Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
in the colors that I choose – Recorded 03/22/2023 – Auroraboros – Objects, and the Distance Between Them in the colors that I choose;that I might hold close and in embrace find,not only You, but Me, as well,hope,arising from and grounded in,but extending beyondthe moment,or whatever that might mean. mu, something like an inner shiver,tendons and … Continue reading in the colors that I choose
And if all these friends are not the young and beautiful women they portray themselves as,If they are middle-age men in small rooms with a flickering lightbulb shining down on a yellowed keyboard,I should hope I would love them even still,More perhaps;Do not scammers and catfish need love too? What line is to be drawn … Continue reading Forgive and Be Kind
Greetings, Below is my second recording of an old piece called "When the Storm is Over", originally published in October of 2020. As with many of my pieces, this was originally written to speak to what was going on in my own personal life, as well as to the situation that a specific person I … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “When the Storm is Over”
the butterfly must lament, even if briefly, the loss of the cocoon, mourning departure from familiar home. unaware its new form, yet undefined, a shape emerges from cracked and peeling shell, losing as it does the smell of safety, tight pressure against aching limbs, eyes wet with dew and tears for what is no more… … Continue reading a winged lament
There are still And perhaps there always will be Periods in which All that is Fades away Leaving only grey In these times It can feel Like there is little left As we struggle to find Meaning and purpose Some semblance of what was In a world far removed All we have come to know … Continue reading With Only Absence
Solitude Is at times Like a gust of fresh air An open space in which to breathe At others It is an asphyxiating absence A vacuum to be filled There is a stillness now A silence To permeate All the hours of the day And of the night And in the nascent chasm between It … Continue reading There is a Stillness Now
On these cloudy, overcast days The grey flows down from above like rain Pouring over and seeping deep within All that can be seen From the tallest buildings in the heart of downtown To the fields and trees lining the windswept interstate The mind wanders And with it The unfolding events of the afternoon Stumbling … Continue reading On These Cloudy, Overcast Days
When the storm is over And deep blue skies are beginning to break on the horizon It would be easy to believe That there is nothing left for you to do Other than to wait Hopeless and defeated Until the next storm comes through But it is in these moments When the worst lies behind … Continue reading When the Storm is Over
The rain Though it falls as one Cascading down in sheets now To fall upon the dry earth Is but a collective of many Each drop Unique unto itself Composed as it is Of individual particles just the same Gathered and unified Taking form And shape As a single distinct entity For only the briefest … Continue reading But a Brief Transition
Though they are now far behind You may at times Find yourself haunted By the memories Of what has come before You walk on ashen earth The framework of your former life Smoldering slowly around you These structures familiar Only in your mind As they are now but shells of their former selves There is … Continue reading Of What Has Come Before
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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