For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow
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?
Pinprick curl: You and I. Fold and grow... Fold and grow. All things must… All things must. Divide… To align. Divide… To survive. Built to… Built to go: To fall from the counter To linoleum and rubble Below.
It is Quiet Despite the sound Of the house Settling in To its century-old foundation Nestled amongst A sea of concrete Dotted with the glassy-eyed denizens And their jet-black motorcars Passing And stopping And departing again Until they reach Where they are going Wherever that might be
The good days come And then go So quickly. At times We are left Wondering; Have our best days passed us by, Are they still to come, Or are we living them now?
Whether you return after the day is done To a warm bed and a meal Or to a place where no-one goes Where the world outside does not seem real You should always know you have a home You have a place where you are valued A space in which you and your life exist … Continue reading Home
Sit back; Relax. Sometimes That's just what You need When life gets Too rough. Step back; Analyze and Find space to breathe. At the end of the day Some how Some way We all must Take time To unwind. Let go; Leave behind All that Clouds your mind.
Disperse, o thoughts within my head I've no time for you I must leave bed The sun is up now in the sky It's gone to work And so must I Disperse, o thoughts within my mind I've better ways To spend my time The wind blows snowflakes to and fro It moves so fast … Continue reading Disperse, O Thoughts Within My Head
The moments that compose our lives So much like strands of straw And how hard we try To keep the pieces collected in one place so nicely Not bound so tight as to restrict their natural inclinations to remain distinct Neither left to float at the whim of the wind Sometimes I Grow so tired … Continue reading So Much Likes Strands of Straw
In the heat of the fire's glow We watch the day's light come and then go The seconds turn to minutes turn to hours then they're gone The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting long Evening turns to gloaming turns to darkness turns to dawn Amidst the calm of the falling snow … Continue reading In the Heat of the Fire’s Glow