Dimension beginning of vile ****** exposed,
And the Emperor has no clothes,
While helplessly strut a mighty walk without a shame.

Course of history repeating itself,
Like the flow of water meeting in the river of streams,
But recycle through the clouds and back to the ground it flows.

Are we so blinded by the glimmer of the mirage of oasis in the desert,
We toast with sands of dune to quench our thirst of our plight,
And all is but a fickling light ducktaped by words of unintelligible muddled murmur?

This is truly the flawed design of our time,
When we no longer promote arts and crafts of philosophies,
And religious cults of zealots condemned the science and Academia by berating it's achievement.

Likes of ancient times of Agora and the height of it's human enlightenment,
There are forces of deconstruction of society of choas ensued by hateful fear mongers,
And systematic inward of national fevor of berserkers leveling progress.

Maybe another dark age is inevitable,
But little seed of hope I feel tangible,
And sometimes event maybe a phoenix.

She stood still before the choas; unshaken.
The wind blew its mighty breath against Her core but to no avail; unmoved.
Her coffee'd skin warm like the sun that kisses the Earth's horizon.
Something within Her had risen without warning nor permission:
She was a Goddess, in Her own right.

Brown. The soft tone of the Earth.
Golden hue painted widely across the canvas of Her *****.
Her skin like caramelized silk, with the sunglow of Egypt itself.

She pressed Her face to the Earth's floor and moved mountains with Her prayers.
Queen of the meek, ambassador of the poor.
She was the perfect amalgam of beauty and brokenness.
~The Goddess of Humility.

*** teaser
people pleaser

mind reader
secret keeper

man leaper
grim reaper

floor creeper
little sleeper

To know thy enemy is to know thy self.
Drown your sorrows like bodies.
Regret can be found in the bitter bottle,
and fear is a weakness that can last only
the shortest seconds
but strength the longest of hours.
You are titanium steel.
You have been forged and re-forged,
melted down and made a new.
You are the sea, furious, ever changing,
and swallowing everything in your path.
You are as unforgiving as the cold that made you.
You are hell and brimstone.
You rage like thunder and scream like wind,
and by God, they will rue you.
You are not an army,
you are an empire.
You are myth and legend.
You bring destruction
and breathe fire.
You are Girl.
Burn. Them. All.

Black And White Tiles,
Lay Out A Room's Floor,
It Seems To Stretch For Miles,
A Single Red Rose Lay By The Door,
A Key Is Stuck In A Broken Lock,
Different Colored Brush Strokes Are Plastered,
On Every Wall Surrounding 13,000 Clocks,
It Was A Disaster,
But It Was Organized Choas,
One Wall Was Missing,
Then All At Once More Lights Than Las Vegas,
Ripped Through The Emptiness Kissing,
Each Glass Face Of The Clocks,
Making A Starry Reflection,
Wind Was Rushing In As Loud As The Screeching Of Hawk,
It Was A Fantasy As If It Were From An Enjection,
Galaxies Swirl Around The Room,
Making Dark Crimson Hair Fly,
The Light From A Soul Blooms,
I Now Know I'm Far Away From Any Sky,
Purple Rain Falls From The Ceiling-Less Dwelling,
There Is No Oxygen But None Is Needed,
A Heart Starts Swelling,
But No Words Were Pleaded,
It Was A Reason To Smile,
But A Reason To Cry Yourself To Sleep At Night,
But It Was Worthwhile,
For What I Saw After All That Light...

The brevity of this life is seen in the breaths we take. For our forefathers before  us have made all the mistakes.

NOW is the time for a generation to arise and take their place.

Death, choas, deprivation and despair are all evidence that this world is out of our control, and we so frequently gasp for air

As our lives are passing us by, just like grains of sand on the beach, when will we realize that this life we are given is nothing more than a reach.

A reach for something greater, we all long for this love, which settles all battles, and comforts us with a warm embrace.

You see I look in the face of someone in whom I've found hope. A new sense of meaning, begins to spring forth from my being.

The word life makes me ponder the existence of creation but then I really begin to look that word

L- living
I- intentionally
F- for
E- eternity

The cosmic river of placidity our spiritual
Graveyard, laden illuminating the resevoirs
Of the sun serpents mineral kingdoms created
As the desecrated flowers of the
Universe decay,
The barren Earths machinery immortally
Combative rebirthing deaths plague.
Akashas victorious joy reflecting the
Sillohettes of times ardititious travellings
Fleeting, the strength of withered spirits
Collective daydreams upon solacses fallen
Fields of despair, redeeming justices
Patience provocating abeyance.
The irredescent golden amber of an iron
Roses kindling flame; katabolisms landscape
Transcending sunsets incarnate pharisaical
Clouds defying agonising temptations rising
On the wind of sanctimonious whispers
Working the stagnate temper of
Choas' repining heart.


ELEETE J MUIR.

I haven't written anything
In at least a month
I've dreampt about kissing
atleast three boys

Tomorrow; I'm seeing the angel of choas.
I will be brought back down.