16.8.11
wasting
I'm Wasting.
wastingminutes.wastingspace.
and thats why fromnow on.
ill try my
very best to stopwasting
andwandering
andhiding
anddestroying myself down.
because even though imake great efforts to stopwasting,
im still wasting all my efforts.
© 2011 the still air
29.7.11
The problems with simplicity are as follows:
We waste no time figuring a way out
because the path rests rightinfront of our feet,
and we're amazed when
the pages of instructions lead us to the complete,
but isn't that exactly what they're for?
The simplest of designs can portray
the exact same messages
that are
some of the most controversial and complicated presages.
and complicated doesn't run our planet earth anymore.
We're trapped inside an age of simplicity,
starting at A and landing at B,
connecting dots that were so obviously layed before us,
because we want things A.S.A.P.
it's a struggle just to try to paint a picture.
And if we fall out of the flow with no simple mindedness,
we run out into the world with extreme eccentricity,
and we, at often times, find ourselves,
falling into the simpleness of simplicity.
Is there a problem?
the simple brilliance of a simple man,
can simply drive him to finish what he intends,
with a whole new outlook, and whole new eyes,
just so things will be easier in the end.
Are we in an age of laziness?
Or are we just simply brilliant.
because there are thousands upon thousands of ways,
to complete simple tasks, and there are easier ways,
to complete them, so the complex mind will appraise.
And this is where complexity stands strong.
with what we know, we can play out every outcome,
and we can shadow the easiest and more efficient way,
but by opening up our minds to the complexion of every situation,
and realizing that we don't have to live in dog days
anymore.
and realizing that the most difficult of tasks,
can be tackled with new eyes and we can clear away the haziness,
and discover efficiency over the old ways
and we can exercise every place in our brain and know that it's not laziness
but simple brilliance.
Simpleness is the world I’m growing up in,
and i plan on making my contribution simpler,
by tackling things with brand new eyes.
and walking life a little easier.
© 2011 the still air
21.7.11
Get In the Car
Transgressions and transformations.
Reincarnations of tattered souls.
Remember what dreams are composed of,
Remember we are only fools.
If we don't accept changes,
And live strictly off of hypotheses,
The only change we could undergo,
Is end of friendships and new enemies.
You see our mind has a mind of it's own,
And within it is our functions,
And we control our functions,
So change is all part of that motion.
Openness is a saint.
We cannot conduct energy,
Unless we accept all transgressions,
And become the transformer for the enemy.
Everyone is the enemy,
And we are all due for new formation,
So please don't be scared,
when the lights touch down in new motions.
Keep the car running.
Keep the engines purr,
To be heard from a distance.
To be heard.
© 2011 the still air
Reincarnations of tattered souls.
Remember what dreams are composed of,
Remember we are only fools.
If we don't accept changes,
And live strictly off of hypotheses,
The only change we could undergo,
Is end of friendships and new enemies.
You see our mind has a mind of it's own,
And within it is our functions,
And we control our functions,
So change is all part of that motion.
Openness is a saint.
We cannot conduct energy,
Unless we accept all transgressions,
And become the transformer for the enemy.
Everyone is the enemy,
And we are all due for new formation,
So please don't be scared,
when the lights touch down in new motions.
Keep the car running.
Keep the engines purr,
To be heard from a distance.
To be heard.
© 2011 the still air
Labels:
Decision,
Fascination,
Purpose,
Realization,
Regret
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
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
Labels:
Fear,
Loneliness,
Memories,
Missing Someone,
Regret,
Useless
time zones and coordinates
Timezones and coordinates
are both fancy ways of saying,
“I’m over here, you’re over there,
and there are borders keeping,
us apart.”
But placing facts out of the way,
I could never say, “in this distance,
I can still feel you here.
It’s like our bodies still remain in coexistence,
state.”
And I could never flatten the world,
drain every ocean, or build bridges.
I can’t decrease the distance,
by moving tectonic plates small tiny smidges,
because that would ruin the world,
just to make me happy.
© 2011 The Still Air
are both fancy ways of saying,
“I’m over here, you’re over there,
and there are borders keeping,
us apart.”
But placing facts out of the way,
I could never say, “in this distance,
I can still feel you here.
It’s like our bodies still remain in coexistence,
state.”
And I could never flatten the world,
drain every ocean, or build bridges.
I can’t decrease the distance,
by moving tectonic plates small tiny smidges,
because that would ruin the world,
just to make me happy.
© 2011 The Still Air
25.6.11
Hide in the light
Sometimes just the fact,
That facts turn into reasons,
Becomes reasons to hide,
Hide from the seasons.
And sometimes the world,
Causes our world to tremble,
Trembling in firery fear,
And the fear to disassemble.
So sometimes it's ok,
To not be ok in the night,
Because night time brings darkness,
And darkness finds we hide in the light,
When it comes around.
© 2011 The Still Air
That facts turn into reasons,
Becomes reasons to hide,
Hide from the seasons.
And sometimes the world,
Causes our world to tremble,
Trembling in firery fear,
And the fear to disassemble.
