Written in collaboration with Nataliyshka from Belarus. My sincere gratitude for the inspiration and light you have brought to life today. "Path" - Recorded 9/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them 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 … Continue reading Path
Originally published April 7, 2018, this piece was written as a response to a quote found in the work on another dear friend, MJ(S)C, which is available below at the bottom of the original post. In life, we often feel helpless, like our choices make us more often than we make them. While it is … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Choices Worth Fighting For”
"It Feeds on Tears" - Recorded 2/1/2021 It feeds on tears. those empty eyes, andsallow skin,too smooth to trust,cheeks in permanent "blush"(ashamed by unquenchable lust?!)red and bloated as corpse,tilted smile justbecause it must;the embrace it seeks,to draw you in,more a spider's web thanarms of a friend. It feeds on tears.
"💯" - Recorded 1/31/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Dose rockTick tockClick clackClap back No earnSlow burnTabletopTables turn 2, 46, 813421, 37, 9Red, BlackPurple, Blue Dance floorNot softTable topTop offShow allNo wallVeil thinAll fall Break throughMe youYou IWho knewRedoWe, newAll eyeDeep blue Begin:Thin sinNo lightNo spinNo darkNo grinNo eyesNo kin No … Continue reading 💯
"Flicker" - Recorded 1/15/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them We cannot survive on sugar alone.Neither should we try to live without. Moderation, you see, is a concept greatly misunderstood and undervalued. The addict is not an addict for the pleasurable experiences they crave, but rather the lack of control afforded them … Continue reading Flicker
For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall