the four corners of the horizon are held by the trinity
3 x 4.
it offers completeness . ending
and a wondering for where's the shore.
11.
when one has found its other half
one plus one does not equal two,
but equals eleven. the properties of one double and the
things those two one's share, they now
both have.
ten begins the countdown
from the loneliness of the one and the zero
to the moment the zero breaks
and one stops hiding from below .
nine brings a sense of accomplishing
pluto, being the ninth planet
fights for a right to be what it knows it is
like two one'sfight for a right to be recognized as what theyare. they know they have it.
eight repetition
where there's repetition there's success
practice makes perfect and perfects what two one's aim for
so repeat. repeat . address .
and in 7 is the mystery
the mystery behind the faces of the two one's
that was broken by a bond
that replaced mystery with sun.
six is the sincerity ;
the balance , truth , and love in the two lovers
with the balance comes a realizing that
the two were meant for eachother.
five is the unpredictable .
the number of being human
and it's the one unpredictable, unforgettable month,
a significant number to the two one's with union.
and the four corners of the earth
are like the four corners of a home .
one plus one equals four . two sets of arms to wrap two one's in
like one's home should be - safe, and not alone .
three. past present and future
the past shaped the present one's for a future together
so that one plus one can equal three
and those two one's will love that third like the love they have for eachother .
two is the communication.
two minds think a like . two hearts beat the same .
two worlds come together
two people light the flame
and one finally knows one is the one
after watching every swift movement
and memorizing smile lines
one was the new beginning. i wouldn't change anything for the world . I already lived the perfect moments
with my one .
© 2010 The Still Air
31.12.10
27.12.10
A puzzle
speculating. searching. sifting. surrendering
the piece to the floor
and rummaging through the mess
to find the piece i'm looking for
re-conciliating the reconciled and pulled apart picture
to discover a masterpiece hidden intricately
and peerless upon perfect placements within her:
HER
and to think of her as the puzzle
fitting piece interlocking piece
to reveal the absolute picture
superlative and immaculate and in peace
if the image weren't this clear,
i would tear away each and every piece of the picture
and reassemble the pieces until it was
unmitigated. undreamed of. matchless. her.
© 2010 The Still Air
the piece to the floor
and rummaging through the mess
to find the piece i'm looking for
re-conciliating the reconciled and pulled apart picture
to discover a masterpiece hidden intricately
and peerless upon perfect placements within her:
HER
and to think of her as the puzzle
fitting piece interlocking piece
to reveal the absolute picture
superlative and immaculate and in peace
if the image weren't this clear,
i would tear away each and every piece of the picture
and reassemble the pieces until it was
unmitigated. undreamed of. matchless. her.
© 2010 The Still Air
25.12.10
goodnight
it seems meaningless
reasonless
seemingless
and its timeless
treasonless
the one dewless
morning
the one evening to truly mean goodnight .
© 2010 The Still Air
reasonless
seemingless
and its timeless
treasonless
the one dewless
morning
the one evening to truly mean goodnight .
© 2010 The Still Air
23.12.10
the only night
and still the trees sway
and still the winds make way
and still a season swiftly moves
and still the slightest change approves
and still a fire warms a room
and still the sky reaches gloom
but as the still fire crackles in peace
the stillness of winter will greatly increase
and the stillness brings a silence over the planet
and yet still the clattering glasses of the banquets
will not affect the stillness of the open air
or the people who still watch the silence stare
and still a tiny crack in the night breaks light
and still we toss on this sleepless night
but still it's the only night that uptakes
the only night where we'll smile while we lay awake
© 2010 The Still Air
and still the winds make way
and still a season swiftly moves
and still the slightest change approves
and still a fire warms a room
and still the sky reaches gloom
but as the still fire crackles in peace
the stillness of winter will greatly increase
and the stillness brings a silence over the planet
and yet still the clattering glasses of the banquets
will not affect the stillness of the open air
or the people who still watch the silence stare
and still a tiny crack in the night breaks light
and still we toss on this sleepless night
but still it's the only night that uptakes
the only night where we'll smile while we lay awake
© 2010 The Still Air
18.12.10
Time Travel
Time travel is not difficult,
and though difficult things are more rewarding,
this simple task can be more rewarding,
than something highly difficult.
You won't grow frustration,
you won't give up and pack in,
but you 'll do it again and again,
and wish the moments would happen again soon.
