Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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
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
Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
I am seated At the head of the table In an establishment which exceeds the standard fare my family is accustomed to I am seated I am dressed In a fine blue suit with my favorite tie Surrounded by my family and directly opposite my sister's partner of whose character I am uncertain I am … Continue reading I Am, Then I Am Not
In the end It is not sharpened claws that tear us apart Nor a flow of blood from our freshly torn flesh that draws the life from our bodies It is not dagger teeth that consume us Nor the acids of a churning stomach that digest our decaying forms No we do not stagger forward … Continue reading In the End
I bleed Well, we Maybe If I can say so boldly I pray these words will hold Not leak What I seek To give to you A mouthpiece Be bold Speak Even through bared teeth I'm not scared, weak But I'm aware What we need Prepared To fight that which we cannot see An invisible … Continue reading Crossfire
Ink-black words On ashen page Darker lines from Darker days Tell of love Of all from grace Tell of memories Long since erased This paper heart Folded tight Once was clean Once was white Those days are gone But that’s alright So long as remains Room to write So long as remains Will to fight … Continue reading This Paper Heart
Most days I stand tall Facing the rising sun With the breeze in my hair And a gentle hum Eminating from my heart Assured of my purpose And ready To face each new challenge That arises With an optimistic drive And a passion for living But then there come Days like the blackest night In … Continue reading For I Do Not Walk in Solitude
We all begin With a bright light At our center Illuminating all we are But it is also from this center That we expand outward In our awareness And as such There is much of ourselves That goes unseen Even by our own eyes The light shines broadly Though time brings empty voids There are … Continue reading Born of a Future Unrealized
