Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

13.7.11

bring life back home

put the fire out inside me.
please stop this burning sensation.
please rem ve ev ry th ught.
give me slight desire for                   segregation.

heal the burns,            clot the wounds.
      rem ve       the          sc rs.
give me peace.        give me rest.
   take away the                              dark.

bring life back home .


© 2011 the still air

30.1.11

There is something about these dragonfly's

are they kissing the water
   deciding if the taste is worth settling with ?
or  are they touching their feet along the surface
  wishing they could swim alongside the fish?
is the congregation communicating
   about a possible shift traverse ?
or are they just being peaceful          
   lazily waiting for  the intense heat to disperse?
i wonder if the instinct of the dragonfly's mind
   is as complex as that of me or her
and i can't help but wonder
   if the connection between them is instinctively defer
or truly something so much more vibrant
   and containing so much more complexion
than the simple motion i take to move us
   using a complex set of systems controlled by minds election .
simply done
   but difficult to explain why
is that a feeling
   felt by these dragonfly's ?
is instinct part of me or us
   like the instincts of the creatures ?
or is it more than that?
   is it beyond measures?
if these tiny swift creatures understood love
   would their intents be the same ?
or would  they be confused on who they are or what they are for
   similar to the thoughts that make us insane?
or would they still follow their instincts
   but treat the other as a muse ?
there's just something fascinating about these dragonfly's
   that have me captivated and amused.

© 2011 The Still Air

31.12.10

in twelve .

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

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

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

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