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
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