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 Mar 2014 Steven Muir
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I'm dying
I said to my wife
she said you're right.
She never did editorialize.

I'm dying
I said to my children
my children said
you're funny dad
way too wild.

I'm dying
I said to my job
They smiled
Your job
we have others
we can rob.

I'm dying
I said to the redwoods
they laughed out loud
your life span is the same as a cow.

I'm dying
I said to the owl
the owl said
who not you.

I'm dying
I said to my truth
My truth said
no doubt.

I'm dying
I said to my life
my life said
you're next.
I had a flashback
Screams of Nervana
They were "those kids"
I was cirgarettles
The smoke blew in my face
I coughed
They exhaled
Silly me
Innocent me
The crazy one
The giraffe
The Ugly
Trapped between to worlds
Spinning out of control
In and out of galaxies
Solar systems
Dying stars
Lies were sweeter
Your just eating galleons of honey
By the third spoonful syrup becomes sickening
Caught in your throat
Run
Hide
Survive
Singing along to Zeppelin
I didn't the words
Laughing to that joke
Why did they notice me
Why was I worthy
To be with the
Poet
Singer
Dreamer
Writer
Lighter
Heartless
Soulless
Fearless
I was the stargazer
Who saw right through them
But loved them anyways
Now I walk this road alone
This is dedicated to the nomad thrill seeking lovers
 Mar 2014 Steven Muir
Edward Alan
I
                                                                                                
there is no greater, more
constant exchange between
ourselves and the world
than our breathing

no sooner have we
sown the skyey seeds
in our lungs
than reaped their fruit—
discarded their chaff

breathing is an agriculture


II

but to what lofty tides
we subscribe!
the sky remains infinite—
too proud for form


III

we have outgrown the ocean
outgrown the earth—
perhaps we will outgrow respiration
and become like the elements
the dead seas
the unmovable mountains

breathe consciously for a moment

breathe as slowly as you can

you are a petrified forest
you are the ocean floor
you are Fuji


IV

but with my deepest breath
I cannot swallow the sky whole
I cannot crack the edifice
or bend the arm of a single tree

I am but the fleeting scent
of a spice wafted
and splayed
on the endless
wind
 Mar 2014 Steven Muir
Theia Gwen
Her
15
Minutes
Of
Fame
Came
Only
After
She
Was
6
Feet
Under
 Mar 2014 Steven Muir
Edward Alan
This is no spring that wakens at the dawn
what should have been awakened all along.

I feel the warmth of winter through the breeze
stay buried in the bone of sleepless trees,

whose buds are fat and seasoned with the salt
left waiting for a snow that did not fall.

And should they waken now, how they would find:
capricious spring has left them all behind.
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Crows follow me,
The sky is macabre.
I crave what's not here
Death creeps near..
"The cross is upside down."
"I know my dear."
she thinks I'm stupid?
I should know i put it there.
What's wrong
just feels so right.
tribal war song
"We leave here tonight."
says the angel to my right
He's dressed in all white
"And together we both go into the light"
If its my time to go
its time to go,
Who am i to tell god no?
but the light,
its so bright!
i can't see the Angel anymore..
at the end of the light is a tall bright red door.
With child-like wonder i go to explore
behind the red door,
its a jet black room with no Windows or floors.
just black empty space and nothing more.
Wait there's two red light,
same as the door
but they were getting closer
it was hard to ignore
and as i stared longer ****!
vanished the door
Purgatory,just darkness and nothing more..
but the red lights
they're not bright but they burn
and off in the distance a voice could be heard.....
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