The Train

A thought train leaving a station
appears to be heading to the little town of reasoning
instead of the city of facts.
Neither is more pleasing.

The train scheduled to leave at a quarter after four
reminds me that there is no rush this quiet morning.
reminds me that there are no more facts.
reminds me that everyone's thoughts shut down in the evening,

while mine just started its engine.
I fed it. I gave it coal.
and this reasoning that i should hate,
lacks all control.

and having no control,
                  just happens to be something I love.


© 2011 The Still Air

a creature in territory

There are moments when I am just simply
                                  a               creature
wandering aimlessly among animal       territory
                       without proper understanding of the measure .

Countless operations
              seamless excavations
curious explorations
              no restorations.

the creature I am in that moment of time
                wandering among animal territory
makes me realize, perhaps just for myself,
         how much the animal I actually am, in theory .


© 2011 The Still Air

Wake up

Wake up, wake up,
Youre wasting somuchtime.
Theres a world to hide from
When youre less than fine.
Slow down, slow down
And make the clock count
Spend time on what you know
Because falling asleep is barely an amount.
Slow down. Youre getting older.
Wake up. Sleep is a crime.
Slow down. The hands of the clock wont do it for you.
Wake up.
Sleep is a waste of time.


© 2011 The Still Air

When was the last time?

When was the last time you stopped for a moment,
forgot      what time was,     forgot what  movement was capable of at best
   and just focused on  you,     blocked your    mind from    being potent,
listened to yourself   breathe,   listened  to  the   heart inside   your own chest?
       when was the last time you even noticed your own existence
   noticed that  you are   a human being  wandering aimlessly along    this planet   earth,
but   noticed that you     are not just a human being  wandering aimlessly looking for   assistance
but   realized that you   are    something    worth  talking   about.   you   are    something   with   worth?

     when was the last time you listened to your own breathing?


© 2011 The Still Air

the door at the bottom of the sea

Sea sights; no sight has ever been seen
                              like these sights
and fights,   i might          consider
opening a door at the       bottom
of the sea.

I might consider reconsidering my consideration
                         to open that door at the bottom
of the sea.

only because fear drives the driving thoughts
that fight the lights in my frightful head.
and it steers the freight ship charging through
                         ruggid            waters.
the sea.

the frightened freights fight forward
     and when they stop
when                           all else fails

thats when i'll reconsider
          considering diving deep down
to open that door


at the bottom of the sea.          

© 2011 The Still Air

february

remember persuasion
remember passion
remember cold air
and the kisses here

remember the heart beats
remember the warm treats
remember the flames
inside small frames

remember her eyes
remember good nights
remember the photographs
that hold time and momentful laughs

remember the renew
things you'd never undo
remember the symmetry
of mid february


© 2011 The Still Air

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

waking to lime light.

Chasing the wake
 catching the shoreline
leaving a dream
 to find the time
everchanging so slowly
 hands moving with a slight
sense of actual time
 under the lime light.


© 2011 The Still Air

Focus

The    act    of    concentratingthethoughts,
The art of         moving your      eyes,
Along each       detail and                   smile line
In the           second              you realize;

        The beautiful scenery     allaround,
                  Will   CONCOMITANTLY          d sappear
     as the       continuous         eyelock begins,
and         you focus on only     what'snear.

© 2011 The Still Air

heartbeat language

the heartbeat is a language all of its own;

its rhythm's identify with another 

and detect the speed, motion, and accent

and finds the right dialect to let emotions flutter.

when the language matches another heart,

the two translate, instill, and seal

because the words are worth remembering

as chest comes to chest and rhythms all they feel.

© 2011 The Still Air