Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
For you, once more, and forever. 💙 "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean
For you. "Do You Know That You Are Loved?" - Recorded 12/31/2020 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Do you know that you are loved? I should hope so. I should hope that you have already been told that you are, in oh so many ways, and that you have committed it … Continue reading Do You Know That You Are Loved?
The birds are singing to one another now, They do not sing to us, But we are listening. New buds are growing slowly on the ends of branches, Displacing ever so slightly the air around them, Coming to our ears as a low hum, And we wonder: To how many monsoons could this movement be … Continue reading The Sounds of Springtime
How many times have I Prayed for death? For life? I hope God understands my seemingly contradictory appeals... Patiently humming and biding time Until the pendulum swings back again, Or until I see once more that it never moved in the first place, That it was my perception -Based on my limited perspective- Which … Continue reading Until the Pendulum Swings Back Again
The waves are crashing down once more On the shores of perception Eroding any semblance of certainty Drawing in the doubts Poisoning the waters even further As negativity spreads like a cloud of sediment Leaving only darkness in its wake Casting shadows down into the deepest depths Leaving the world above excluded And just as … Continue reading Why’s Like Waves
Fifteen years Dedicated To only her Waiting anxiously But patiently All senses finely tuned Calculated To perceive The sound of her approach Now in retreat From physical presence But distant not Rather To manifest forevermore In story and memory Every second bound In blissful pairing At your side Or on your grateful lap Never to … Continue reading For Asha
I have always loved the rain The way the droplets continue steadily One after another In what must seem an endless free-fall A lifetime of motion Complete with friends and cohorts Allies and enemies Tumbling just the same Down until they can fall no longer Until they reach their violent fate If only for a … Continue reading Restart (A Belated Response to the “Freedom of Expression” Tag)
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 