Ignorances innate wove curtain of veils
Cut usunder heretofore obscuring
Bodhicittas valedictory wintry gloom torn
Of enlightenments will factioning the
Silenced mammonish city kingdom truced
As the wings of Azrael clinch
Earthly thistles; monolithic raiments
Deposed Hull, Hell and Halifax parcae
The willowing of light unfettering Fenrirs
Durance, howling aconite psalms suspiring
Suffrage relict paving with mewed stars
Redemptions tithed talents bequeathed
Of Heavens sinister prayer burning
Acinta dusts thine ashes threading
The wilful sword of Gods destruction.


ELEETE J MUIR.

Aeolian dour fire meridians
Unfettering enlightenments will
Together Scylla with authority
Howling, Charybdis in oblivians wake
Shenting spindel meandering;
The schism termagating sirens
Repasts (diabolic manna)
Refracting ambrosial in the
Lap of Gods eye sophically conjecturing
Ephinany- times charioteering,
The nocturnal triunes discordance
Contemplating consequence thistling
Opothecaric sigels permeating lots
Obstruse lathed cerebral skies
Ruthfully roil whittling indelible
Epitaphs of serpentine repositories
Woefully dawning eternity castening
Harmoniously asunder truths
Deifying yen die.


ELEETE J MUIR.

Aching skin,
Boiling blood,
My lust consumes.

Hands long for your throat,
crave to be wrapped in your hair,
pulling you closer. Close enough
to feel your heat, to smell you.

My lips, Ah my lips.
My lips and tongue implore
for the wet heat of your folds.
I must taste your flesh
before I wither from attrition.

Union.
The singularity of ingression,
transcendent of all earthly attachments.
Sublime.

Release. An unfettering of all thought,
leaving only feeling.
A divine conjunction.

And after, the only sounds our breathing.
Still as one, unencumbered by thought.

We rest peacefully in our oasis, sated.

Abandoned
And befallen - gods
Trespass the moon
So black
- in a fresco of silence
Like a solo drop
Of dusk - godly foibles
As if dying
In lowly fables
- shredded
And camouflaged,
Nocturnal truth
Of infernal desires speaking
At a remove
From the earthly soil

Thus spake
The spell of oracular lies
As the gods fumbled
In celestial fuss to reverberate
In teardrop shadows
- unfettering hundreds of lives
From the fiasco
Of unholy war as lowly
As godly disdain
Forbidden far from the heaven

Thus -
As the fresco of silence
Smacking
- of an epic delusion
Dies a demise
Of godly death
And the fiasco ends there
In godly foibles
And in godly disdain...

The Moment
Moments
27 March 2022

Musing. Where do I find my centre?
The essence of my being?
The accounting of my worth?
My person?
Not in my poetry, my stories, my self.
Rather moments unfettering the illusion of wholeness complete.
Greatest satisfactions of my life, are brief.
Infinity's experience,  distanced, solitary, lost.
No need for more.

errant skies, orange like sherbert
clouds of grey slowly move by unfettering my ear,
lost times i couldnt heal,
i break free on the taste of ice cream on my tongue
as the clouds around where i fly form a pond
in which i soak in.
the stillness of water. calm wave
in the shallows.
whisked to a burling bastion of a blue school of fish their
scales shining the new found suns light reflecting off my eyes as sparkles
that happen to fall and turn to purple soda and land on my tongue.
whisking around in my form of glee, a new scape of snow and snow
covered grass and snow
falling amid twirling streetlighted paths.
As I fall and I land too and then stand in an old jacket and in my old fleece hat.

The cold of those nights.
Like taking a breath mint but it always stayed somewhere placed within your head. The core, i guess. If you placed yourself right, snugged yourself tight, you'd be an unstoppable machine against the cold.
And with it came the power of being in that ubiquitous beauty.
Every single snowflake.
A present.
I bask in it
It might be bad right now i think to say at THIS moment in THIS time,
That it tastes a little like you
But I don't deny the truth

I am terrified.
not of you,
never of you
your love is the one thing I could trust without question.
what i fear is everything else

i fear four years will swallow us whole
that the empty weeks, months, years between our visits
will stretch so wide we lose ourselves inside them
i fear the waiting, the missing,
the endless ache of wanting
with no way to hold you close

i fear waking up alone,
day after day,
month after month,
year after year,
until the memory of your warmth
feels like a dream i once had
instead of a life we share.

i fear the slow erosion
not betrayal,
but distance grinding down the edges of us
until one day we don’t fit together
the way we used to.

i know you love me.
it took me a while to truly accept it, but i’ve accepted it
i know i love you
a type of love that shouldn’t be possible for a few months relationship
a type of undying, unfettering love, that drives my very existence
a type of love that i know will best fear in the end,
but love right now feels fragile against time’s cruel hands
what if its not enough?
what if these years
build walls higher than our arms can reach
roads longer than our hearts can walk?

i dont want to lose you to silence,
to calendars,
to the simple cruelty of not being able
to see your face when i need it most
(not just over a phone, but in person, where i can hold you in embrace
that completes my soul, and gives me purpose)

i want us to survive
more than anything
and know i will do whatever i can to make sure that happens
but id be lying
if i didnt say i was so scared
oh what distance can do
even to the strongest love.

i dont share this with you to cast doubt on us
i dont share this with you to try and strike fear
i want nothing more than for us to survive
i love you more than anything
i literally cannot function without you
you are the smile that gets me through the day
and stops me from breaking down
stops me from just staying here, where i lay, not moving, not doing anything with my life
you are my energy, my fire, my happiness and joy
you are my everything

but a wise friend once gave me some advice
he said “matt, one thing for any ldr to work,
no matter how silly or serious the matter
whether you think the other needs to hear it or not,
whether it could impact the relationship or not,
whether it may hurt or aid your partner,
whether you plan to act on it or not,
if you think something, you need to tell your partner.
tell them everything, before you don’t have that opportunity anymore.”

so i tell you babe, with all the love in my heart, im scared, and im so sorry that i am
but i need you to know that i am.
that wont stop me from fighting for this, with everything i’ve got, but i need you to know,
i am scared.