tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823787119861225512024-03-08T12:18:11.350-11:00the still airthestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-34140893436532068532011-08-16T17:31:00.000-11:002011-08-16T17:31:10.637-11:00wasting<br />
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wastingminutes.wastingspace.<br />
and thats why fromnow on.<br />
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very best to stopwasting<br />
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andwandering<br />
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andhiding<br />
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anddestroying myself down.<br />
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because even though imake great efforts to stopwasting,<br />
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im still wasting all my efforts.<br />
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© 2011 the still airthestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-43380158443750746552011-07-29T18:20:00.001-11:002011-07-29T18:24:43.737-11:00The problems with simplicity are as follows:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
We waste no time figuring a way out<br />
because the path rests rightinfront of our feet,<br />
and we're amazed when<br />
the pages of instructions lead us to the complete,<br />
<br />
but isn't that exactly what they're for?<br />
<br />
The simplest of designs can portray<br />
the exact same messages<br />
that are <strike>hidde</strike>n amongst<br />
some of the most controversial and complicated presages.<br />
<br />
and complicated doesn't run our planet earth anymore.<br />
<br />
We're trapped inside an age of simplicity,<br />
starting at A and landing at B,<br />
connecting dots that were so obviously layed before us,<br />
because we want things A.S.A.P.<br />
<br />
it's a struggle just to try to paint a picture.<br />
<br />
And if we fall out of the flow with no simple mindedness,<br />
we run out into the world with extreme eccentricity,<br />
and we, at often times, find ourselves,<br />
falling into the simpleness of simplicity.<br />
<br />
Is there a problem?<br />
<br />
the simple brilliance of a simple man,<br />
can simply drive him to finish what he intends,<br />
with a whole new outlook, and whole new eyes,<br />
just so things will be easier in the end.<br />
<br />
Are we in an age of laziness?<br />
<br />
Or are we just simply brilliant.<br />
because there are thousands upon thousands of ways,<br />
to complete simple tasks, and there are easier ways,<br />
to complete them, so the complex mind will appraise.<br />
<br />
And this is where complexity stands strong.<br />
<br />
with what we know, we can play out every outcome,<br />
and we can shadow the easiest and more efficient way,<br />
but by opening up our minds to the complexion of every situation,<br />
and realizing that we don't have to live in dog days<br />
<br />
anymore.<br />
<br />
and realizing that the most difficult of tasks,<br />
can be tackled with new eyes and we can clear away the haziness,<br />
and discover efficiency over the old ways<br />
and we can exercise every place in our brain and know that it's not laziness<br />
<br />
but simple brilliance.<br />
<br />
Simpleness is the world I’m growing up in,<br />
and i plan on making my contribution simpler,<br />
by tackling things with brand new eyes.<br />
and walking life a little easier.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style=color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 the still air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-32355100999433395982011-07-21T17:18:00.002-11:002011-07-22T18:14:22.813-11:00Get In the CarTransgressions and transformations.<br />
Reincarnations of tattered souls. <br />
Remember what dreams are composed of,<br />
Remember we are only fools.<br />
<br />
If we don't accept changes,<br />
And live strictly off of hypotheses,<br />
The only change we could undergo,<br />
Is end of friendships and new enemies.<br />
<br />
You see our mind has a mind of it's own,<br />
And within it is our functions,<br />
And we control our functions,<br />
So change is all part of that motion.<br />
<br />
Openness is a saint. <br />
We cannot conduct energy,<br />
Unless we accept all transgressions,<br />
And become the transformer for the enemy. <br />
<br />
Everyone is the enemy,<br />
And we are all due for new formation,<br />
So please don't be scared,<br />
when the lights touch down in new motions. <br />
<br />
Keep the car running. <br />
Keep the engines purr,<br />
To be heard from a distance.<br />
To be heard. <br />
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© 2011 the still airthestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-57478910966686072982011-07-13T19:28:00.002-11:002011-07-13T19:29:17.707-11:00bring life back homeput the fire out inside me.<br />
please stop this burning sensation.<br />
please rem ve ev ry th ught.<br />
give me slight desire for segregation.<br />
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heal the burns, clot the wounds.<br />
rem ve the sc rs.<br />
give me peace. give me rest.<br />
take away the <b>dark</b>.<br />
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bring life back home .<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">© 2011 the still air</span></span></span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-17376151501078463962011-07-13T19:21:00.000-11:002011-07-13T19:21:43.141-11:00time zones and coordinates<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Timezones and coordinates<br />
are both fancy ways of saying,<br />
