For you. "I'm Sorry. I Forgive You. I Love You, Always." - Recorded 1/12/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I'm sorry. I forgive you. I love you, always. 💙
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
This piece of really one of the most powerful for me, the meaning and the way it came to me. This piece just... happened... as I was biking to work one morning, it just started to flow into my head, and I pulled over to the side of the road and wrote it all down … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Nothing is Ever Complete”
Hello everyone, I have finally recorded my first audio version of one of my poems (outside of the experimental recordings in the anechoic/echo chambers), and I am excited to share it here as an update to my 2018 piece "Say I Love You". I have wanting to do this been working up to this for … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Say I Love You”
This morning I woke to Memories Of dreams from the night before. I remember that I dreamt of you, Ariele. I dreamt that I was finally able to visit Brazil, And we sat for coffee in a small shop. We talked for many hours Of all things that we talk of now But we could … Continue reading Something for All Those Who Have Been There
Dear Jon, Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon, I hear you have a lady friend; How good for you. Unfortunately, I also hear you like to make women feel As if they are a lesser form of human And that Jon, That is not okay. Dear Jon, Do you have any idea How long the memories … Continue reading Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
There is a soul sickness in the church. I can smell it on them As they stumble in to the American Legion on Burma Ave And proceed to verbally and emotionally abuse the serving staff Then retreat to their huddled circles To debate whether their all-encompassing love Could ever be extended to those whose values … Continue reading On a Sunday Morning in October
Sisters, They Sing so sweetly If only In a pitch Not meant For listening to.
Now that a new day's sun has come at last Now that the shining dawn has come And then passed Tell me Has your strength returned Or do you feel the same As you did The night before?
With damage done by those we love The wounds can often feel Like they encompass all we are Like nothing else is real As time goes by we often try To make like we are healed But memories bring clarity And hidden pain can be revealed But know with patience, time, and hope Deep wounds … Continue reading Our Pain Does Not Define Us