"8s Wild" - Recorded 1/28/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Draw 2Win / loseWild mindLost nowTo findAs glovesIn chairTablesideFelt greenCards downFelt glowTake bowFollow flowBet 2On blueSince birthBled throughShed skinFed backNo worthNot redNot blackNo turnGet backNo songSlow burnSlot trackAll wrongGet gone2 whereBelongNo PaulNo JohnNo WallFresh startNo shortNo longPurple, BlueBruised heartDepartBlue nowPale horseRed … Continue reading 8s Wild
For Blackbird, on Christmas Day. That you might remember that none of this has changed and none of it ever will. You always matter and are always worth knowing, regardless of our dynamic. 💙 "The Limitless Potential that Lies Between" - Recorded 12/25/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them The original piece … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “The Limitless Potential that Lies Between”
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
All the world waits For you Though surely there are times Where it may feel Like it is just beyond your reach A realm unto itself To be observed But not to be interacted with Know this That you are Not alone There is so much that is not understood About this place which we … Continue reading All the World Waits
I find myself in awe At the relentless procession of days and months How even the seconds and minutes Which seem at times too minuscule And like sand between fingers slip from perception Pile up one after another Until Before we have even realized it Half of our lives have fallen behind us And we … Continue reading A Reflection on the Passage of Time
I don't know how to say what I want to say Alone with my thoughts again today And I am losing hope Wondering if it will always be this way I have fallen At times Deep into the caverns of my mind And what worries me most Isn't the rapidity or depth with which I … Continue reading A Canvas for my Dreams
What sacred spectres are these, What sacred spectres are these, To whom you call out to when down on your knees, Whom you wish to appease, With your chants and your pleas, Whose visage you accept without question, Without sight Faithfully? Can you not see, Can you not see, That the spirit exists Manifests endlessly, … Continue reading What Sacred Spectres are These?
Dearest one, How many questions have been asked, And how many answers provided, Taken from your past, Offered to me on the outstretched, Open palm of your present self, Accepted graciously by my present perception To be treasured and retained in all the days of my future? These answers are not sought, Do not arrive … Continue reading The Limitless Potential that Lies Between