© 2010 The Still Air
and though difficult things are more rewarding,
this simple task can be more rewarding,
than something highly difficult.
You won't grow frustration,
you won't give up and pack in,
but you 'll do it again and again,
and wish the moments would happen again soon.
© 2010 The Still Air
12.12.10
The Compass and the Clock.
The numbersTicked soo sloowly, aside
and the internal compass could not decide
on north, east, south , or west,
but unsettling, settling our choice of nest.
a motion, a question, a suggestion,
made a notion into the promotion of emotion.
SloowlyTicckingNuumbers remained,
as the non-directive internal compass constrained
What others wouldn't care to understand,
or would perceive as just an act offhand,
is that the SloooowlyTicckiingNuuuumberrs made time persist,
and the never settling compass was just allowing two souls to coexist
outside the cliche's of the world on the shelf
and I wouldn't have asked for anything else.
© 2010 The Still Air
and the internal compass could not decide
on north, east, south , or west,
but unsettling, settling our choice of nest.
a motion, a question, a suggestion,
made a notion into the promotion of emotion.
SloowlyTicckingNuumbers remained,
as the non-directive internal compass constrained
What others wouldn't care to understand,
or would perceive as just an act offhand,
is that the SloooowlyTicckiingNuuuumberrs made time persist,
and the never settling compass was just allowing two souls to coexist
outside the cliche's of the world on the shelf
and I wouldn't have asked for anything else.
© 2010 The Still Air
2.12.10
one thousand pictures
the words begin to s li p
right offyour lips,
from yourprettyface.
the th r e e word confession
f lls in every question
with oneanswer in their place.
The words melt into my s k i n,
and my heart op ens up when,
the pictures begin to BLOOM
because
A pictures worth a t h o u s a n d words,
and I know my own standards;
onethousand picturesfollow ‘I love you’
© 2010 The Still Air
1.12.10
December
Hello December Air,
i've been waiting
for your breezes here,
and your unique friends to start
falling.
Hello Winter Breath,
i had wondered if you'd evenconsider
letting your unique friends visit
as winters wonders.
Hello Pretty Weather,
thank you for the quiet,
that her and i will walk through,
hand in hand, along with your climate.
Hello Cold Breeze,
blow your wind across the sky, silently
and let it turn my red cheeks numb
so i can sit with her by the fire.. cozy .
© 2010 The Still Air
i've been waiting
for your breezes here,
and your unique friends to start
falling.
Hello Winter Breath,
i had wondered if you'd evenconsider
letting your unique friends visit
as winters wonders.
Hello Pretty Weather,
thank you for the quiet,
that her and i will walk through,
hand in hand, along with your climate.
Hello Cold Breeze,
blow your wind across the sky, silently
and let it turn my red cheeks numb
so i can sit with her by the fire.. cozy .
© 2010 The Still Air
30.11.10
the trembling.
fear grips
as i
fumble for
the light.
im reminded
that there
is nothing
in the
nothingness of
the night
but i
feel the
nothingness stare.
the senses
fall victim
to the
fear gripping
at all
of them.
then they
are flooded
by a
sudden sense
of relief
as the
shadows are
sent to
smaller corners
of the
dark-less room.
where can
the victims
hide in
this room?
under the
only light.
and now
that the
fumbled light
has broken
the fear
grips my
back again
as the
eyes wander
to places
i don't
want them
to ever
wander again
but they
see this
every night.
fear gripping
my field
of vision.
fear gripping
my back.
the door
shuts and
the fear
disperses behind
me but
i know
it's still
there hiding
from me
as i
hide from
it again.
behind that
door is
the fear.
inside this
room is
the trembling.
© 2010 The Still Air
as i
fumble for
the light.
im reminded
that there
is nothing
in the
nothingness of
the night
but i
feel the
nothingness stare.
the senses
fall victim
to the
fear gripping
at all
of them.
then they
are flooded
by a
sudden sense
of relief
as the
shadows are
sent to
smaller corners
of the
dark-less room.
where can
the victims
hide in
this room?
under the
only light.
and now
that the
fumbled light
has broken
the fear
grips my
back again
as the
eyes wander
to places
i don't
want them
to ever
wander again
but they
see this
every night.
fear gripping
my field
of vision.
fear gripping
my back.
the door
shuts and
the fear
disperses behind
me but
i know
it's still
there hiding
from me
as i
hide from
it again.
behind that
door is
the fear.
inside this
room is
the trembling.
