
Listening, awaiting the voice of a reader
fame echoes; beckons even upon the spoken word-
Yet money does not come without notoriety
And words, words, they are all I have.
Friendships lost; family deceased
They do not know this mind of mine
They do not appreciate poetry
They do not love me as and like I have promised to love you...
As I sit here typing onto the blank white screen
My eyes filter the light and the shadows,
Of everything I have ever seen.
Music is poetry's best friend
And I am dancing; the world is dancing
whilst our favourite stars sing
My words shake the dance floor...
Dreaming of an awakening consciousness is a phantom-
Dream poetry, scream if you must
Let the people hear
Let the people feel
Make the people think and
Let the world know;
Let the world know,
Of one persons dream of becoming a poet.





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Meteors compared to falling stars,
the fire flung by pacific angels
against evil spirits when they
approach creation and
annihilation covered by smoke
to near the gates of Heaven;
The casuistic piffle of laughter
and fears the mussiness of
demons detached  from
Gods creation according
to their newly venal
violent nature; devotees
for material benefit.
The enjoyers of sacrifice,
the renaissance passion
of faithfullness- the highest
occupational work as chosen
souls of the book of faith
made of eternity are
drawn like water from a well;
verities senescence,  fidelities
essence of everything
troth superior to renunciation
via hermetic knowledge and
sense control onus of
life's attachment.



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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.



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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!



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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