“I’m over here, you’re over there,<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">and there are borders keeping,<br />
<br />
us apart.”<br />
<br />
But placing facts out of the way,<br />
I could never say, “in this distance,<br />
I can still feel you here.<br />
It’s like our bodies still remain in coexistence,<br />
<br />
state.”<br />
<br />
And I could never flatten the world,<br />
drain every ocean, or build bridges.<br />
I can’t decrease the distance,<br />
by moving tectonic plates small tiny smidges,<br />
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because that would ruin the world,<br />
just to make me happy.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">© 2011 The Still Air</span></span></b></span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-63351416046632425722011-06-25T19:09:00.000-11:002011-06-25T19:09:55.897-11:00Hide in the lightSometimes just the fact,<br />
That facts turn into reasons,<br />
Becomes reasons to hide,<br />
Hide from the seasons.<br />
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And sometimes the world,<br />
Causes our world to tremble,<br />
Trembling in firery fear,<br />
And the fear to disassemble. <br />
<br />
So sometimes it's ok,<br />
To not be ok in the night,<br />
Because night time brings darkness,<br />
And darkness finds we hide in the light,<br />
<br />
When it comes around. <br />
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© 2011 The Still Airthestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-74685421591798488452011-06-24T18:13:00.002-11:002011-06-25T06:38:46.991-11:00Body and Soul<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Do you believe in angels?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She said,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As she placed her hood,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Upon her head,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And let the rain fall,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All around her,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With an umbrella at her side,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Embracing the cool water.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Do you believe there’s,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Someone watching?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Someone who knows,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How were moving?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Someone who knows,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Every last sway,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And every last footstep,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And every last day?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With that I said,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Close your eyes,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Listen to the sounds,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And realize,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That with nights we have left,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There’s just so many thoughts,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To let run through our heads,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To run us overwrought."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I was curious,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Of what its like to die,"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She said, "for every person,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">There's not enough stars in the sky.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If we were meant,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To be alive,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I’m sure the angels,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Would make us realize,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That a star,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Has no conception,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To our,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Person."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I took her hand,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And placed it over the moon,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To show her how dark,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The world could be soon,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And I said, "we’re all the moon,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We’re not the stars.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The angels are all flickering,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Guiding us through who we are.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know the way,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You feel right now,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And I know the world,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Turns up somehow,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But in these dire days,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Please don’t separate,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Your body and soul,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Don’t contemplate,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just step outside,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And breathe the air,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And realize,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That life’s not fair,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But it’s the people,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We hold close and dear,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It’s the people,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That we hold so near,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It’s the angels,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We all have in our hearts,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It’s the angels,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Who have grown to be a part,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">of us</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">that make this life</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">worth living.