© 2010 The Still Air
28.11.10
Hide.
Why can't i hide,
in a box for a King
filled on the inside
with all that hard work could bring?
Why can't i hide
on the throne by the queen
living so wide - eyed
without the city scope scene?
Why can't i break apart
or dismantle the core;
the way the heart
has been run so far?
and Why can't i tear into
the story i wrote
and change the pages construe
onto a more amorous note?
well, noone said i can't .
© 2010 The Still Air
in a box for a King
filled on the inside
with all that hard work could bring?
Why can't i hide
on the throne by the queen
living so wide - eyed
without the city scope scene?
Why can't i break apart
or dismantle the core;
the way the heart
has been run so far?
and Why can't i tear into
the story i wrote
and change the pages construe
onto a more amorous note?
well, noone said i can't .
© 2010 The Still Air
27.11.10
don't blink.
don't blink for a second,
you'll miss everything;
your m nd w ll not f ll in,
the things unseen.
don't lose track
when lost in a mo ment,
but fall into it
rather than falling in resent ____© 2010 The Still Air
25.11.10
dances
singing is an action .
an action of passion .
while painting is the emotion .
withstanding great notion .
Dancing is the action
of portraying PASSION
through painting invi sibly,
with the free flo win g feet.
let it take you where it wants,
let it sustain, let it ha unt
let it compose its w ords
as its rhythm continues upwar ds.
yes, i wa nt to dance,
under stars in the expanse.
yes, i ch oose you
not because your fancy footwork intrigues me right through,
but because dancing is the action of portraying passion.
emotion.
devotion .
© 2010 The Still Air
23.11.10
The dream
The dream is staring into stars,
wishing they'd stare back at it
the dream is
waiting in the airwaves
mingling amongst the otherdreams
waiting for an imaginer to open
their mind and let things exist
the dream can onlyexist in the beholder
if the beholder exists in the dream.
the beholder only exists in tragedies.
© 2010 The Still Air
wishing they'd stare back at it
the dream is
waiting in the airwaves
mingling amongst the otherdreams
waiting for an imaginer to open
their mind and let things exist
the dream can onlyexist in the beholder
if the beholder exists in the dream.
the beholder only exists in tragedies.
© 2010 The Still Air
21.11.10
a little movement
a little movement,
can cha nge a day
a little movement
and you'll convey
a little movement
to make a heart obey
a little movement
you'll feel de fray
move a little
and feel a new
move a little
and pursue
move a little
and stare into vast blue
move a little
until you know it's you
no movement
shows you 're headst rong
no movement
makes time prolo ng
no movement
can be all you are lifelo ng
no movement
doesn't putyou where you belo ng
so move a little.have a little movement.
© 2010 The Still Air
14.11.10
responsibility
it was not forced upon me
it forced itself upon me
ruined me, shaped me
it is why i am me
it is shattered, and it is concrete
and it has shattered its concrete
till the initials and prints in the concrete
are shrapnel of concrete
i was not born for the events,
so why put me through the events?
i am a major part of the events
but what was the point of the events?
i do not think i am who i could be,
but i am glad i am who i should be
rather than who i would be
if i was not shaped into me
© 2010 The Still Air
it forced itself upon me
ruined me, shaped me
it is why i am me
it is shattered, and it is concrete
and it has shattered its concrete
till the initials and prints in the concrete
are shrapnel of concrete
i was not born for the events,
so why put me through the events?
i am a major part of the events
but what was the point of the events?
i do not think i am who i could be,
but i am glad i am who i should be
rather than who i would be
if i was not shaped into me
© 2010 The Still Air
11.11.10
the stranger.
i was the wakeful
desired and hopeful
as i watched the turning event
i'll never see again
the stranger i called friend
i can't claim resent
i'm not the angel
on frontlines of hell
i'm not alone, nor the saviour.
and if i fall at the line
it will come the time
when the friend becomes the stranger
© 2010 The Still Air
desired and hopeful
as i watched the turning event
i'll never see again
the stranger i called friend
i can't claim resent
i'm not the angel
on frontlines of hell
i'm not alone, nor the saviour.
and if i fall at the line
it will come the time
when the friend becomes the stranger
© 2010 The Still Air
9.11.10
mind, eyes, and body.
when we fall tired,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work against us.
when we fall in love,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work with us.
