Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"i just want (You) - Recorded 9/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them well, wellwe have found the quark,studied,up & down,yet,these words are still not rigid and empty,devoid of life. maybethere can be love and emotionwithout a needfor more than what isapparent. i don't knowandi don't care. i want to shiver,when the … Continue reading i just want (You)
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "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
What a change the past year has brought, both personally and globally, as we see a range of new challenges and opportunities present themselves. The world is in a state of crisis, burdened with not only a deadly pandemic, but a complete failure of many leaders to truly acknowledge and deal with the problem and … Continue reading Changes
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)
What weighs on the heart Is heaviest of all, For a burden on That vital part Can bring us down, Overall, Can remind us That we are So very small. Hope remains, Here as in all other ways, Just as the darkest nights Often lead to the brightest days. For what is heavy on the … Continue reading What Weighs on the Heart
This piece was written in collaboration with someone who submitted the first piece to me, which truly inspired me in a way I have not been in some time. Unfortunately, this person did not provide their information so I do not have anything more to credit them with. If you are the author, please let … Continue reading Even A Little Lost
There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October
On the days where the words Burn your heart like fire Let them out Then from afar Use their heat To warm your spirit
There is An empty sort of calm That comes on days such as this An awareness That transcends expectations While at the very same time Reaffirming each of them One by one As we age We learn to be alone To hold our own All the while still clinging To that primal urge To be … Continue reading An Empty Sort of Calm
Love is a cage and open window both The wise must be those who ascertain Which is to perceive at any given moment The state of their heart thusly. The worst offense Is to close the window So as to form An inescapable Inexplicable Trap Of human emotion. There are those who fail to see … Continue reading Love is Strange
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 