Originally published April 18, 2018, this poem was inspired by a prolific author I had really come to admire and appreciate, Maggie Lawson (see more details below in the original post). "So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment" - Recorded 3/29/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece is … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “So Many Senses Through Which to Sift Sentiment”
"Traveling" - Recorded 2/28/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have been traveling,but I am not really playing,at least not yetand I am still at home. Swaggy from China wants to go to see the Timberwolves play,a real NBA game, he says. I've never really cared much for such things,aside from … Continue reading Traveling
"oh, mea culpa (8, again)" - Auroraboros - Recorded 2/24/2021 - Objects, and the Distance Between Them wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)
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 sun knows nothing of the warmth it brings To those who wait for the rays of light to fall upon them, Nor is it aware Of the shadows cast By objects that pass in the distance between, Its massive form and that of smaller spheres. Into whose world does your light shine, What darkness … Continue reading Into Whose World Does Your Light Shine?
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
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
Art is An exploration of self To self An analysis Of what it means To communicate To express To feel The artist carves their statement Out of whatever medium Into existence From nothing A complexity Arisen from a force not accounted for Which begins At the center
What sacred spectres are these, What sacred spectres are these, To whom you call out to when down on your knees, Whom you wish to appease, With your chants and your pleas, Whose visage you accept without question, Without sight Faithfully? Can you not see, Can you not see, That the spirit exists Manifests endlessly, … Continue reading What Sacred Spectres are These?
Hovering hives Buzzing to the beat Million wings moving Unified in undulation Power is not permanent Source does not always remain strongest Often new strongholds surpass the original Respect is often a veiled repudiation Queen is not quick Speed is in the servants Creation is crucial Empires are ephemeral