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Eleete j Muir Jan 2014
Cherubim, Seraphim
Watching from above, afar a flying dove; crepuscular
Peace of mind in you we find, arcane
Playing amongst the darkness, what we were I forgot
Bairn devine,
Define;
Angelic promises, Demonic pride
Cosmic tears, is it to ourselves we lie?
Through my eyes I see the mirror of indifference
Aeon-Antiquity
Shadows illuminated by night, the moon the bringer of light
Corona, soul.
Angelic promises made in hell!
Deistic dipterous demons within thee; watch 'de'skies',
Demonic pride facing fears vanquishing friend or fiend
The belligerent zenith a conflagerated nirvana.
Inside ourselves we die, we lie for salvation; trying.
You watched us in thy darkness-
You took away the light;
Now know more, shadows shed pain
An acrimonial heaven built upon the burning of sepulchre.
Tear drops of eternal rain
Splashing on the doorstep of purgatory
Like dew on a rose
Dawn arisen,
Ethereal ebullience the dream of cornucopia;
An Elysian asphodel
Cerulean, Azure.



1997 ELEETE J MUIR
Thibaut V Jun 2014
I sat back in the the saturated black
The magnitude of conversation with the deaf
The thick thicket soon to be illuminated
By a wicker man
Something sinister
But something at least, is better than nothing besides the breeze

To then fill with leaves the flames would raise
As children to set loose and torment in little cages
giving glances desperation and dipterous demands
A Dipterous

Walks across
The screen
Older than
Methuselah
For an insect
I blow
A lungful of air
To hasten it
I pick it up
Carry the fly
Outside
Put it in a flower ***
Dandelion
And leave it
To die in peace
Eleete j Muir Jan 2012
Indolent dipterous demons
Disperse maudlin thoughts, omniscient
Towards the undercroft as they drink
From the sinuous amphora
Whilst the knell echoes throughout
The belligerant zenith of conflagration
Stated still upon the burning of sepulchre
Canonised by the death of angels
As the blood sheds red like paint
On canvass throughout the murderous
Battle of Heavens legions.



ELEETE J MUIR.
Strange summer

This has been a curious summer
few insects around and the bees have disappeared too.
It didn't use to be like this I had nets in all window
I could have saved the money this year.
Not that I'm fond of insects, but it is frightening should
they disappear altogether.
There is a small beehive in the backyard the hive
it is still there but looks like a poorly built house drying
out and pieces are falling off and is empty.
Without insect here I include the pesky dipterous there
will be no spring and no harvest.
I blame the Chemicals used on the land, and inside houses
it is poison; we must stop this attack, stop using chemical
and accept a smaller but healthy harvest.

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