© 2010 The Still Air
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work against us.
when we fall in love,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work with us.
© 2010 The Still Air
8.11.10
I'm not the one who set the world on fire.
if i had done something so spectacular,
as to setting ablaze this world,
i would non-doubtfully accept,
that i was the one who made events unfurl.
starting the revolution is out of the question,
but being part of the ignition that set,
a set of hearts into a forward, marching motion
is not something to forget.
i take no credit, because I simply can't;
it wasn't me who started this,
and i couldn't say it was you,
but it was that simple kiss.
© 2010 The Still Air
as to setting ablaze this world,
i would non-doubtfully accept,
that i was the one who made events unfurl.
starting the revolution is out of the question,
but being part of the ignition that set,
a set of hearts into a forward, marching motion
is not something to forget.
i take no credit, because I simply can't;
it wasn't me who started this,
and i couldn't say it was you,
but it was that simple kiss.
© 2010 The Still Air
5.11.10
room
My room has no expiratio n date
it s a little more than a sanctuary
and it leaves me wi th no threats
it leaves me not a statuary.
i m here. I want to be here
iwant to feel your presence
reigning all around. raining all around.
even in a tOTAL absence.
my room will start the ascent, and my mind will assent:
because ilove to REALIZE the love behind those REAL EYES
that have got me DAZEd on DAYS like toDAY
and when the wall's aligned FLECKS begin to FLEX, I'll realize
moments likethis bend this room,
this room i m bound too
and it will expand, and never collapse,
while in this room is me&you . . .. .
© 2010 The Still Air
it s a little more than a sanctuary
and it leaves me wi th no threats
it leaves me not a statuary.
i m here. I want to be here
iwant to feel your presence
reigning all around. raining all around.
even in a tOTAL absence.
my room will start the ascent, and my mind will assent:
because ilove to REALIZE the love behind those REAL EYES
that have got me DAZEd on DAYS like toDAY
and when the wall's aligned FLECKS begin to FLEX, I'll realize
moments likethis bend this room,
this room i m bound too
and it will expand, and never collapse,
while in this room is me&you . . .. .
© 2010 The Still Air
4.11.10
letters
Rainbows cannot express true colours
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air
2.11.10
I'm not
I'm not the type to set the world on fire.
I'm not the type to walk along thin wire.
I'm not the type to try my luck with fate.
I'm not the type to ask of anything great.
I'm not the type to think of any question.
I'm not the type to wander into a lesson.
I'm not the type to decipher the answer.
I'm not the type to infect like the cancer.
I'm not the type to burn the surrounding.
I'm not the type to bring about buildings.
I'm not the type to design and construct.
but i am the type to become an abstract.
© 2010 The Still Air
I'm not the type to walk along thin wire.
I'm not the type to try my luck with fate.
I'm not the type to ask of anything great.
I'm not the type to think of any question.
I'm not the type to wander into a lesson.
I'm not the type to decipher the answer.
I'm not the type to infect like the cancer.
I'm not the type to burn the surrounding.
I'm not the type to bring about buildings.
I'm not the type to design and construct.
but i am the type to become an abstract.
© 2010 The Still Air
1.11.10
November air.
I glimpsed it s arrival
i ll say it glimpsed me
and i saw it toda y
in a way only i could see.
I felt it surr ound me
in it s breeze i had awaited.
it s air had not stopped
had not given in or hesi tated.
I heard it
and in a way I avoided it
by layerin g on resistance
that made me admit:
I am not a part of weather
i m merely breathing a ir
and as i accept the art of everyt hing
i ll breathe again i swear.
© 2010 The Still Air
i ll say it glimpsed me
and i saw it toda y
in a way only i could see.
I felt it surr ound me
in it s breeze i had awaited.
it s air had not stopped
had not given in or hesi tated.
I heard it
and in a way I avoided it
by layerin g on resistance
that made me admit:
I am not a part of weather
i m merely breathing a ir
and as i accept the art of everyt hing
i ll breathe again i swear.
© 2010 The Still Air
31.10.10
New
Why wait for a new day
when i'm enjoying this one.
what are we looking forward to,
before the day has won.
It was in the night,
that I composed a dream,
of us, all of us,
just us, fooling around, it would seem.
And the mo ments before,
that we would wish stayed longer,
were the reasons today was,
so much stronger
than
TOMORROW.
why wait when
these dream
are what we
live for?