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I do believe in angels,"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I said,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As I removed her hood,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">From her head.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And let the rain,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Run down her face,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"Those are the angels,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">washing your tears away."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-81546406944549127882011-06-08T12:36:00.000-11:002011-06-08T12:36:46.314-11:00moonlightThe best i can be<br />
only comes with moonlight<br />
so it seems,<br />
that sleeping isn't right.<br />
<br />
It's the one time i'm useful,<br />
so to let it go to waste,<br />
is like pretending i don't exist,<br />
like pretending my home's not a place.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-57039121030205660812011-06-08T00:11:00.000-11:002011-06-08T00:11:06.547-11:00not what i hearwhy should someone like me,<br />
deserve something so great.<br />
why should someone like me,<br />
have to sit and wait.<br />
<br />
last night, there were signs,<br />
loud and brilliant and bright,<br />
and they were hidden in the sky,<br />
and i slept right through the night.<br />
<br />
i'm here because you want me here<br />
not because anyone else wants me here.<br />
if i was meant to be alive, then truly i would be,<br />
but that's not what i hear.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-31887353607331666612011-06-07T14:57:00.001-11:002011-06-08T00:11:23.865-11:00If only I wouldn't miss you<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If only i wouldn't miss you, </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It would be so easy to dream constantly for weeks.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It would be so easy to disregard what life is.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It would be so easy to just disappear</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And then reappear in silence.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If only i wouldn't miss you,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It would be so simple to slip away,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It would be so simple to let myself fall,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It would be so simple to let go of the railing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And catch on at the last second.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I would miss you,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's not easy to dream at all, because you're so real,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It's not easy to think for a minute that i'm minuscule,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And it's not easy to know that leaving would mean leaving you,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">And that's something i'm not willing to do.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I still can't wait to reach my home in the sand,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But i'm happy enough living in my home with you.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span></div>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-63625196767458873212011-06-05T10:36:00.001-11:002011-06-05T10:37:22.335-11:00When lost at sealocation isn't key,<br />
when you're lost at sea,<br />
it's not the first thing to come to mind,<br />
nor is the time.<br />
You simply feel your way through<br />
without fear of whats in front of you,<br />
and in the moment of despair,<br />
you'll remember you're still here.<br />
No matter which way you steer,<br />
you'll eventually come near,<br />
<br />
the shore.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-90999064418421774512011-06-04T03:39:00.001-11:002011-06-05T10:00:14.123-11:00we're all the same, we're all uniqiuewe're all composed<br />
of 206 bones<br />
layered with skin<br />
layered with sin<br />
we're constantly told, "we're all the same"<br />
blood cells, muscles, tissues, brain.<br />
we all contain similar physique,<br />
so why are we told, "we're all unique?"<br />
our insides, in a way<br />
are all the same,<br />
though some pieces are missing,<br />
hearts are still beating<br />
pumping blood at intense pressure like some sort of perk,<br />
brains are functioning even if they don't work<br />
and we live the same life,<br />
find our meaning, and then die,<br />
so if we're all so unique<br />
why are our days on repeat?<br />
the outside is where the differences are.<br />
we're labeled like we're in boxes and jars,<br />
and sub-categorized for our own terms<br />
even if we don't affirm.<br />
if we looked in our mirrors,<br />
would we see any clearer?<br />
or would the question ponder<br />
would we even slightly wonder.<br />
are we all the same,<br />