So sometimes it's ok,
To not be ok in the night,
Because night time brings darkness,
And darkness finds we hide in the light,
When it comes around.
© 2011 The Still Air
24.6.11
Body and Soul
"Do you believe in angels?"
She said,
As she placed her hood,
Upon her head,
And let the rain fall,
All around her,
With an umbrella at her side,
Embracing the cool water.
"Do you believe there’s,
Someone watching?
Someone who knows,
How were moving?
Someone who knows,
Every last sway,
And every last footstep,
And every last day?"
With that I said,
"Close your eyes,
Listen to the sounds,
And realize,
That with nights we have left,
There’s just so many thoughts,
To let run through our heads,
To run us overwrought."
"I was curious,
Of what its like to die,"
She said, "for every person,
There's not enough stars in the sky.
If we were meant,
To be alive,
I’m sure the angels,
Would make us realize,
That a star,
Has no conception,
To our,
Person."
So I took her hand,
And placed it over the moon,
To show her how dark,
The world could be soon,
And I said, "we’re all the moon,
We’re not the stars.
The angels are all flickering,
Guiding us through who we are.
I know the way,
You feel right now,
And I know the world,
Turns up somehow,
But in these dire days,
Please don’t separate,
Your body and soul,
Don’t contemplate,
Just step outside,
And breathe the air,
And realize,
That life’s not fair,
But it’s the people,
We hold close and dear,
It’s the people,
That we hold so near,
It’s the angels,
We all have in our hearts,
It’s the angels,
Who have grown to be a part,
of us
that make this life
worth living.
I do believe in angels,"
I said,
As I removed her hood,
From her head.
And let the rain,
Run down her face,
"Those are the angels,
washing your tears away."
© 2011 The Still Air
She said,
As she placed her hood,
Upon her head,
And let the rain fall,
All around her,
With an umbrella at her side,
Embracing the cool water.
"Do you believe there’s,
Someone watching?
Someone who knows,
How were moving?
Someone who knows,
Every last sway,
And every last footstep,
And every last day?"
With that I said,
"Close your eyes,
Listen to the sounds,
And realize,
That with nights we have left,
There’s just so many thoughts,
To let run through our heads,
To run us overwrought."
"I was curious,
Of what its like to die,"
She said, "for every person,
There's not enough stars in the sky.
If we were meant,
To be alive,
I’m sure the angels,
Would make us realize,
That a star,
Has no conception,
To our,
Person."
So I took her hand,
And placed it over the moon,
To show her how dark,
The world could be soon,
And I said, "we’re all the moon,
We’re not the stars.
The angels are all flickering,
Guiding us through who we are.
I know the way,
You feel right now,
And I know the world,
Turns up somehow,
But in these dire days,
Please don’t separate,
Your body and soul,
Don’t contemplate,
Just step outside,
And breathe the air,
And realize,
That life’s not fair,
But it’s the people,
We hold close and dear,
It’s the people,
That we hold so near,
It’s the angels,
We all have in our hearts,
It’s the angels,
Who have grown to be a part,
of us
that make this life
worth living.
I do believe in angels,"
I said,
As I removed her hood,
From her head.
And let the rain,
Run down her face,
"Those are the angels,
washing your tears away."
© 2011 The Still Air
Labels:
Confusion,
Looking Forward,
Love,
Purpose,
Realization
8.6.11
moonlight
The best i can be
only comes with moonlight
so it seems,
that sleeping isn't right.
It's the one time i'm useful,
so to let it go to waste,
is like pretending i don't exist,
like pretending my home's not a place.
© 2011 The Still Air
only comes with moonlight
so it seems,
that sleeping isn't right.
It's the one time i'm useful,
so to let it go to waste,
is like pretending i don't exist,
like pretending my home's not a place.
© 2011 The Still Air
not what i hear
why should someone like me,
deserve something so great.
why should someone like me,
have to sit and wait.
last night, there were signs,
loud and brilliant and bright,
and they were hidden in the sky,
and i slept right through the night.
i'm here because you want me here
not because anyone else wants me here.
if i was meant to be alive, then truly i would be,
but that's not what i hear.
© 2011 The Still Air
deserve something so great.
why should someone like me,
have to sit and wait.
last night, there were signs,
loud and brilliant and bright,
and they were hidden in the sky,
and i slept right through the night.
i'm here because you want me here
not because anyone else wants me here.
if i was meant to be alive, then truly i would be,
but that's not what i hear.
© 2011 The Still Air
7.6.11
If only I wouldn't miss you
If only i wouldn't miss you,
It would be so easy to dream constantly for weeks.
It would be so easy to disregard what life is.
It would be so easy to just disappear
And then reappear in silence.
If only i wouldn't miss you,
It would be so simple to slip away,
It would be so simple to let myself fall,
It would be so simple to let go of the railing
And catch on at the last second.
I would miss you,
It's not easy to dream at all, because you're so real,
It's not easy to think for a minute that i'm minuscule,
And it's not easy to know that leaving would mean leaving you,
And that's something i'm not willing to do.
I still can't wait to reach my home in the sand,
But i'm happy enough living in my home with you.
© 2011 The Still Air
© 2011 The Still Air
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