"opaqueness" poems
a tear drops from her eyes
and it brings no cause
though it quivers with emotion
and the stars do not shine brighter
when polished with her briny tears
but dim their glow and listen
listen!
to her sobbing
but wait
her capillaries will burst!
stop it!
stop it!
its translucence
its opaqueness
the inherent contradictions it produces
and the images it emanates
so while her eyes may open
they are unfocused
and gone
and the click of their judgements is obscene
because her soul has escaped
where has it gone?
she swears she saw it just a moment ago
just a moment
just a moment
just a moment
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Upon a midnight’s visage airy,
T’was a lake frozen by fairy,
…and weighing on mind’s tonnage bearing?
There for ice’ opaqueness winter’s seized,
…and arms encased in rime; trees.
“Oh my,”
At dark of sky thought the eye of something troubling upon my mind?
And the frosty cloudy glass,
Take to it upon my axe,
…and the sting of shards will pass.
And will I eat at last.
Thusly, thrusting through the skull, wettened, weakened for the cold.
…and burden carry I with me,
So encased in rime is he,
Doth make of fishing’s night a chore,
Something that I do abhor!
…and stare I did into that sea,
…my frory breathe in imagery,
Dismay it did fluster me, when my eye captured by Sea,
...and in whirling thoughts could reflection see?
…and something else came back with me.
Pool with drops, light curves, dark rings; in vapid mind now find nothing...
T’was a misty sheen seen after showers?
A damp muggy place of reflecting hours,
Typhoid strange did make snowing;
The Asteraceae of my wilted flowers,
…and that Wren philosophically sings,
…and at lake a lone be -ing,
Appearing peering my soliloquy, I am therefore I into thee.
…and fixed calm stared back at me,
“What pray tell I Enquiry?”
Did something else look back at me?
...and glaring gaze thus did see, something I had hid from me,
…and gawking in my mind did ogle; a malevolence of thought once frugal...
A gaping, oscillating, pierced Abyss, forced farther back into consciousness...
Deeper in and further still,
Climb atop Old Arthur’s hill,
…and the winged Raven’s nearer, reflected on me in my mirror?
…and time did pass turning frozen dying, icy tears of sadness from my crying,
…so did silent Hume release, all the pain that’s troubling me; whilst frozen frame thus held in peace?
I fell forward and felt submerged,
Both characters, both now have merged.
And that creature which accompanied me?
Found a solace back in wine dark sea.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
reveling in the unity of contradiction
the omnipresence of disjunction
the opaqueness of transparency
the anarchy of governance
the unknowableness of the zeitgeist
the banality of chiqueness
the slavery of fashion
kinda like being a hipster in Brooklyn
with no conscience of consciousness
or is it no consciousness of conscience?
one is a statement the other a dumb question
seeking an intelligent answer
truly the tragedy of comedy
or is it the comedy of tragedy?
enough of these silly questions....
why don't it just fall apart?
how does it stay together?
accessorize smartly
tight ensem
put together
right
Music Selection:
Jimi Hendrix
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Oakland
6/21/13
jbm
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
Pools of anguish overflow
a solemn, silent dirge
From the opaqueness of my soul
all my fears converge
Pretty lights on the horizon
blotted out by rain
Is this desolation
or could lucidity be so plain?
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
a salutation, a benediction, a good wish
yet one so troubling, not from a lacking,
of sincerity
but from opacity
opacity~ the quality or state of a body that makes it impervious to the rays of light; the condition of lacking transparency or translucence; opaqueness
"Because space is a vacuum,
these good wish waves
can travel unimpeded and at
a constant speed through empty space,
eventually interacting with objects like
planets and telescopes upon arrival"
but I am not a vacuum, a void, and
do not exist within one,
here in my surroundings,
is much interface interference,
the light you send, has
bounced around endlessly
forever, till it may have hit
its intended target,
me
within, without,
and surely has picked up
some tagalong
amoeba, bacteria,
outside contradictories
that may have changed its very nature,
its purity disturbed,
"Pure light" contains a single wavelength or frequency
and cannot be broken down into other colors
but my confusion is indeed a spectrum of Joseph's many colors,
clashing and thrashing with each other,
cohering but not of necessity,
cohering, this a metaphor,
you so lightly send my way,
let us redirect its warm sensibility sensitivity,
let us take an /our inner glow; diffuse
if one cannot send light across the cosmos,
maybe across the Interpet, but just verbally,
send to me
please, absolutely,
tagged "for immediate delivery"
and I will store
all of it,
in my glass jar,
next to my heart,
and just
glow from within
to the with out
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 5:04 PM UTC
Mind benumbed with a dreary monotony;
thoughts rambling like the black and gloomy clouds
trying to break the boredom of the winter sky.
Dark dust of melancholy
clouding the senses to a hazy opaqueness.
