I hear the thunder meddling
its way among the raindrops
that permeate through sunlight
and realize
that the weather is a motif
for God's emotional prognosis.

God is but a ******;
he and I stammer upon the same boat.

Our existence makes a pair
of helplessly hanging doppelgangers,
orbs of confusion that contract
whiplash with every turn they make.

Two repressed housewives
that put all their hopes and dreams
in a ****-stained smile.

This collision of light and malevolance
is but His way of symbolizing
my shame-patronized indecision
in a way that makes people tear up
at the joy of beauty.

Fecklessly eremitical
Scholars of sorcery wizened
As a thousand dew drops
Sullenly fall like tears
From furtive circean eyes,
Gnarling pious pyrognomic malevolance
Within the nebulous netherworlds
Salamandrous sanctity
Summonsing the heliacally
Resurgant vaticide from
The pheonixs flames
Newly baptised;
Immutably the darkest
Light that ever shone
Upon halcyon times.


ELEETE J MUIR

A cloud of despair
A puff of hope
Every chance of redemption
Is but a screen of smoke

Behind the façade
Lurk arcane deals and shameless lies
Leave only the what ifs
And the wonder whys

Deception, despair  
Who really cares
Propagating the notion
That life should be fair

We've built a world
Where flesh is king
We must fill the king's coffers
With new, shiny things

We give money our worship
And fame our praise
We denigrate morality
And nurture the depraved

With ignorant audacity
We declare ourselves wise
Birthing debauchery and malevolance
As innocent blood cries

In the name of self-actualization
We reject a Holy God
Encouraging moral departure
With a wink and a nod