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Amethyst Collection

Southern Earth Gives Way to Northern Ground

As lines give way See them fade, yellow to gray Realize what is meant when people say There are not enough hours in the day… Always thought them fools; Useless words – toys, not tools… I did not know how they could feel that way.

Amethyst Avatar

Don’t want to change a thing, lovely Amethyst avatar You’re perfect Just the way you are Don’t you know Every stone has It’s cracks and Striations Bits of dirt embedded Between jagged edges torn From the soil with Scornful impatience

Empress Amethyst

Effortless Smoke curls like Eager tail of small cat From the space between You and I Where lit cigarette rests with callous disregard For the air in which it was sparked to life Only moments before

Crescent Collection

Poetry Reading – “To the Light of an Unobstructed Star (Sol)”

Originally published April 18, 2018, this piece is an addendum culminating the Crescent Collection. It is a new beginning, but also an end. It is what it is. I hope you enjoy. 💙 The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/04/18/to-the-light-of-an-unobstructed-star-sol/ UnfrozenBorn of the same flameBut not … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “To the Light of an Unobstructed Star (Sol)”

Poetry Reading – “Then It Grows Dark (Eclipse)”

Originally published April 17, 2018, this piece was a epilogue of sorts to the Crescent Collection. This piece has a special place in my heart, and always will. The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/04/17/then-it-grows-dark/ Birds floatBranch to branchAs water rushes beneathFrom thereTo hereEffortless in itsSlow … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Then It Grows Dark (Eclipse)”

Poetry Reading – “Extrication (Crescent Terminal)”

Originally published April 16, 2018, this piece marked the end of the Crescent Collection (aside from the Eclipse), and the end of this journey, though, at the same time, a new one had just begun… (as they always do). The original piece is below for reference, and can be found in its entirety at https://objectsanddistance.com/2018/04/16/extrication-crescent-terminal/Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Extrication (Crescent Terminal)”

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8s

oh, mea culpa (8, again)

wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut I have made this world for youand I would send rainto burn it to the groundbeDamnedbreathing bleedingsandinmyhand … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)

2^2_now_2^2

Note: Due to formatting, the title here is not correct (though, what is?). This poem is called 22_now_22. Thank you for your understanding. Full disclosure and credit due, I’ve been listening to the album 22, A Million by Bon Iver lately, starting yesterday 2/22/2021, at the suggestion of my dear friend Blackbird, and it has … Continue reading 2^2_now_2^2

IMMirrorr MirrorrIM

okay. end state: 8 /fate same weight both ways reflect tocelebrateelseemulate toimitate? 12 yearsnew fears 13 days shield=mace heart laidto waste linesbreakyour face take breath (not taste) away no haste no grace waitbait to bate 20 2 4 3 2 more to see you breathe fog / steam 2C Dig toBeneath Dougiedug E3 not 15through … Continue reading IMMirrorr MirrorrIM

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic

The Flowers in Her Hair

For Merve. The flowers in her hairGreenLike the Earth when it is healthyA music that can only be felt and never heardA memoryDistant, yet distinctAmong all thingsVapor cloud fallenNowMystic 2 riseBlueClouds 2 gather nowNo stormStill windCalm, sereneFire 4CleansingAshen EarthRiver runs andThere is growthOnce more

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

A thick, black fog hangs low over this place now. Long shadows cast by rolling waves of darkness spilling across the houses and walkways. With each passing second, breathing becomes increasingly labored.   The windswept streets grow empty and desolate, As the life that once filled them hides behind doors and walls of brick, As … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part III (Even When It Cannot Be Seen)

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Collaborations

Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”

Originally published October 18, 2018, this piece has been recorded previously as one of the first recordings I posted here (at https://objectsanddistance.com/2020/12/13/when-the-storm-is-over-2/, along with a photograph (which was what I started adding around the time I began recording, eventually evolving to artwork). I am re-recording and reposting this, as my dear friend Jasmine (https://www.instagram.com/mine_primel/) has … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”

Colors

This piece was a collaboration with my dear friend, Jasmine, from Germany, who is available on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/mine_primel/. Jasmine is a very talented visual artist who works in a variety of mediums and styles. She created the image below, and we worked to create the poem based on it, which she then integrated into … Continue reading Colors

Tu Trampa

This piece was written in collaboration with my good friend and frequent collaborator, DJ Mary Luz, aka Malu (instagram.com/alhamdulillah_djmalu/). Malu: En tu trampa caí,Del deseo a la tentaciónQuise probartu venenoY ahora no puedocon la maldición… Maldición, tan sublimeDe recordar tu bella miradaMaldición de fijarme justoAquella noche estrelladaEn tu trampa jardin del deseo y la tentaciónQuise … Continue reading Tu Trampa

Hello

This piece was written in collaboration with my dear friend, Mary Luz, or “Malu”, who you can find on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/alhamdulillah_djmalu/. This piece is dedicated to my dear Gullig, my Angie, and all we have experienced, the memories we have, and the blessing of one another’s presence. Malu:Saludo!! Hola amor; hola bella! La vida, … Continue reading Hello

Path

Written in collaboration with Nataliyshka from Belarus. My sincere gratitude for the inspiration and light you have brought to life today. Nataliyshka:Сухая пустыня, выжжена земляНет жизни, только песок и жараЖжет огонь и не даёт расти.Выжигает жизнь на своем пути.Суша встречает капли дождя.Шепчет ” я благодарю тебя” (Dry desert, scorched earth.No life, just sand and heat.Burns … Continue reading Path

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