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
31.10.10
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
7.10.10
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
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
6.10.10
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
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
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
5.10.10
am i?
first, are you our sort of person?
am I my own sort of person?
© 2010 The Still Air
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,
© 2010 The Still Air
4.10.10
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.
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 .
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 .
and you walk with the night,
and you sing with me,
Until everything’s alright .
© 2010 The Still Air
3.10.10
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
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
1.10.10
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
© 2010 The Still Air
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