Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For Blackbird, on Christmas Day. That you might remember that none of this has changed and none of it ever will. You always matter and are always worth knowing, regardless of our dynamic. 💙 "The Limitless Potential that Lies Between" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”
This was a piece I had written last year after much reflection. It is short, and simple, but carries a lot of ideas I hold dear to me within it. I was inspired to record it today, and I am glad I did, as it imparted an important message to me. I hope that you … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “In All Things”
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
I want to drink you down, Just like that bottle of lavender syrup The one you gifted me -Purple & sweet- Just like you Used to be / still are Somewhere underneath that lid of yours -Sealed tight- To keep your contents From spilling to the earth below. Or maybe… I can learn to simply … Continue reading Used to Be/Still Are
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)
In all things The blade of grass The drop of dew The girl on the other side of the world who does not know How much she really means But will soon Even if she forgets again soon after In all things Light And a potential for it to go out Just the same as … Continue reading In All Things
The outcome of the daily weather does not depend entirely upon The gusts of wind which carry over the oceans and seas From the turning of the Earth And the centrifugal force of its incredible mass Rather There are the most minute imperfections Movements Of beasts and of individuals That shift the balance ever so … Continue reading The Flapping of the Smallest Feather Wings
The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows
On a cold day in January I watch As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground Softly Retaining their elegant structure To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth Even in distribution A reflection In so many ways Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it's fragile form In time The … Continue reading On a Cold Day in January
Some days I do not want to write I feel I have nothing to say Which must be recorded Nothing to share I seek silence Not a silence born of defeat Nor of melancholy Rather I am aware That the experiences of the day And the memories I have made Are sufficient Captured in the … Continue reading In the Passing Hours of the Night
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