Preponderant enchantments written
With dawns bereft tears
Of a hircine mendicant
Upon a necromantic acorn
Thirsting times wild-wize monition
During a week of sundays
Atide sins wake awash
Clarities purification.
Natures immure debt drawing
Maledictions masterpiece,
Leys bane web mercifully mirroring
Obsidian sibilant eyes
Peccably prenouncing the portent
Languid whisper inquisitorially;
Heavens augumented vestments
Distinguishable amid eternities
Pensive shade as thuriferous
Hallowed tombs loom black
As ink, somewhere that was
Thought to be void far between
The dark hour anchoring the
Fractured talisman of loves memoirs.



ELEETE J MUIR.

Father. Mine and Yours. Both Oil Lamps at zest
Managed to hone our Characters throughout
Mine the Prime Wisdom; Yours his Water's Best
Both total Great Hearts we can't live without
So why do we Fight? If Reason betrays
And later picks our Spoils scattered by War
And who gets Hurt? Those caught between the Leys
Where supposed Joy must settle by far
Yes I am aware you find it Funny
To exploit your Gift and choose to Ignore
Is that your Model? Where your Harmony
Took some Chopsticks and plucked out those who bore.
Remember him again. And read his Lines
On Words which matter; And Self you define.

fromabove
       itleaves
         youbreath-
less:
suspended

on the
             edges
           of theknown
           world aren't stars        
        cavingoutand
      in
but rather:

tree
tops;

    mountain
val - leys,
         jag-
    ged

cliffs

pegged.
eversoslightly
to the
earth

be-
   low.

    you.

Caution, please, to the Next Adventure repressed
South from the Spangles to have your Bow healed
As Cross-Marked you are from this Faith depressed
Sweep Slathered Leys your Locked Ego concealed
Twice-good-thanks-Merry Five Placards perform
Each with their Tassels a-wait Colours pull
So Train you're wont; Keep those Stances reform
And tie those Charibels sate your Guts full
A Category indeed strips by the Bell
Where Two Sworn Sisters pad your Forces spock
Energise now! Let all Seasons be well
Then Drink-cool-be-Merry lift by the Brock.
There are those who sell Substances beware
The Dark Man's Game knows your Tempting Guns there.

A lost friend
Once again I write to you
And all I do is sit and think.....
Only about you without a blink…
From all that has happened I wish I could learn
That life isn't always what you desire
Knowing what I'm writing is all so true
You ignore the meaning of all of this
But all I see is the first time we met
I don't know why this happened to me
Meet me for 5 don't let me wonder
All I want is for you to reflect on
That this for me isn't a show
Don't forget the moments we had
The day you left I was sad
   By Besnard Jn Leys