I hibernate,
with shoots of life
sleeping inside me
waiting for the knock of Spring
on the frozen shell of my consciousness.
Latent I lie,
with hues of magic trancing in my soul.
Latent I’ll lie,
till the soft brush of springtime
paints my world in a
flurry of psychedelic colours.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
The fog creates a shroud of opaqueness
A tunnel for me to travel through
Erasing all the worries and doubts
Covered with a blanket of coolness
Eliminating all the fears
Of living in this world
Blurring everything
Making it look like a water color painting
Soft shades of blue and green
Faintly making out the outline of trees
As I walk down the road
Thinking about the ambiguity
Of the fog
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
Shadows are black
Darkness encompass around;
Shadows stand opposite to bright
Where opaqueness block the light!
Darkness of self
Encompasses with transgression;
Craft the shadow
Snag with off beam;
Brighter exertion fade-out!
Obscurity of shadow
Remain in recollections!
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
wake up, he'd said, she
remembered,
in a dream,
awakening reality,
and herself within it,
and the feeling lingered,
all morning
she saw through the translucent
world, as slowly opaqueness
returned, in the afternoon,
falling asleep,
again
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 3:43 PM UTC
" Seraph- An Angel associated with light and purity "
Gladdening the mundane woods, with her flickering flight
Mightier spark from her wand, pouring jewels of delight
Her essence solemnly inhaled by the opaqueness of the mist
Disappearing promptly into the unrevealed, compassionately renouncing her magical kiss
And the soulless abode, radiantly enlivens
Purified in recurrence, a tale ecstatically written
By Seraph!
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
I fear I’ll dwindle away into the silent cavities we call the past
into the shades of gray, the opaqueness; through the looking glass
glazed with a thick impenetrable fog, under skies once so vast
yes, life was once like I was awake- living in a lucid dream
but dreams, they never last,
so why lust for the past?
eaten away, decaying as time passes and I only grow weaker
once so thick-skinned I seem to be becoming porous, like deteriorating marrow
I walk alone now, a fragile soul encased in a matching vessel
feet growing too heavy as the roads narrow
as the darkness paints the sky,
a star glows and guides me home like a sparrow
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
*Blinded,
insightful at times
the opaqueness of my mind
impenetrable and devoid of thought
and I thought I was the one
Take my hand,
give me sight, give me love
give me yourself and I will not run
my multi purpose heart a serrated edge
and I thought you were the one
Not the same,
it's no home without you here
lacking in presence and feeling
reeling in pain, nothings real
and I thought we were the ones
Wake up,
eyes blackout curtains, draw apart
to let you in but I can't keep you long
like speckles of dust in sunlight
and I know you're the one*
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
I've written the word "you" countless times
to represent countless people
on countless pages
as I've aged I've become unable to place
exactly which "you"
belonged to who
because
Y
O
U
was easier to write down
than the names of the subjects
I knew I shouldn't be proud of
they all blur together
the faces
the letters
the shame I ignored
the love that I forced
the chapters in my life
I was too ashamed to identify
but one thing is clear
through all the past-poetry-opaqueness:
I know I'll never struggle to place
the word for the sound of rain
the laugh that sounds like a hearth
the effortless extemporization
the sound of your beating heart
June.
even the four letters of your own name
could never do justice
to the beauty of your being
that no word can capture
no dialect, no vernacular
you are more complex
than language
than pen on paper
and that is why I love writing about you
June,
I know I'll never get it right
but god ****
do I want to try.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC
I am mentally toppling in my own thoughts
I thought it was love that I sought
Now, it's fazed in the opaqueness of my confusion
I lose myself, again, to depression.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
So hollow in intensity, so shallow in it’s depth
A crassness to integrity, opaqueness so bereft,
A shadow of its former self, this champion of the State,
Arcane in miss-performance with mistake upon mistake.
How is it taken seriously, Why be now, so bizarre
This monolithic monster like a spider trapped in jar?
Writhing in confinement, convulsing from within,
In ranting forth obscenity with florid faces grim.
All dialogue refusal then a storming into view
Of hoodlums clad in camouflage waving weaponry at you.
To barge over borders with a reckless disregard
Mouthing blame at all the vanquished in a parody’s montage.
Abuse at reaction from an outraged world out there
Derision to the sanctions and a startled, people’s stare.
Russia in the only mode it knows to bridge defence
Attack, attack all comers then barter recompense.
M.
29 July 2014
Auckland.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
A dark brown swirling expanse of ocean of unknown depth...do my eyes behold,
But to make certain the uncertainty I trap it in the prison of a cup...
I try to see beyond the shape of the watery brew...but with no success...
So when the sinister opaqueness tugged too much at my curious mind... I added sugar to make it seem sweet... But when the sugar melted and disappeared into the abyss... The tugging anxiety returned to me again...
Could a little lemon or some cardamom make it a bit assuring?
I knew not...
