Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This piece was written in collaboration with my good friend and frequent collaborator, DJ Mary Luz, aka Malu (instagram.com/alhamdulillah_djmalu/). "Tu Trama" - Recorded 2/23/2022 - Auroraboros and Malu - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Malu: En tu trampa caí,Del deseo a la tentaciónQuise probartu venenoY ahora no puedocon la maldición… Maldición, tan sublimeDe recordar … Continue reading Tu Trampa
"The Sun is Fire" - Recorded 3/1/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The sun is fire;It will burn awayThis flesh someday,UntilOnly bones remain. The air will be as liquid,And I will swimTo You.
For... "All the World" - Recorded 2/15/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them On another Sunday,Evening or early morning,Risen myBody,Still warm and yet empty,Still calling, calmly now,For you,Beaming eyes likeThunder and a crash in the distance.There is a color and it is Not Grey.Do you remember the knocking?Terror and remorse,Then a sudden … Continue reading All the World
"to the bone" - Recorded 1/26/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them to the bone,feelchills, likefresh December snow,ice,frost on the windows,andI am as a bird,weightless,feathered to depart,to flyto you,whatever may come between,wherever you may be,in a small townor deep amidst the bustle of the city;I willwalk,run,dancewith you,hand in hand,we willkeep each otherwarm,safe,always;you … Continue reading to the bone
Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) "A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)" - Recorded 9/25/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)
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
I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”
We have seen love, Time and time again, Grow tall from / cast shadows on Soil (de)composed of, Remnant desire long grown cold, Ready to be transformed to Roots / Branches / Leaves Vessels for Blossoming symbol of hope for Something akin to Ephemeral passion. We extend on trembling palm Renewed red rose -unprotected- To … Continue reading We Have Seen Love Wither and Die
I paused Ever so slightly today, As my feet passed between shadows and sunlight streaming down… Warm and… It has been so long Since I have felt the glow on my face. My spirit ran free last night. I opened my mouth wide And set loose from between my teeth, Not quite words, Not quite … Continue reading I Paused Ever So Slightly Today
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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