"(you) can’t go through doors that aren't open" - Recorded 2/27/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them ran throughyouone twosun andmoon toorun tohallwayshoneycomb hivekeys to locksnewslidenever enterinsidekeep centertryto findother sidedon't hideno dry eyesno goodbyeson the slyno skyno godsno tiescut looseno bindnot to losemindnot to hold tightthat which craves lightfinding life in dark … Continue reading (you) can’t go through doors that aren’t open
"You Are Enough" - Recorded 12/20/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them This is a very special piece, originally published here June 21, 2018. It has great meaning to me, and is also one of the most viewed here on my blog. As with many of my pieces, this was written for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “You Are Enough”
They've entered your thoughts again, my dear, And by now I hope it's clear They've no interest in your best interest They offer nothing to you but fear. They've come to take what can be taken, To shake free what can be shaken, To pilfer while you're lulled to sleep, So my darling, please awaken. … Continue reading That You May Never Feel Alone
This isA world of suffering. We can never hope to receiveComfort and contentmentIf we search for it inThe material world. Love and peace can only comeFrom within and the source from which that draws,As well as from one another,In our treatment of each other,In the choices we make,And in our behaviors thusly.
At times, we Want so badly for something to believe in That we will believe Anything. At times, we Want nothing more Than for everything to go As it is supposed to, As it should, As we so badly wish it would, But just as often We find That life proceeds In a direction unplanned … Continue reading At Times, We
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
Some moments Are never lost But live on In memories We should hope That the memories we forge Are those based On times of joy And moments of progress As well as those That help to remind us where it is we came from And the choices we have made The risks that were taken … Continue reading Some Moments
I have come to believe, or at least suspect, that one of the many major flaws with our current social structure and indeed our current status as a race of human beings that will be uncovered by future generations (should there be any), is that there is a serious lack of positive interaction, perhaps able … Continue reading On the Value of Positive Interaction Between Dissimilar Entities, or The Unfolding Tragedy of the Modern Human Interplay