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In the space between my lips
and your face
unwritten words wait
to be spoken in
tokens of
love.
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
AM
The Chain
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
AM
Time stood still around her as
she wove her chain of clover flowers
tying every delicate knot with care
She ignored them at first as they became brown
so sundried and wilted
that even her delicate
knots
failed
Her fingers were sore
And she was becoming weary
Of staring at her wilted chain of clover flowers
Stretching for miles into the distance
And taunting her with its crisp and shriveled form
So as she continued to weave her clover flowers
She let her mind remain blank
She thought of nothing with every delicate knot she tied
Nothing as she plucked each flower from the ground
Nothing as she stared at the withered length of chain
And nothing as she finally laid it down
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
Paul Hardwick
Please all people
do not write us off
U S  security
we are there for your protection
and that is our only intention
anything else is your own problem
and do not do drugs

WHO do YOU      L    O   V     E           ???????????????????????
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
Bryce K
Hope
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
Bryce K
I dream of true love and romance,
and just wait for it to come and pass.

I weave tales of happy endings,
and ignore the cold world around me.

I hope someday, I will find true love.
And weave my own happy ending.

But until then, I'm happy to dream.
And continue on my hunt for love.

Ignoring the dark, and embracing the hopeful light,
I will search and search, never giving up...hope.
I know ****** who brag about money and this **** we call rap.
These the same lil ****** that claim they trap but go home and that **** changes.
Gotta momma with 2 jobs, big sister and little brother.
No food on the table so you think about slanging, but what happened to just praying?
You grew up too fast with worries of overdue rent and the emotional pain of rocking your cousin lou's old shoes.
Trynna keep a rep at school they all think you got it good so thats what they respect.
Step father is abusive and he calls you different types of ******* you wake up in the morning you want this **** to end faster..
You comb your hair back and wash your face then you put on that hard ****** mask and you're......fine again
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
Jared Eli
He told me he believed
That I had the greatness in me
And to give up now would be
A sad, sad thing

He said it didn't matter
If I believed in god
Because god is all around
And I have felt him

He said I've touched at least
A thousand lives
And he's pretty sure
That I've touched more

He said that no one's perfect
And to hold them to that pedastol
Is a nice concept
But ill-advised

He said that I have it all inside
The leadership and knowledge
The power and respect
The goodness of a man

And it was all I could do,
As I looked at the man
Who I respected and admired,
Not to cry
I've been having these really bad fights with the voices in my head over whether or not to become an Eagle scout. A lot of it had to do with the twelfth point of the scout law: Reverence. I used to be agnostic and considered myself to be the most religious person I knew because I didn't just go to church on Sunday and just believe what my parents had sat me down and told me to believe. I used to think being atheist was stupid because there has to be something after you die and someone's got to tell you where you go, right? And it was impossible to be mad at something you didn't believe in. But then I thought I was using god as a scapegoat and I took responsibility for everything that happened and I thought, "What about computer programs? Where's their 'Afterdeath'? " which sounds silly, but I thought what if that was what happened to people, too? What if we just stopped existing? It's been really depressing for the past seven months, being an atheist, but I know that I can't just say that I'm a Christian or a Catholic or a Muslim or a Jew or a Bhuddist or LDS because that would be lying and I can't lie about religion because it means something to me. If I join a religion, I'm going to go all the way and be pious and follow all the rules and never swear and be abstinent (luckily still a V so I have that option) and not consume substances and ask for forgiveness and give myself to the lord and be really nice and good and want nothing material and benefit society. But I can't do that. At least not yet. And I've got to find out who I am to find out if I ever can, which sounds really cliche, but I don't want to taint any religion by being in it only halfway. And I know that people do that all the time, but I don't want to be one of THEM. That's how I feel about the Eagle. It means something to me, and to me it should be given to those people who are the embodiment of scouting, who are basically almost saint-like. And I know I'll never be. So I've been having these conversations and been being ostracized accidentally and been fighting with my parents and been wanting to either run away or **** myself or both and then been worrying about my sister and how her life's going to turn out and realizing that I'm a terrible, terrible person and a worse friend and hating myself and wanting to change and knowing I can't and basically just having an all around bad time of it all. Until tonight. I talked with my friend's dad who is this firefighter and I've never wanted to be a firefighter and still don't, but I've always admired him and wished we could just shoot the breeze and he told me that he thought I was an Eagle already. All that I neede now was the paperwork. And the fact that he said that, that he believed in me, that he took the time to tell me that he believed I should do it and that I was a great scout and that even through everything I've been through I kept a-smiling and it takes a real gift for that, the fact that he did all of that for me made me feel really relieved and it made me consider going for Eagle. So I don't know if I will or not, but I do know that if he had just given me a slantface contemplative look and said that Eagle was up to me and that it was up to if I felt I exemplified it, I never would have reconsidered and would have closed the book.
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
Ottar
What is power of being the last of anything,
That there is no other and we need reminding,
how precious and rare like fresh air,
or a loved one's last breath.

What hold on our being does it have, when there is only one,
That you cannot hold in your hand, or take your eye away,
What would you do, if your child was that one, like our singular sun,
Precarious grasp on life, bumble bees, dragonflies, please stay.

It does not end here.
Last of all I fear.
I will write and write
until I get it right,
in last words that
all can hear the poetry,
that all you can write,
type, say or do.

Peace.
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
K Mae
terran om
 Aug 2013 Gary Muir
K Mae
insects sing alive the night
    
jubilation terran om
      *of future past there is no note...
          a present cadence rolling on

        *come seasons silence my refrain
                to sing no song of then
                  jubilation terran om
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