Thus, I sat transfixed at the mysterious vapours rising from the depths of the ocean... which I know for sure my heart can never reach!
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
I want to move so I do it in silence
2am dance party
empty dead house, electric mind
Maybe one day you'll see my soft underbelly
Maybe I'll always prefer the shell
But, blooming in hope, I whisper
I can wait forever until you're ready
to put opaqueness to your translucent form
In the meantime
Just give me a glass of that sweet ambrosia
and I'll move forever
swaying on the gods' dancefloor
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 6:23 PM UTC
She came to me in the eyes of a child
Blazing a warning!
shelling out new hopes as if they were endless
She flood my veins with a burning sense of invincibility
Clarity stricken,
the glug of decomposing viscous opaqueness
Melts into warm throbs
flushed with the fluidity of vinegar in saline truths
Death is a fools comfort,
A nothingness in mind, body and soul.
I caught a light
Seered into renewal
Though the birth of a new day
With new hopes
A new vision
A future so bright
burning with beauty
She has once again baptised my eyes
With a new fight
Written in all the colours of light.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Dark wave pulling me under
Dark wave filling my lungs
Dark wave ceasing my breath
Dark wave holding me hostage
Battling them wicked demons
They puncture the fabric of my soul
Using their horns to injure and harm
Leaving my sanity in pieces and shreds
Opaqueness and void paints my everyday
Grey fog envelops my clarity
Storm clouds gather to drench me
And whisk me away in it's murky waters
I don't know who I am
I don't understand why I exist
If there is no purpose there is no point
Living is just a waste of time
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
It’s always dark outside and the stars didn’t appear;
Not until now, though. As she looks around,
The perimeter spirals her within the Brobdingnagian galaxies
And she begins to venture into an ardent escapade.
There was a converging fear creeping in her soul,
Yet the journey started to give her sensations
With all the dullness on the eve of her existence,
Finally at its current heavenly state.
She thought she was lifting herself¬–but no,
The force of the nebula was the one elevating her
It was more than a fulfilling ride
As it made her shift into a disposition of ecstasy
She breathes deeply, and sighs steadily
The entirety of it all makes her heart put right off the bat
It was a strong hope for the odyssey to never end,
nor collapse into total opaqueness.
So let this be a moment for her
For it would never equate to anything else
At last, the starless nights approaches their denouement
And the start of a new exposition comes out
But there was a sudden cessation
Again, the existence of complete darkness.
Even so, the flicker of reality stimulates her
Ergo, she manipulates her own radiance
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
The night
breathes down the back of my neck
in tendrils of air that reek
of Mexican cigars
and something like copper
(something like blood).
Cold bedsheets cling to
the perspiration on my body,
stick to me like a band-aid.
Come morning,
it will hurt
to peel them off--
it will hurt to get out of bed
(perpetual exhaustion
will do that
to a girl).
A clock prowls in the
corner of the room,
pondering the hours
of sleep that have evaded me
with every hopeless tick
of its gnarled hands.
Lost time adheres to
the skin beneath my eyes–
black as the darkness
that threatens to devour me.
From somewhere
within the abysmal black
she glares at me menacingly,
her red eyes smouldering
in the opaqueness,
yellow fangs bearing down on me
like the bars of a prison cell.
for I am her captive–
I am a slave of The Night.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Losing myself in the past encompassment if you're purple fluid.
Nothing in the world makes sense anymore, but this is vividly lucid.
It is the first time in a long while my mind has been at ease.
Stuck in this cold smelly laboratory, you wobble as a beautiful flower in a gentle spring breeze.
Spinning round and round and watching as your viscous liquid collapses on its center.
As the bubbles float to your surface, and your opaqueness turns transparent, so do I imbibe the truth of reality.
Just as it began, so will it end at my hand.
Your fortune awaits as you help to reveal the secret that the naked I cannot see.
I can only hope my future is as beautiful as yours.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
blue inside feels:
rough from the
groove up shaven
closely to fresh
air stings over cool
–skull and neck;
where i wish
my hand could become
a certain smoke
of tense opaqueness
unfolding a flower
in sharp city nights
the enormous groan
of my soul;
and sleep in your dark forest
a tactile brace of slender light .
( i love you will never know )
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
Shadows are black
Darkness encompass around;
Shadows stand opposite to bright
Where opaqueness block the light!
Darkness of self
Encompasses with transgression;
Craft the shadow
Snag with off beam;
Brighter exertion fade-out!
Obscurity of shadow
Remain in recollections!
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
***How can we understand
the body's opaqueness
is in truth..transparent..?
Many layers of confusion
have hindered
this understanding..
The body as object
as limited and dense
is the discovery
we all make at birth..
This act of creation
allowing each of us to
be one as oneself and
survey the world..
The ache each feels
accompanies creation:
simply a longing for home
a transparent fullness
which our birth has veiled..***
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC