http://www.oasisjournals.com/journal/11139 blog replacement for journal entries en http://www.oasisjournals.com/2007/04/keys <!--paging_filter--><p>Just black and white, the keys<br /> on a piano.<br /> Absolute, unquestionable, yet<br /> melodical dragonflies<br /> maturate and fly<br /> when you strike them</p> <p>fluttering in rotary pirouettes<br /> they fall on your ears, from your tears<br /> attenuating swiftly from your<br /> fingertips<br /> in reverberant cascades<br /> drenching the air between us</p> <p>Momentarily it washed away<br /> the protective divides of blame<br /> I wait for the music to begin...<br /> only<br /> I possess keys in<br /> shades of gray</p> <p>Something tells me<br /> the same rules don't apply<br /> deja vu, that apologetic smile<br /> stopped looking for comprehension<br /> loving you has no absolution.</p> <p><a href="http://www.oasisjournals.com/2007/04/keys">read more</a></p> http://www.oasisjournals.com/2007/04/keys#comments Poem Fri, 06 Apr 2007 12:55:55 +0400 Fiorello 26098 at http://www.oasisjournals.com http://www.oasisjournals.com/2007/04/forever-plus-a-day <!--paging_filter--><p>Have you ever felt... the breath of expiring slumber? When the sun forays into consciousness so raw, that you remain caroused in blissful illusion? The ceiling becomes pure skin, porcelain white and distorted with perfection. Vision smattered with fog and rain blur as if looking through a stormy window, and lights commence a frenzied dance with the tremor of your gaze. Clutched in your hands, sheets dripping with pits and falls of morning light becomes your willing ward. And you wish you can remain there forever, drifting in and out of oblivion. There, you're just a beating heart, a receptical of feeling. Just simply... living.</p> <p><a href="http://www.oasisjournals.com/2007/04/forever-plus-a-day">read more</a></p> http://www.oasisjournals.com/2007/04/forever-plus-a-day#comments living thoughts waking Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:53:04 +0400 Fiorello 26084 at http://www.oasisjournals.com