or all unique in different ways.<br />
<br />
or are we all the same because we're all unique?<br />
<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-54428320682216860492011-05-30T17:38:00.002-11:002011-05-30T17:39:27.712-11:00The TrainA thought train leaving a station<br />
appears to be heading to the little town of reasoning<br />
instead of the city of facts.<br />
Neither is more pleasing.<br />
<br />
The train scheduled to leave at a quarter after four<br />
reminds me that there is no rush this quiet morning.<br />
reminds me that there are no more facts.<br />
reminds me that everyone's thoughts shut down in the evening,<br />
<br />
while mine just started its engine.<br />
I fed it. I gave it coal.<br />
and this reasoning that i should hate,<br />
lacks all control.<br />
<br />
and having no control,<br />
just happens to be something I love.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-14654161849529365782011-05-28T16:33:00.000-11:002011-05-28T16:33:03.654-11:00a creature in territoryThere are moments when I am just simply<br />
a creature<br />
wandering aimlessly among animal territory<br />
without proper understanding of the measure .<br />
<br />
Countless operations<br />
seamless excavations<br />
curious explorations<br />
no restorations.<br />
<br />
the creature I am in that moment of time<br />
wandering among animal territory<br />
makes me realize, perhaps just for myself,<br />
how much the animal I actually am, in theory .<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-72126938977247998622011-05-17T16:59:00.001-11:002011-05-17T17:02:08.373-11:00Wake upWake up, wake up,<br />
Youre wasting somuchtime.<br />
Theres a world to hide from<br />
When youre less than fine. <br />
Slow down, slow down<br />
And make the clock count<br />
Spend time on what you know<br />
Because falling asleep is barely an amount. <br />
Slow down. Youre getting older. <br />
Wake up. Sleep is a crime. <br />
Slow down. The hands of the clock wont do it for you. <br />
Wake up. <br />
Sleep is a waste of time.<br />
<br />
<br />
© 2011 The Still Airthestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-20389471664735461172011-05-14T15:26:00.000-11:002011-05-14T15:26:03.102-11:00When was the last time?When was the last time you stopped for a moment,<br />
forgot what time was, forgot what movement was capable of at best<br />
and just focused on you, blocked your mind from being potent,<br />
listened to yourself breathe, listened to the heart inside your own chest?<br />
when was the last time you even noticed your own existence<br />
noticed that you are a human being wandering aimlessly along this planet earth,<br />
but noticed that you are not just a human being wandering aimlessly looking for assistance<br />
but realized that you are something worth talking about. you are something with worth?<br />
<br />
when was the last time you listened to your own breathing?<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-80873552952004491622011-03-30T13:21:00.000-11:002011-03-30T13:21:33.911-11:00the door at the bottom of the seaSea sights; no sight has ever been seen<br />
like these sights<br />
and fights, i might consider<br />
opening a door at the bottom<br />
of the sea.<br />
<br />
I might consider reconsidering my consideration<br />
to open that door at the bottom<br />
of the sea.<br />
<br />
only because fear drives the driving thoughts<br />
that fight the lights in my frightful head.<br />
and it steers the freight ship charging through<br />
ruggid waters.<br />
the sea.<br />
<br />
the frightened freights fight forward<br />
and when they stop<br />
when all else fails<br />
<br />
thats when i'll reconsider<br />
considering diving deep down<br />
to open that door<br />
<br />
<br />
at the bottom of the sea. <br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-3210451806634757072011-02-01T17:24:00.001-11:002011-02-01T17:24:39.668-11:00februaryremember persuasion<br />
remember passion<br />
remember cold air<br />
and the kisses here<br />
<br />
remember the heart beats<br />
remember the warm treats<br />
remember the flames<br />
inside small frames<br />
<br />
remember her eyes<br />
remember good nights<br />
remember the photographs<br />
that hold time and momentful laughs<br />
<br />
remember the renew<br />
things you'd never undo<br />
remember the symmetry<br />
of mid february<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-32972410635337737142011-01-30T18:21:00.001-11:002011-01-30T18:21:46.890-11:00There is something about these dragonfly'sare they kissing the water<br />
deciding if the taste is worth settling with ?<br />
or are they touching their feet along the surface<br />
wishing they could swim alongside the fish?<br />
is the congregation communicating<br />
about a possible shift traverse ?<br />
or are they just being peaceful <br />
lazily waiting for the intense heat to disperse?<br />
i wonder if the instinct of the dragonfly's mind<br />
is as complex as that of me or her<br />
and i can't help but wonder<br />
if the connection between them is instinctively defer<br />
or truly something so much more vibrant<br />
and containing so much more complexion<br />
than the simple motion i take to move us<br />
using a complex set of systems controlled by minds election .<br />
simply done<br />
but difficult to explain why<br />
is that a feeling<br />
felt by these dragonfly's ?<br />
is instinct part of me or us<br />
like the instincts of the creatures ?<br />
or is it more than that?<br />
is it beyond measures?<br />
if these tiny swift creatures understood love<br />
would their intents be the same ?<br />
or would they be confused on who they are or what they are for<br />
