Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
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)
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)
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
Even the most simple stone At first glance Of little value and without distinction Carries with it a history Rich and intricate Told in striations and composition Layers upon layers Each one unique And filled with memories Pain and sorrow Joy and celebration Captured and displayed without restraint But so easily overlooked At times ignored … Continue reading You Will Shine
What I feel for you My darling A love that’s true So hold my hand we'll walk together You know there is nothing that we cannot do Hand in hand we'll rise To meet Azure skies As we keep floating ever higher We'll touch the clouds and wave at birds as they pass by Then … Continue reading What I Feel for You
Even in Absolute darkness The eyes Observe Even in Total and complete silence The ears Listen Even in The absence of logical thinking The mind Ruminates Even in The lonely hours The heart Yearns Even in Periods of immense emptiness The soul Perseveres
Sometimes I wonder If I even see you at all If I ever have If I ever will Or if I only know A fraction of your precious whole A symphony played With musicians in separate rooms As I wander the hallways Cheek pressed against each door In a frantic effort To perceive If just … Continue reading A Symphony Played
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 