Opaque Oasis

Opaque Oasis

Feb 13, 2013

Weekend Love?

Has begun garnering
simply by how she adds flavor
to days of a seemingly slanted stance
Each time I attempt to speak
In a senseless funk all vowels descend
As she passes a series of
Reserved yet, callous glances
Though hidden remain their meanings
for this reason alone
in silence passionately I suffer

Feb 9, 2013

Clockwork



Usually, the option of social interaction
Is rarely honored amongst my list of activities
For years such strange behavior has been
Quite the cause to raise concern

Amidst the bowels of concentration, I rest
Observing the soft exchange
Of vowel upon meaningless vowel
No relations or interests composed

To identify and sympathize
with a colorful sea of strangers
May add colour to all that might
Be missing in my life

Yet, in a constant of fear I live
Running…
Just running…
Whilst striving to fathom
The clockwork of relationships

Feb 1, 2013

Digest




To much surprise, with great truculence I was met
Of all things I had expected our conversation
To be predictably simple

Oddly enough some personal relations
Had surfaced within the discussion
Relations of which were difficult to digest

Finances, virginity, vehicular independence and so forth
Why should such issues be the subject of immediate scrutiny?
And why should I favor opinions I detest?


Then I said to myself:

This is the time for reinvention.”

“This is the age to make a difference.”

“This the year to familiarize what is rare.”

And on I carried…

Jan 23, 2013

Mary Michael

The air was bitingly frigid that Monday afternoon
When so suddenly she appeared
Only seconds later did I spot her peering
Upon a rather questionable piece of technology

“What are you reading?” I asked
“The book of Genesis.” She responded
This caused her thoughts to detour
Into mindless babble about the controversy
Concerning proper prayer location

It was then that I studied her
In an interestingly disgusting way
Composing not much of a difference
All else shifted to the subject of radio

A somewhat plausible means of elusion
Though as she departed nothing was to be seen
But the wake of what remains unknown

Jan 17, 2013

Actually...


 Possibilities become ironic
Where certainties do not
Fake are the grins that flicker
As tension paints the corners
Of things we never said

For each occurrence involving your face
The elements of jubilation dissolve
To that of a stranger’s shadow
Frozen, in distance we blend

Actually… possibilities become ironic
To repair what has misshapen us
And that was when the icy twig
Had snapped in two

Jan 15, 2013

+ Experiments –

The art of speechlessness
Softly took shape as well the hour aged
Elapsed were the years since nose to nose
I was with such familiarity

Quietly a scope once binded with fear
Was finely broadened by a ribbon of rebellion
The invitation was to experiment
With that project the universe refers to as (+love+)
Which in turn is often mistaken with (-lust-)
Where is it that we stand?

Speaking too soon
Has always been a weakness of mine
And I’d be doing myself an injustice
If a casual taste was said to be
“+ In-development-“
For now we can give and take
These open ends drifting through the air

Jan 13, 2013

Panic Albums



I
(October)
Beads of sweat trickled down her temple
Shortly, this action was accompanied
By a series of rough, jagged sighs
Each beat rippling rather violently
Just lounging upon the cusp of panic

II

(January)

The clocks continued ticking
As if all was right with the world
Disgruntled, she resigned.
Sheathing each young light
From polishing panic

III

(Present)

Washed away with snow
So was the fire brick sunset
Suspense not a moment still