Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
This piece is not technically new, but also not technically an archive reading. This piece was posted as a comment on April 15, 2018, and I have decided to revisit it her today as a full post. Enjoy. "Eventually, Everything" - Recorded 3/10/2021 Those with any stake in the game will tell youThat nothing lasts … Continue reading Eventually, Everything
For the light and for the darkness in all of us. For the warm feeling of love and acceptance, and for the sinking discomfort that sits in the pit of our stomachs. May we remember that both are always there, and always will be. "There Is, In All Things" - Recorded 12/26/2020 - Auroraboros - … Continue reading There Is, In All Things
We are as a drop of water Falling through space And time; What And who We interact with along the way Become Both what we experience As well as what we are. We must be kind And caring To all we interact with Showing love and mercy, Being to them As we wish they would … Continue reading We Are As a Drop of Water
How many times have I Prayed for death? For life? I hope God understands my seemingly contradictory appeals... Patiently humming and biding time Until the pendulum swings back again, Or until I see once more that it never moved in the first place, That it was my perception -Based on my limited perspective- Which … Continue reading Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
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)
Have you ever known A grown man to weep? It is A shameful Natural? Beautiful. Occurrence To witness As well as to experience. Have you ever known An infant to sob late into the night? It is A tragedy Of cosmic (comic?) proportions. Have you ever known A pachyderm to mourn The passing of another, … Continue reading Have You Ever Known…
For David Lynch. Thank you for all that you do. WatchThe lightMoveListenTo the soundsThe way they bounceAnd reflectFrom and toThose whoNeed it to seeNeed it to hearWhat was thereAll along. Where does it goWhyAnd what legacy does it leave behind?
The Earth is alive Even when it is sleeping Under so many layers Of ice and debris Clinging tightly To the frozen ground As loose debris blows Gently over the layered snow Traveling From place to place Participating In an equation far too complex to be captured within the realm of our understanding An equation … Continue reading Life, and the Path It Follows
Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday. To not be filled with wonder When staring up at the starry skies above When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light In all directions Moving So fast And yet so slowly As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space … Continue reading To Not Be Filled with Wonder
Some days I do not want to write I feel I have nothing to say Which must be recorded Nothing to share I seek silence Not a silence born of defeat Nor of melancholy Rather I am aware That the experiences of the day And the memories I have made Are sufficient Captured in the … Continue reading In the Passing Hours of the Night
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