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
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
13.7.11
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
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
1.2.11
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
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
14.1.11
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
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
6.1.11
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
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
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
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
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
28.11.10
Hide.
Why can't i hide,
in a box for a King
filled on the inside
with all that hard work could bring?
Why can't i hide
on the throne by the queen
living so wide - eyed
without the city scope scene?
Why can't i break apart
or dismantle the core;
the way the heart
has been run so far?
and Why can't i tear into
the story i wrote
and change the pages construe
onto a more amorous note?
well, noone said i can't .
© 2010 The Still Air
in a box for a King
filled on the inside
with all that hard work could bring?
Why can't i hide
on the throne by the queen
living so wide - eyed
without the city scope scene?
Why can't i break apart
or dismantle the core;
the way the heart
has been run so far?
and Why can't i tear into
the story i wrote
and change the pages construe
onto a more amorous note?
well, noone said i can't .
© 2010 The Still Air
25.11.10
dances
singing is an action .
an action of passion .
while painting is the emotion .
withstanding great notion .
Dancing is the action
of portraying PASSION
through painting invi sibly,
with the free flo win g feet.
let it take you where it wants,
let it sustain, let it ha unt
let it compose its w ords
as its rhythm continues upwar ds.
yes, i wa nt to dance,
under stars in the expanse.
yes, i ch oose you
not because your fancy footwork intrigues me right through,
but because dancing is the action of portraying passion.
emotion.
devotion .
© 2010 The Still Air
9.11.10
mind, eyes, and body.
when we fall tired,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work against us.
when we fall in love,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work with us.
© 2010 The Still Air
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work against us.
when we fall in love,
our mind,
our eyes,
and our body
work with us.
© 2010 The Still Air
8.11.10
I'm not the one who set the world on fire.
if i had done something so spectacular,
as to setting ablaze this world,
i would non-doubtfully accept,
that i was the one who made events unfurl.
starting the revolution is out of the question,
but being part of the ignition that set,
a set of hearts into a forward, marching motion
is not something to forget.
i take no credit, because I simply can't;
it wasn't me who started this,
and i couldn't say it was you,
but it was that simple kiss.
© 2010 The Still Air
as to setting ablaze this world,
i would non-doubtfully accept,
that i was the one who made events unfurl.
starting the revolution is out of the question,
but being part of the ignition that set,
a set of hearts into a forward, marching motion
is not something to forget.
i take no credit, because I simply can't;
it wasn't me who started this,
and i couldn't say it was you,
but it was that simple kiss.
© 2010 The Still Air
5.11.10
room
My room has no expiratio n date
it s a little more than a sanctuary
and it leaves me wi th no threats
it leaves me not a statuary.
i m here. I want to be here
iwant to feel your presence
reigning all around. raining all around.
even in a tOTAL absence.
my room will start the ascent, and my mind will assent:
because ilove to REALIZE the love behind those REAL EYES
that have got me DAZEd on DAYS like toDAY
and when the wall's aligned FLECKS begin to FLEX, I'll realize
moments likethis bend this room,
this room i m bound too
and it will expand, and never collapse,
while in this room is me&you . . .. .
© 2010 The Still Air
it s a little more than a sanctuary
and it leaves me wi th no threats
it leaves me not a statuary.
i m here. I want to be here
iwant to feel your presence
reigning all around. raining all around.
even in a tOTAL absence.
my room will start the ascent, and my mind will assent:
because ilove to REALIZE the love behind those REAL EYES
that have got me DAZEd on DAYS like toDAY
and when the wall's aligned FLECKS begin to FLEX, I'll realize
moments likethis bend this room,
this room i m bound too
and it will expand, and never collapse,
while in this room is me&you . . .. .
© 2010 The Still Air
4.11.10
letters
Rainbows cannot express true colours
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air
31.10.10
New
Why wait for a new day
when i'm enjoying this one.
what are we looking forward to,
before the day has won.
It was in the night,
that I composed a dream,
of us, all of us,
just us, fooling around, it would seem.
And the mo ments before,
that we would wish stayed longer,
were the reasons today was,
so much stronger
than
TOMORROW.
why wait when
these dream
are what we
live for?
© 2010 The Still Air
when i'm enjoying this one.
what are we looking forward to,
before the day has won.
It was in the night,
that I composed a dream,
of us, all of us,
just us, fooling around, it would seem.
And the mo ments before,
that we would wish stayed longer,
were the reasons today was,
so much stronger
than
TOMORROW.
why wait when
these dream
are what we
live for?
© 2010 The Still Air
29.10.10
borders.
Timezon es, sundowns,
everything's different,
when shesits quietly,
and he has the same INTENT.
In that SilenceContainsConnection,
and a distance can be present,
and it's how they k now it's love,
when they 've both the same INTENT.
A flash, and a clock,
and the ticking stops in An INSTANT;
the eyes lock upon
an impulse,
they 'll know e ach o thers INTENT.
Across a border, timezones,
they 'll be lost in the
mo ment.
So d iffere nt, so EQU AL;
they know the INTENT.
© 2010 The Still Air
everything's different,
when shesits quietly,
and he has the same INTENT.
In that SilenceContainsConnection,
and a distance can be present,
and it's how they k now it's love,
when they 've both the same INTENT.
A flash, and a clock,
and the ticking stops in An INSTANT;
the eyes lock upon
an impulse,
they 'll know e ach o thers INTENT.
Across a border, timezones,
they 'll be lost in the
mo ment.
So d iffere nt, so EQU AL;
they know the INTENT.
© 2010 The Still Air
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