I'm Wasting.

and thats why fromnow on.
ill try my

very best to stopwasting



anddestroying myself down.

because even though imake great efforts to stopwasting,

im still wasting all my efforts.

© 2011 the still air


The problems with simplicity are as follows:

We waste no time figuring a       way out
             because the path rests rightinfront of our feet,
and we're  amazed when
  the pages of instructions   lead us to the   complete,

but isn't that exactly what they're for?

The simplest of designs can portray
the exact    same     messages
that   are     hidden   amongst
      some of    the   most controversial and  complicated    presages.

and complicated doesn't run our planet earth anymore.

We're   trapped inside  an    age    of simplicity,
         starting at    A          and   landing at  B,
connecting dots     that were   so obviously   layed before us,
 because  we want things A.S.A.P.

 it's   a struggle just to try   to paint a    picture.

And if we fall out of the flow          with no  simple mindedness,
    we run   out   into  the world   with   extreme  eccentricity,
and we, at often times,  find ourselves,
         falling into the  simpleness of   simplicity.

Is there a problem?

    the simple    brilliance of a   simple man,
can   simply drive him      to  finish   what    he   intends,
with   a whole new outlook, and  whole new  eyes,
just      so        things        will      be    easier   in the end.

Are we  in   an  age  of laziness?

Or are  we  just   simply   brilliant.
because there are  thousands  upon   thousands  of ways,
to  complete      simple   tasks, and there are       easier     ways,
      to complete them, so  the   complex  mind will  appraise.

And this is          where       complexity  stands  strong.

   with    what   we  know,  we can play out every outcome,
and   we  can   shadow  the   easiest and more  efficient way,
but   by  opening  up   our   minds   to the  complexion of every situation,
and realizing        that  we   don't      have to live   in  dog  days


and   realizing   that  the  most  difficult   of tasks,
can be tackled with   new eyes  and  we can  clear away  the haziness,
and  discover  efficiency over the old   ways
and we can exercise every place in our brain and know that it's not laziness

but simple brilliance.

Simpleness is the world I’m growing up in,
and i plan on making my contribution simpler,
by tackling things with brand new eyes.
and walking life a little easier.

© 2011 the still air


Get In the Car

Transgressions and transformations.
Reincarnations of tattered souls. 
Remember what dreams are composed of,
Remember we are only fools.

If we don't accept changes,
And live strictly off of hypotheses,
The only change we could undergo,
Is end of friendships and new enemies.

You see our mind has a mind of it's own,
And within it is our functions,
And we control our functions,
So change is all part of that motion.

Openness is a saint. 
We cannot conduct energy,
Unless we accept all transgressions,
And become the transformer for the enemy. 

Everyone is the enemy,
And we are all due for new formation,
So please don't be scared,
when the lights touch down in new motions. 

Keep the car running. 
Keep the engines purr,
To be heard from a distance.
To be heard. 

© 2011 the still air


bring life back home

put the fire out inside me.
please stop this burning sensation.
please rem ve ev ry th ught.
give me slight desire for                   segregation.

heal the burns,            clot the wounds.
      rem ve       the          sc rs.
give me peace.        give me rest.
   take away the                              dark.

bring life back home .

© 2011 the still air

time zones and coordinates

Timezones and coordinates
are both fancy ways of saying,
“I’m over here, you’re over there,
and there are borders keeping,

us apart.”

But placing facts out of the way,
I could never say, “in this distance,
I can still feel you here.
It’s like our bodies still remain in coexistence,


And I could never flatten the world,
drain every ocean, or build bridges.
I can’t decrease the distance,
by moving tectonic plates small tiny smidges,

because that would ruin the world,
just to make me happy.

© 2011 The Still Air


Hide in the light

Sometimes just the fact,
That facts turn into reasons,
Becomes reasons to hide,
Hide from the seasons.

And sometimes the world,
Causes our world to tremble,
Trembling in firery fear,
And the fear to disassemble.

So sometimes it's ok,
To not be ok in the night,
Because night time brings darkness,
And darkness finds we hide in the light,

When it comes around.

© 2011 The Still Air


Body and Soul

"Do you believe in angels?"
She said,
As she placed her hood,
Upon her head,

And let the rain fall,
All around her,
With an umbrella at her side,
Embracing the cool water.

"Do you believe there’s,
Someone watching?
Someone who knows,
How were moving?

Someone who knows,
Every last sway,
And every last footstep,
And every last day?"

With that I said,
"Close your eyes,
Listen to the sounds,
And realize,

That with nights we have left,
There’s just so many thoughts,
To let run through our heads,
To run us overwrought."

"I was curious,
Of what its like to die,"
She said, "for every person,
There's not enough stars in the sky.

If we were meant,
To be alive,
I’m sure the angels,
Would make us realize,

That a star,
Has no conception,
To our,

So I took her hand,
And placed it over the moon,
To show her how dark,
The world could be soon,

And I said, "we’re all the moon,
We’re not the stars.
The angels are all flickering,
Guiding us through who we are.

I know the way,
You feel right now,
And I know the world,
Turns up somehow,

But in these dire days,
Please don’t separate,
Your body and soul,
Don’t contemplate,

Just step outside,
And breathe the air,
And realize,
That life’s not fair,

But it’s the people,
We hold close and dear,
It’s the people,
That we hold so near,

It’s the angels,
We all have in our hearts,
It’s the angels,
Who have grown to be a part,

of us

that make this life
worth living.

I do believe in angels,"
I said,
As I removed her hood,
From her head.

And let the rain,
Run down her face,
"Those are the angels,
washing your tears away."

© 2011 The Still Air



The best i can be
only comes with moonlight
so it seems,
that sleeping isn't right.

It's the one time i'm useful,
so to let it go to waste,
is like pretending i don't exist,
like pretending my home's not a place.

© 2011 The Still Air

not what i hear

why should someone like me,
deserve something so great.
why should someone like me,
have to sit and wait.

last night, there were signs,
loud and brilliant and bright,
and they were hidden in the sky,
and i slept right through the night.

i'm here because you want me here
not because anyone else wants me here.
if i was meant to be alive, then truly i would be,
but that's not what i hear.

© 2011 The Still Air


If only I wouldn't miss you

If only i wouldn't miss you, 
It would be so easy to dream constantly for weeks.
It would be so easy to disregard what life is.
It would be so easy to just disappear
And then reappear in silence.

If only i wouldn't miss you,
It would be so simple to slip away,
It would be so simple to let myself fall,
It would be so simple to let go of the railing
And catch on at the last second.

I would miss you,
It's not easy to dream at all, because you're so real,
It's not easy to think for a minute that i'm minuscule,
And it's not easy to know that leaving would mean leaving you,
And that's something i'm not willing to do.

I still can't wait to reach my home in the sand,
But i'm happy enough living in my home with you.

© 2011 The Still Air