similar to the thoughts that make us insane?<br />
or would they still follow their instincts<br />
but treat the other as a muse ?<br />
there's just something fascinating about these dragonfly's<br />
that have me captivated and amused.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-17929173954914710132011-01-24T23:23:00.001-11:002011-01-24T23:23:49.469-11:00waking to lime light.Chasing the wake<br />
catching the shoreline<br />
leaving a dream<br />
to find the time<br />
everchanging so slowly<br />
hands moving with a slight<br />
sense of actual time<br />
under the lime light.<br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-32449761864168072952011-01-14T06:53:00.001-11:002011-01-14T06:56:23.186-11:00FocusThe act of concentratingthethoughts,<br />
The art of moving your eyes,<br />
Along each detail and smile line<br />
In the second you realize;<br />
<br />
The beautiful scenery allaround,<br />
Will <span style="font-size: x-small;">CONCOMITANTLY</span> d sappear<br />
as the continuous eyelock begins,<br />
and you focus on only what'snear. <br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial,Tahoma,Helvetica,FreeSans,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-34368667881464045672011-01-06T13:37:00.000-11:002011-01-06T13:37:10.567-11:00heartbeat languagethe heartbeat is a language all of its own;<div>its rhythm's identify with another </div><div>and detect the speed, motion, and accent</div><div>and finds the right dialect to let emotions flutter.</div><div><br />
</div><div>when the language matches another heart,</div><div>the two translate, instill, and seal</div><div>because the words are worth remembering</div><div>as chest comes to chest and rhythms all they feel.</div><div><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2011 The Still Air</span></div>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-69044476402826815412010-12-31T07:44:00.004-11:002010-12-31T19:34:03.574-11:00in twelve .the four corners of the horizon are held by the trinity<br />
3 x 4.<br />
it offers completeness . ending<br />
and a wondering for where's the shore.<br />
11.<br />
when one has found its other half<br />
one plus one does not equal two,<br />
but equals eleven. the properties of one double and the<br />
things those two one's share, they now<br />
both have.<br />
ten begins the countdown<br />
from the loneliness of the one and the zero<br />
to the moment the zero breaks<br />
and one stops hiding from below .<br />
nine brings a sense of accomplishing<br />
pluto, being the ninth planet<br />
fights for a right to be what it knows it is<br />
like two one'sfight for a right to be recognized as what theyare. they know they have it.<br />
eight repetition<br />
where there's repetition there's success<br />
practice makes perfect and perfects what two one's aim for<br />
so repeat. repeat . address .<br />
and in 7 is the mystery<br />
the mystery behind the faces of the two one's<br />
that was broken by a bond<br />
that replaced mystery with sun.<br />
six is the sincerity ;<br />
the balance , truth , and love in the two lovers<br />
with the balance comes a realizing that<br />
the two were meant for eachother.<br />
five is the unpredictable .<br />
the number of being human<br />
and it's the one unpredictable, unforgettable month,<br />
a significant number to the two one's with union.<br />
and the four corners of the earth<br />
are like the four corners of a home .<br />
one plus one equals four . two sets of arms to wrap two one's in<br />
like one's home should be - safe, and not alone .<br />
three. past present and future<br />
the past shaped the present one's for a future together<br />
so that one plus one can equal three<br />
and those two one's will love that third like the love they have for eachother .<br />
two is the communication.<br />
two minds think a like . two hearts beat the same .<br />
two worlds come together<br />
two people light the flame<br />
and one finally knows one is the one<br />
after watching every swift movement<br />
and memorizing smile lines <br />
one was the new beginning. i wouldn't change anything for the world . I already lived the perfect moments<br />
<br />
with my one . <br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2010 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-10500994271236905282010-12-27T14:05:00.001-11:002010-12-27T14:06:53.736-11:00A puzzlespeculating. searching. sifting. surrendering<br />
the piece to the floor<br />
and rummaging through the mess<br />
to find the piece i'm looking for<br />
re-conciliating the reconciled and pulled apart picture<br />
to discover a masterpiece hidden intricately<br />
and peerless upon perfect placements within her:<br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">HER</span></b><br />
and to think of her as the puzzle<br />
fitting piece interlocking piece<br />
to reveal the absolute picture<br />
superlative and immaculate and in peace<br />
if the image weren't this clear,<br />
i would tear away each and every piece of the picture<br />
and reassemble the pieces until it was <br />
unmitigated. undreamed of. matchless. her.<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2010 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-782378711986122551.post-72740924603201813612010-12-25T17:26:00.001-11:002010-12-27T14:05:30.245-11:00goodnightit seems meaningless<br />
reasonless<br />
seemingless<br />
and its timeless<br />
treasonless<br />
the one dewless<br />
morning<br />
the one evening to truly mean goodnight .<br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">© 2010 The Still Air</span>thestillair.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15921197108539319644noreply@blogger.com0