Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
"Love Like Rain, Like Sun" - Recorded 3/13/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Love like rain,Like sun,FallDown on me;Help me grow,Wash awayThe dirty grey,That whetherSunny skies orCloudy day,I might beTo othersAs I wish they might beTo me.
"Without 'Without' 'With' Cannot Be" - Recorded 2/2/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Empty vacuum space inside,Nothingness, cannot abideAbhorrent empty void! In all things, dualityAs without "without" "with" cannot be,As grey to need for black, for white, to see.Objects, we;Distance, that which lies between.
For all that lies between. "Dream:" - Recorded 1/24/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Dream:.This.(All)SeenInto,Through,Eyes of,Me,You,World:WickedLost,Cruel,Boy / Girl,Only wantTo beFound,Seen,To know,To show,WhatWeMean,Like…love…YetWhat "" means,Don't know...Only inFilm scene,HazyMemories,Time when,Then,-Pain-Only inSkin,Bruised andBleed knees,Torn jeans,Lost asPlace,Not state,Of mind,Hand inMineTo findA guide,Always then,PlaceTo hide,Out orInside,Now onlyLed to findNew reasonsTo cry,New waysTo die,Whole worldOutside,Big, brightYetFlicker, lightTableside,Fight,Ego, … Continue reading Dream:
"In the Light of Another Night" - Recorded 1/21/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them In the light of another nightI had found you… you were on the ground,you were kneeling down,and the sound that you were makingmade me shiver,made me want to want to turn aroundand walk the other way… but … Continue reading In the Light of Another Night
This was a very early piece I wrote, an optimistic perspective during another time of severe depression. It is still quite meaningful to me today; it is actually quite validating to read these words and see the progress I have made towards some of the goals I set for myself. I am very grateful to … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Light of a Good Day”
I tried to play a song today
On an antique wooden piano;
I must admit,
I know now the first thing about how to do so
But neither do I really know
How to be this mess of flesh and bone we call "human",
Yet here I stand still,
So I figured I would give it a shot.
Ice grey trail Stonework cracked All smiling and white from fallen snow But beneath You are still Dirt and worms Moss and grass A waiting world Stories Hold for Sunlight summer
Empty hours Sleeping while the sun shines Lead to long and restless nights While the moon is high The stars are bright But they are obscured As grey clouds fill the sky And darkness abounds
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
The dying sun Casts the city skyline into a crimson hue And for a moment Everything else fades away And I am left searching for my lungs Searching for the feeling I know is there But cannot quite place into words A sentimental sort of glow That makes its way through my body From my … Continue reading An Elusive Clarity
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