Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"Meal" - Recorded 3/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them A mealButNot to feedStillMouthsTonguesButNotWith teethAll of meOnAll of youAll of youOnAll of meI tasteYour breathOnYour kissSweetI feelYour breastsMy handsWe danceYou leadYour hairMy chestNo rest butAt peaceIn bed yetNo sleepMy mouthYour neckYour hipsYour lipsYourCurled feetSplayedOnWetSheetsI riseTo meetYour callYour needYour nailsMy backBreak skinI bleedYou … Continue reading Meal
For you, once more, and forever. đź’™ "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
For you, with love. đź’™ "I Want to Dance and I Want to Dance With You" - Recorded 1/5/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have been whispering your name since the day I was born.I have been whispering your name since the day I was born and now I want … Continue reading I Want to Dance and I Want to Dance With You
For you. "Do You Know That You Are Loved?" - Recorded 12/31/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you know that you are loved? I should hope so. I should hope that you have already been told that you are, in oh so many ways, and that you have committed it … Continue reading Do You Know That You Are Loved?
For Safa. Never stop dreaming. đź’™ "May It Be So" - Recorded 12/22/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I saw the Prophet Elijah the other day.He was walking along a busy street with headphones in, laughing at whatever statement had been uttered on the other end of the line.His body moved … Continue reading May It Be So
This poem was written in a very dark part of my life, and during a particularly dark period within that. I am grateful, though, to look back and see that even that, I was able to see the light shining through and remind myself that there is always an end to the storm. "Some Sunset … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Some Sunset Somewhere”
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
