Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
Sphere of Passion play Rest now in Harmony atop Pitch black: Four sides, One base, Just as Four eyes, One face. Hue lost? No, found Not within, but Around... Azure skies above As Azure seas below. Calm surface all but Kind; Deceit, As winds begin to blow, As storms on horizon grow, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part II (Mask Reprise)
The wind whistles softly Through the space between Point A Point B All the while Stars rush outward Approaching their maximum possible velocity Leaving behind Only distance
There was a time when our dreams Were just within reach There was nothing that could not be accomplished Nothing we could not attain And all that stood between What is and what could be Was our own imagination Now so many days have passed And it can feel Like all we have acquired Is … Continue reading Waiting to Be
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
Only ever wanted To know you To show you That you were worth All of the love that I have to give Only ever wanted To be me To see me As someone worth The life I have left to live Only ever wanted To live life To give life As freely as It has … Continue reading Only Ever Wanted
The world around me is aglow In a golden hue And I find contentment In the simple truths The little moments And the grandiosities All the same But there are still hours Days Weeks at times Where my attention is drawn To the shadows which fall Across the otherwise luminous landscape Cast by any of … Continue reading In the Light, Seeing Only the Shadows
Another day has passed; The Earth has turned once more Around the sun, The darkness swallowing the light Giving way to the dark hours of the night Illuminated only By the glow of the silver moon. The sounds of the waking world Recede slowly Making way for The stillness of the empty hours Between the … Continue reading Another Day Has Passed
Something real Something more Not just another name Another face Another way to fill The distance between the days The void within Consuming the essence of who we are Or were Until there is nothing left Nothing but the empty echo Of what could have been What still could be If only If only If … Continue reading Searching For…
Some days We are Other days We are not Though we may be in motion So often We remain Perfectly still I have watched As beauty fades Or perhaps As either subject or beauty Are redefined Form for essence Façade falling away I have also watched As from nothingness As from the repulsive and macabre … Continue reading A Beauty Unbound
I know Sometimes it feels like There is no end To the hardships And the hard times Each day brings more inflictions Just as old ones start to mend And sometimes it feels like There is no relief Watch as your life disintegrates Frozen in time Staring In disbelief But you are not the only … Continue reading There is So Much More Than Us
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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