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



why wait when
        these dream
are what we
         live for?

© 2010 The Still Air



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



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


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
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


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 ;


i d  on't   surrender.  even if      i 'm  s tai ned w hite  .

© 2010 The Still Air


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



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

© 2010 The Still Air


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



When the darkness       comes,
I hide            inthe  light
Afraid  of     the shadow      progressions
Of the        night.

When     the storm       rains 
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


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


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



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



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



  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


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


It followed me here

the sound
a leef
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


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.

© 2010 The Still Air



ten times I hid myself amidst,
nine different lies. They
eight their way through
secrets, events, veins, even noises.
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


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


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


an edge

that tiniest piece,
                that pushes people off the edge,
i'm seeing it,
                form with me on the ledge.

you could say,
                 i'm frightened, nonetheless,
but i'm not afraid to,
                 stand out and confess.

so if you wind up,
                 passing me on the street,
give me a push,
                 see if I stand on my feet.

© 2010 The Still Air


before this

              It makes          Noise
me wander                            destroys the
               from just        simple life
a bother makes you fall
   turning thoughts         into melodies
from one lie causing alone
        into another         and another
and I watch being
 until silence         doesn’t exist
grabs a hold and you can’t
       and you can’t         seem to remember
help, even                               yourself or
          if there was         any other point
any way to help to living
                  before         this
I stager off into broken life.
    thin air.

© 2010 The Still Air

Makes me feel.

It makes me feel
                         like I'm falling down,
The way it makes
                         my head move around.
And feeling that way
                         I felt when I fell,
Made gears turn,
                        and a moment to dwell.

It makes me feel
                        like I am a bird,
Set free of it's mother
                        with flight to be learned,
But I didn't catch on,
                        when I learned to fly.
Fluttering, failing,
                         as I try for the sky.

And it makes me feel
                         like I'm finally real,
Like I've washed away makeup
                         to really feel,
What it's like to be human,
                         and a human at best;
Just a poor fallen creature,
                                                          So far from it's nest.

© 2010 The Still Air


am i?

                                    first, are you our sort of person?
         If I was your sort of person,
         I couldn't call myself a son,
         I couldn't be who I am,
         couldn't call myself human.

                                 you're living a lie.
         I'm living a lie?
         says the one who denies,
         the perfect setting,
         for scenery unsettling.

I thought I knew me,
         guess I was wrong,
         and wrong for so long,
         and now the question is subtle,
         am I my own sort of person?

© 2010 The Still Air


Looks Like An Angel

I    built   a      ship,
as weak    as can be,
but          strong enough to sail,
       your salt filled sea.

                          And you let your waters,
                          drift me away,
                                    now i’ll never get        home,
at least not today.

I     see     the      light
in the                   distance,
           guiding me,
in the                  silence,

and     the       night takes souls,
       but the light brings peace,
                             this light helps the dark,
come to      cease.
because it looks like  an  angel
and  it  walks  with  the  night,
but      it      sings    with   me,
Until    everything’s      alright

My ship             bringsworry,
and      sorrow for       stock,
and it’s all that          I’ve known,
it’s all that                 I’ve got.

With    a small        hesitation,
and a sense of the                  wind,
      I’ll let this       apparition,
           take all that’s      within.

because it looks like  an  angel
and  it  walks  with  the  night,
but    it    sings    with       me,
Until      everything’s    alright

I’ve       screamed for       days,
and                         I stumble upon it now,
and my ship made it,
                             all this way somehow.

            From battering rocks,
and hitting sand beds,
             I swore I’d never     find          you,
now         I’m over my
                      head   .
because you look  like  an  angel
and  you  walk  with  the  night,
and    you     sing     with     me,
Until       everything’s      alright         .

© 2010 The Still Air


Even Dogs Eat Crumbs

I’m going to            need help,
and       justasmuch     as you,
cause                      I find the old self,
waiting for             the new.

I       still watch             apparitions,
     dancing in               a background,
and I still know of              the heard,
making       music and sweet          sound.

But I’m merely                  just another,
walkingamongst                   the others
and              I need just as much       saving,
as a man who finds he             druthers.

            So                I’ll reminisce on this,
that as I feel all      senses numb,
                               that with everything I do,
even dogs eat crumbs.

© 2010 The Still Air


Hello October

Please, allow me to paint a setting,
                for those who can't sit and watch a leaf fall,
                for those who can't catch a glimpse of a cold wind,
                for those who can't stare up into the blue sky,
                and know that snow will soon touch the earth's skin.

Please, allow me to create this thought,
               that a world that decays its aging leaves,
               lets them fall so far to the lost, lonely ground,
               will let them join the leaves of the past,
               and let them be warm and silenced without a sound.

Please, allow me to tell you,
               this world needs more dead leaves.
               This world needs more us to keep it warm.
               This world needs so many more of you and I's.
               This world could use more open arms.

Please, allow me to die,
               an interesting statement, right?
               But look at what all the dead leaves do.
               I want to do my part, I want to be purposeful.
               I want to be a dead leaf, and a dead leaf that's true.

© 2010 The Still Air