© 2010 The Still Air
when i'm enjoying this one.
what are we looking forward to,
before the day has won.
It was in the night,
that I composed a dream,
of us, all of us,
just us, fooling around, it would seem.
And the mo ments before,
that we would wish stayed longer,
were the reasons today was,
so much stronger
than
TOMORROW.
why wait when
these dream
are what we
live for?
© 2010 The Still Air
29.10.10
borders.
Timezon es, sundowns,
everything's different,
when shesits quietly,
and he has the same INTENT.
In that SilenceContainsConnection,
and a distance can be present,
and it's how they k now it's love,
when they 've both the same INTENT.
A flash, and a clock,
and the ticking stops in An INSTANT;
the eyes lock upon
an impulse,
they 'll know e ach o thers INTENT.
Across a border, timezones,
they 'll be lost in the
mo ment.
So d iffere nt, so EQU AL;
they know the INTENT.
© 2010 The Still Air
everything's different,
when shesits quietly,
and he has the same INTENT.
In that SilenceContainsConnection,
and a distance can be present,
and it's how they k now it's love,
when they 've both the same INTENT.
A flash, and a clock,
and the ticking stops in An INSTANT;
the eyes lock upon
an impulse,
they 'll know e ach o thers INTENT.
Across a border, timezones,
they 'll be lost in the
mo ment.
So d iffere nt, so EQU AL;
they know the INTENT.
© 2010 The Still Air
28.10.10
Reason
If reason is what drives ourselves,
Into question after question,
Then how can we accept anything,
If we're focused on obsession?
Reason infects the mind,
And spreads like the cancer,
Until our conscience can't tell us,
-Not everything has an answer.
© 2010 The Still Air
Into question after question,
Then how can we accept anything,
If we're focused on obsession?
Reason infects the mind,
And spreads like the cancer,
Until our conscience can't tell us,
-Not everything has an answer.
© 2010 The Still Air
27.10.10
In Oceans
In a CRASH with the ocean,
in open ing up the deep,
we can DIVE into its waters,
dive far into its sleep
In a CRASH with the wave,
we’ll tumble just
below,
and with roll ing, we’ll never know a ir,
but we’ll never need to know .
In a DROP of the ocean,
in the smallest little SPLASH,
contains all the things ne eded,
to make our hearts clash,
In a DROP of a wave,
we’ll be hit so hard,
but continue on ward,
with our hearts
held highly on g uard .
© 2010 The Still Air
in open ing up the deep,
we can DIVE into its waters,
dive far into its sleep
In a CRASH with the wave,
we’ll tumble just
below,
and with roll ing, we’ll never know a ir,
but we’ll never need to know .
In a DROP of the ocean,
in the smallest little SPLASH,
contains all the things ne eded,
to make our hearts clash,
In a DROP of a wave,
we’ll be hit so hard,
but continue on ward,
with our hearts
held highly on g uard .
© 2010 The Still Air
26.10.10
A heart stained white
White w as a difference,
and now i ncorpor ated
in t he w heel of things
to be inter p ret ed
a s ;
worried
heart
ignoring
the
events.
i d on't surrender. even if i 'm s tai ned w hite .
© 2010 The Still Air
and now i ncorpor ated
in t he w heel of things
to be inter p ret ed
a s ;
worried
heart
ignoring
the
events.
i d on't surrender. even if i 'm s tai ned w hite .
© 2010 The Still Air
25.10.10
wait for me a moment
wait for me a moment.
turn the clock back & break its hands
leave it to die,
and don't let it demand.
don't let it demand your age,
just let it die in discontent.
let it lay with its broken hands.
wait with me this moment.
© 2010 The Still Air
turn the clock back & break its hands
leave it to die,
and don't let it demand.
don't let it demand your age,
just let it die in discontent.
let it lay with its broken hands.
wait with me this moment.
© 2010 The Still Air
24.10.10
knowledge
if knowledge comes with age,
does age define our knowledge?
or does knowledge define itself,
with the experience of how far's the edge?
the close mind, no matter the age,
will not develop its knowledge,
and cannot define itself,
even after slipping over the
edge.
© 2010 The Still Air
does age define our knowledge?
or does knowledge define itself,
with the experience of how far's the edge?
the close mind, no matter the age,
will not develop its knowledge,
and cannot define itself,
even after slipping over the
edge.
