Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
It was here that we learned to love;not the kind of love that brings a blush to the cheeks,no, not the kind of love which is all too often confused with the lust that leads to hasty marriage that leads to depression that leads to divorce,but the kind of love that is formed of the … Continue reading Here, Where the Hollyhock Once Grew Tall
Why do I even write these days? Why do I try? Why do I try as hard as I do when clearly there are more effective and efficient approaches. Someone has it figured out... Not me. I see so many others who write poems that reach audiences of hundreds or even thousands. I see … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part IV (What We Do for Love)
Disintegrate: To be removed From a state Of integration.
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
We were born of fire and ash Rising from the dust of a former fate To take once more To the skies of life, material Lifted on the eternal currents Of time and space Drifting As it were In the distance between Moments far removed Searching for Now In the ambiguous flow Of then and … Continue reading We Were Born of Fire and Ash
This storm Has raged for so long Beating down on the worn and weary roof Uprooting trees and power lines Leaving only ruin in its wake And you have held strong Throughout the deluge But to give in Is not always to give up Now I do believe It is time To pry the boards … Continue reading This Storm
How often we fail to perceive Beyond these pale forms Seeing only what we desire Thinking it right Seeking only to prove Rather than to seek proof Believing that what we know Is all that must be known Caring not for truth Preferring self-validation But there is a darkness within me The same as within … Continue reading There is a Darkness Within Me, the Same as Within You
There is nothing on earth That cannot be illuminated By the light The darkness That chills our hearts Leaving us so uncertain Is only a symptom Of an object in the way Our line of sight To the source It is so easy To lose hope Of restored sight But these shadows Need not prevail … Continue reading Nothing on Earth
Reader, You may notice That my poetry Does not really follow any format Or convention "Free form" One might say Or not even poetry From a more cynical perspective I don't really feel a need To explain myself Though the words to so Seem to be forming On their own Life is chaos Structure Is … Continue reading A Great Weight Removed
Oh, formless void That lies Behind auburn eyes You hold such power in that realm Yet you know not the responsibility that comes as such And so your power weakens With every effort you make To exert control Spectre still Remnant only You are not whole You are not well And never will be So … Continue reading Spectre Still, Remnant Only
