Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"When It Comes" - Recorded 4/6/2022 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them When it comes,You will not be ready,You will not be expecting it,You will not find yourself in a perfect pose,Or with all the right words to say to express the sentiment inside;There will be no shimmer in the distance,No gust … Continue reading When It Comes
I wrote this piece in early 2020, one of few pieces as I came out of a relatively hectic part of my life in which writing was sparse due in part to a series of traumatic experiences, overall stress, and a lack of general self-care as a result. This piece was a reflection, a delve … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Black Magic Can Heal Too”
I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come … Continue reading Black Magic Can Heal Too
The world turns Faster At times Than we might like it to Exposing as it does The fragility of our lives As we grow And age And one day fall back to the soil once more
On a cold day in January I watch As snowflakes fall to the frozen ground Softly Retaining their elegant structure To form a thin membrane across the surface of the Earth Even in distribution A reflection In so many ways Of the very symmetry each individual shape carries in it's fragile form In time The … Continue reading On a Cold Day in January
It is said We are born of the soil No more than dust made flesh Destined as such to return someday Scattered as it were To every corner of the turning Earth If this is so I should hope we may one day know What it is to rise and fall To move with the … Continue reading What It Is to Rise and Fall
These days Go by so quickly Before we know it Tomorrow has passed And today is but a memory We live Minute by minute Our eyes always searching for What comes next So seldom observing With clarity and adequate appreciation What we have now I do not wish To take for granted The time I … Continue reading These Days
Do you still feel it The passion pulse The glow from within Beckoning us closer Drawing our breaths to heated shivers Sending waves of anticipation across our eager skin As wild eyes Search without restraint How I long to hold Your fragile form To breathe deep the fragrance That exudes from deep beneath the surface … Continue reading Passion Pulse
So now we move From the warmth of summer days To the cool chill of autumn evenings As the leaves on the trees begin to lose their color And fall to the Earth once more We proceed Hand in hand Towards a new horizon Each and every day Leaving behind The seasons that have passed … Continue reading On the Remnants of What Has Come Before
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 