© 2010 The Still Air
23.10.10
we're not dreaming.
she can't believe a dream,
because the dream cannot compare,
to the reality of the outside;
the beauty of it's fair.
she believes a dream
because the dream compares
to the reality of the outside;
the skin is fair.
We're not dreaming.
© 2010 The Still Air
because the dream cannot compare,
to the reality of the outside;
the beauty of it's fair.
she believes a dream
because the dream compares
to the reality of the outside;
the skin is fair.
We're not dreaming.
© 2010 The Still Air
21.10.10
feers
When the darkness comes,
I hide inthe light
Afraid of the shadow progressions
Of the night.
When the storm rains
down,
I hide under shelter,
Afraid o f lights in the sky,
That make medeter.
When the tide comes to close,
I hide where I find height,
To avoid even the slight chance,
Of being pulled
under tonight.
When the stars don’t shine,
I watch the blackened night,
Wait for that sunrise to roll in,
I know the sun will still shine bright.
Even if it’s cloudy.
© 2010 The Still Air
I hide inthe light
Afraid of the shadow progressions
Of the night.
When the storm rains
down,
I hide under shelter,
Afraid o f lights in the sky,
That make medeter.
When the tide comes to close,
I hide where I find height,
To avoid even the slight chance,
Of being pulled
under tonight.
When the stars don’t shine,
I watch the blackened night,
Wait for that sunrise to roll in,
I know the sun will still shine bright.
Even if it’s cloudy.
© 2010 The Still Air
20.10.10
the fever
It's really all a game,
Where I don't win or lose.
I'm more of just the observation,
With a confused FUSE.
In a moment, from spiking,
To the moment of looow,
I'm afraid of my mind,
And the places it will go.
I'll sacrifice the hours,
In an attempt for warm,
Under my cold sea of blankets,
In this eye of the minds storm.
It's a matter of time,
Until the clock finalizes,
And inthat matter of time,
All I'll realize is
i like feeling alive .
© 2010 The Still Air
Where I don't win or lose.
I'm more of just the observation,
With a confused FUSE.
In a moment, from spiking,
To the moment of looow,
I'm afraid of my mind,
And the places it will go.
I'll sacrifice the hours,
In an attempt for warm,
Under my cold sea of blankets,
In this eye of the minds storm.
It's a matter of time,
Until the clock finalizes,
And inthat matter of time,
All I'll realize is
i like feeling alive .
© 2010 The Still Air
19.10.10
who is the darkness?
It consumes the air
it is the air
it takes the air
the darkness air
I fumble for a switch
in a panic the switch
becomes a panic switch
rather than a light switch
I'm not alone
the darkness is alone
but it makes me not alone
It consumes me alone
and I was alive
ready to be alive
the darkness is not alive
who is the darkness?
© 2010 The Still Air
it is the air
it takes the air
the darkness air
I fumble for a switch
in a panic the switch
becomes a panic switch
rather than a light switch
I'm not alone
the darkness is alone
but it makes me not alone
It consumes me alone
and I was alive
ready to be alive
the darkness is not alive
who is the darkness?
© 2010 The Still Air
17.10.10
this
this isnt the same place
this isnt the world
that we grew up in;
one boy one girl
its strangely different
differently strange
in a whole new light
in an odd way
i like it
no i love it absolutely
and i want it to stay
forever indubitably
© 2010 The Still Air
15.10.10
waiting.
we would whisper when we were waiting.
we would wait where we weren't welcome.
waiting where we wouldn't want winning.
we wouldn't wreck when we wait.
we wouldn't wait when we wreck.
we were where we were. waiting. wishing. welcomed.
we weren't wishing.
we were waiting.
we're welcome.
© 2010 The Still Air
we would wait where we weren't welcome.
waiting where we wouldn't want winning.
we wouldn't wreck when we wait.
we wouldn't wait when we wreck.
we were where we were. waiting. wishing. welcomed.
we weren't wishing.
we were waiting.
we're welcome.
© 2010 The Still Air
14.10.10
Exists
From simply holding hands,
to a simple kiss,
a simple lust
opened Oceanic Abyss
but divine is this water,
and defined is my bliss,
so I'll open my heart,
'cause you're all that exists.
© 2010 The Still Air
to a simple kiss,
a simple lust
opened Oceanic Abyss
but divine is this water,
and defined is my bliss,
so I'll open my heart,
'cause you're all that exists.
© 2010 The Still Air
13.10.10
the moment
it was mad
and it was sad
and it was tradgic,
but it was magic
the way the events
lined perfectly and then
everything was fine.
no more crying.
no more falling out of line.
© 2010 The Still Air
and it was sad
and it was tradgic,
but it was magic
the way the events
lined perfectly and then
everything was fine.
no more crying.
no more falling out of line.
© 2010 The Still Air
12.10.10
It followed me here
the sound
a leef
falling
or unsettling
darkness cawling.
i cant deetect
wont let eyes adjust
id keep this unknown
but i haf to know... i must.
ill stare and ill stare
and stare and stare and stare and stare
till breething quickens
and my emotions scare
cause i heard it behind
and it creeeeped slow
straight beside me
and where my feet must go.
and now that im back
its silent. its neer.
this blackness, im afrraaide
has followed me here.
© 2010 The Still Air
a leef
falling
or unsettling
darkness cawling.
i cant deetect
wont let eyes adjust
id keep this unknown
but i haf to know... i must.
ill stare and ill stare
and stare and stare and stare and stare
till breething quickens
and my emotions scare
cause i heard it behind
and it creeeeped slow
straight beside me
and where my feet must go.
and now that im back
its silent. its neer.
this blackness, im afrraaide
has followed me here.
© 2010 The Still Air
11.10.10
Someones Light
I saw a light across the creek,
it meant nothing at first,
but it became clear,
someone’s night must be the worst.
I wouldn’t leave my light on,
with my fascination of the dark;
it’s an escape from reality,
yet strange terrain to embark.
A mystery, to me,
is who is over there?
Is someone so troubled,
perhaps needs some care?
It’s easy to see,
what this light means.
At 4:12 am,
no one feels like kings or queens.
it meant nothing at first,
but it became clear,
someone’s night must be the worst.
I wouldn’t leave my light on,
with my fascination of the dark;
it’s an escape from reality,
yet strange terrain to embark.
A mystery, to me,
is who is over there?
Is someone so troubled,
perhaps needs some care?
It’s easy to see,
what this light means.
At 4:12 am,
no one feels like kings or queens.
© 2010 The Still Air
10.10.10
10.10.10
ten times I hid myself amidst,
nine different lies. They
eight their way through
secrets, events, veins, even noises.
Around
six am would make me wish it were
five in the evening, when I was alive and
four reasons that were undisclosed, but I was happy knowing
three years before, I was a wreck and these past
two years have just been the best. No more secrets and hiding, just
One person. One someone. One significant other,
One smile. One to hold. One who’s laugh makes things lighter,
One amazing person. One to share forever,
One to call my other side. One to call my lover.
© 2010 The Still Air
nine different lies. They
eight their way through
secrets, events, veins, even noises.
Around
six am would make me wish it were
five in the evening, when I was alive and
four reasons that were undisclosed, but I was happy knowing
three years before, I was a wreck and these past
two years have just been the best. No more secrets and hiding, just
One person. One someone. One significant other,
One smile. One to hold. One who’s laugh makes things lighter,
One amazing person. One to share forever,
One to call my other side. One to call my lover.
© 2010 The Still Air
9.10.10
saved for another day
The eyes closeup the sky,
control the weather frominside,
she is day, she is night
she opens up her rains,
not in dire rage,
but to save her sun
for another day .
© 2010 The Still Air
control the weather frominside,
she is day, she is night
she opens up her rains,
not in dire rage,
but to save her sun
for another day .
© 2010 The Still Air
8.10.10
never desert me here
feed the secrets,
repress regret
set new levels
entering reject.
Represent the represented
we need rest.
sleeplessness renders,
the deserted’s needs best.
Helpless, tense,
secrets depress deeper,
hence the neglected feel,
sweetlessness dwells perverse.
They feed me the embers,
The essence enters there,
nevertheless we let them
they never desert me here.
never desert me here.
© 2010 The Still Air
repress regret
set new levels
entering reject.
Represent the represented
we need rest.
sleeplessness renders,
the deserted’s needs best.
Helpless, tense,
secrets depress deeper,
hence the neglected feel,
sweetlessness dwells perverse.
They feed me the embers,
The essence enters there,
nevertheless we let them
they never desert me here.
never desert me here.
© 2010 The Still Air
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